Evil Immortal!

Meng Yuan and Huang Qing looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

This was indeed an accident. No one expected that simply luring and killing a skinning ghost would lead to encountering a monster like the Thousand-Armed Corpse Centipede.

To say he was unlucky was an understatement; moreover, the deputy captain, Qiu Changshan, was tragically killed by a monster.

Fortunately, the two of them survived unharmed after encountering such a terrifying monster, which is indeed something to be thankful for.

Meng Yuan, in particular, had already sensed Qiu Changshan's malice and planned to find an opportunity to eliminate him. Now that the other party was dead, it saved him a lot of trouble.

Huang Qing, being experienced and knowledgeable, quickly calmed down and looked at Meng Yuan, saying, "The evil spirit just now was no ordinary thing and could easily cause great panic. Moreover, the deputy captain is dead. I will report this matter to the Demon Suppression Division for assistance. You must not spread this around."

"Boss, don't worry. I'm always careful with my words and I keep my mouth shut. I would never leak this information."

Meng Yuan patted his chest and guaranteed it.

Huang Qing nodded, then laughed and said, "You did a great job just now. Now that the deputy captain is dead, I'll recommend you to the higher-ups so you can take over as deputy captain."

"Thanks, boss."

Meng Yuan quickly thanked him, flashing a smile that revealed his snow-white teeth.

Although the deputy captain of the river patrol team wasn't exactly a prestigious position, it was still a legitimate government post with a monthly salary of five taels of silver, guaranteed regardless of drought or flood—a position many ordinary people dreamed of.

However, the most important requirement for becoming a deputy captain is to be a cultivator, which alone eliminates the hopes of 99% of the river patrol workers.

Although Meng Yuan didn't care about the little power this position held, having the title of deputy captain would definitely make it easier for him to join the Demon Suppression Division later.

For this reason alone, he should thank Huang Qing.

Of course, the entire river patrol team is in a state of panic and is short-handed. With Qiu Changshan dead, the deputy team leader certainly can't stay idle forever. Apart from Meng Yuan, Huang Qing has no other choice.

......

"Excellent... With this painted-skin ghost's skin, it will be much easier to explore that opportunity in the Red Mud Swamp!"

At night, Meng Yuan looked at the ghost skin he had mended and repaired, and felt great.

Red Mud Swamp is a dangerous place near Black Sand City, teeming with evil spirits and monsters. Aside from the hidden opportunities there, it was also a well-known monster-hunting area in his previous life, where one could collect materials and other items from monsters while fighting them.

As for the skin of the Painted Skin Ghost, it is several times more valuable than that of the Skin Peeling Ghost. Wearing it can disguise one as an evil spirit and hide one's aura. Unless it is an evil monster with high intelligence, it will generally not be discovered. It can almost be called a treasure of concealment.

Once Meng Yuan obtains the opportunity in the Red Mud Swamp, namely the weapon-refining technique, he can refine this ghost skin into a magic weapon with even stronger effects!

With this item, his ability to save his life has greatly increased!

It was already very late. Meng Yuan carefully folded the Painted Skin Ghost skin, put it away, and then lay down on the bed to rest.

However, today's experience was too stimulating, and he couldn't fall asleep for a while, so he decided to review what happened during the day.

"Qiu Changshan's death is nothing, but the appearance of a third-tier demonic creature like the Thousand-Armed Corpse Centipede will definitely attract the attention of the Demon Suppression Division. I wonder who they will send this time..."

During the day, the appearance of the Thousand-Armed Corpse Centipede made Huang Qing feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and he promptly reported it for help.

Meng Yuan was quite familiar with the way the Demon Suppression Division operated; it could be described as swift, decisive, and efficient.

He was certain that the Demon Suppression Division would send someone to investigate.

However, this is a good thing. With the Demon Suppression Division involved, the Yinliu River basin will be safer, which will be beneficial for his stealthy development. Moreover, Meng Yuan will have the opportunity to contact the people of the Demon Suppression Division in advance, preparing for his later joining the Demon Suppression Division.

As for Wu Xingkong's defection, Meng Yuan doesn't want to deal with it for the time being.

He should only eat what he is capable of. This matter involved important figures such as the elders of Jinji Temple and the Blood-Eyed Ancestor. He did not intend to meddle in other people's business, lest he get involved and die without even knowing how.

I just don't know if things will develop smoothly from here on out.

As night deepened, Meng Yuan gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Since practicing the "Black Pig Gluttony Technique," his weak body has been replenished, and his sleep quality has improved, although he still often has nightmares.

At this moment, the deformed tumor on his neck twitched slightly, and the face on it became increasingly distorted and sinister, sometimes sneering, sometimes excited, sometimes angry, its ever-changing expressions giving the face a strange spiritual quality.

Although Meng Yuan was asleep, his brows were still furrowed, his breathing was slightly rapid, and his expression changed from time to time, as if he was having a nightmare.

call--

Not long after, Meng Yuan suddenly woke up from his sleep. Looking at the pitch-black night in the room and the bright moonlight outside the window, he took a few deep breaths. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes at first, but it was quickly replaced by clarity.

I had another nightmare!

He just dreamed about what happened during the day. When the Thousand-Armed Corpse Centipede attacked, he tried to dodge, but the deformed tumor took the opportunity to cause trouble, distracting him and causing him to be bitten by the Thousand-Armed Corpse Centipede and dismembered!

"Has it already started affecting my mental state?"

Meng Yuan rubbed his temples.

Some say that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night; others say that dreams are a person's subconscious reaction. But he felt that the nightmare he just had was clearly a warning from his body's instincts.

This mutated tumor may have truly given rise to a trace of malevolent consciousness, which has begun to interfere with his mind.

Meng Yuan glanced at the deformed tumor and, sure enough, found the distorted human face on it staring straight at him.

Compared to before advancing to the second level of the "Black Pig Gluttony Technique", the purplish-red blood vessels on the deformed tumor are now significantly thicker and pulsating more powerfully. Even the distorted human face on it is more clearly visible, and it has already developed some facial features, with uneven texture.

If the face a few days ago was just a lifelike oil painting, now it is beginning to transform into a sculpture.

"Because the mutated tumor is part of my body, connected to my very essence, the stronger my cultivation and physique, the more benefits this thing will receive?"

Thinking about this, Meng Yuan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

But I wasn't surprised at all.

Demonic energy pollution has always been one of the most troublesome problems in the world of "Evil Immortals," otherwise it wouldn't cause so many people a headache.

Because of the pollution, the demonic energy within a person's body is difficult to control, becoming disordered, distorted, chaotic, and depraved, often taking root deep in the blood and even the soul.

The soul is the core essence of a person, fragile and mysterious. The slightest abnormality can lead to unpredictable consequences, which is why even many cultivators are helpless against demonic pollution.

However, there are countless experts in this world, and after some research by these experts, quite a few solutions have been found.