Evil Immortal!

However, the mouth of the deformed tumor was tightly plugged with a piece of peach wood, so it could only stare at Meng Yuan with a pair of eyes full of intense resentment, which was simply terrifying!

Meng Yuan removed the peach wood plug, and the deformed tumor immediately began to writhe. The human face on it started to curse wildly, "You blocked my mouth, preventing me from speaking, and you even hurt me! You deserve to die! I'll kill you! Kill you!!!"

The voice was slightly childish, like that of a seven-year-old child, yet it was exceptionally harsh and shrill, like the sound of fingernails scraping against glass, making one instinctively uncomfortable.

However, Meng Yuan didn't care. He just turned his head and looked down at the "monster" that had grown out of his body. The more he looked, the more awkward and disgusted he felt.

He himself was handsome and upright, with a tall and well-proportioned figure. He was an excellent young man. In his previous life, he would have gained several friends by simply walking around the streets.

People with average looks will never know how much initiative girls take towards handsome guys.

Unfortunately, this strange thing on his body not only lowered his appearance but also made him look like a monster.

This greatly displeased Meng Yuan.

The most important thing is that this thing has threatened his life.

"You are the monster that was born from my body after I was corrupted by demonic energy and my body became deformed. You devour my essence and blood for nourishment and plunder my vital energy for sustenance, yet you hate me with boundless hatred and hostility. Isn't that going too far...?"

Meng Yuan shook his head slightly, intending to test the other party's intelligence, his tone calm.

"So what? After all, you said yourself that I'm a monster created from demonic energy! So a monster should naturally look like a monster!"

The mutated sarcoma, however, appeared crazed, a twisted sneer playing on its lips. Dark purple veins bulged on its head, throbbing violently like a heart. Its pale eyes met Meng Yuan's gaze sideways. "I will not only kill you, but I will also devour you, because I am Meng Yuan!"

"Just like a bird that eats its own shell as soon as it hatches, you're no exception. You're just the placenta that nurtured me, a container, and you'll become my food in the future. What are you so arrogant about... You actually want to stop my birth, suppress my growth, and shut me up? You're despicable! Once I grow hands and feet, I'll eat you, take your place, and take everything you have!"

Seeing the malformed sarcoma screaming wildly, Meng Yuan shook his head slightly.

Four months ago, this deformed sarcoma had not yet grown a mouth and nose.

As his cultivation level improved twice, from the initial stage of innate embryonic breathing to the advanced stage and the final stage, although the "True Explanation of Purple Yang" was quite restrained in its effect on the deformed sarcoma, it did not allow the deformed sarcoma to take away some of its benefits.

Ultimately, the sarcoma was rooted deep within his body.

As Meng Yuan grows stronger, this deformed sarcoma will naturally increase in size as well!

This is equivalent to two bottles, one large and one small, connected at the bottom. After water is poured in, the water level in both bottles will definitely be the same.

There will never be a situation where one side is higher than the other after water is released.

The malformed sarcoma gradually grew a nose and mouth, and it became increasingly intelligent, learning to speak, think, and devise schemes, knowing how to intimidate and threaten Meng Yuan.

If Meng Yuan hadn't mastered the "True Explanation of Ziyang" and restrained himself, constantly clearing away the evil energy and various trivial thoughts growing in his body, he might have really capsized in the ditch over time, been affected by the mutated sarcoma, gone astray, and become a demon, with demonic energy entering his brain and turning him into a demon!

"I don't understand why you think I can't do anything with you?"

Meng Yuan said in a deep voice.

"What can you do?"

The malformed sarcoma seemed to regain some composure at this moment. Its eyes darted around, and it sneered, "Relying on your special cultivation technique?"

"I admit that the pure Yang energy you've cultivated does have some effect on me, but no matter how much it restrains me, can it kill me?"

"Don't forget, our lives are intertwined, we're one body. If you kill me, you'll definitely not survive either! So you would do something so foolish? I don't believe it!"

The aberrant sarcoma chuckled, inadvertently revealing a mouthful of sharp, file-like teeth. Then, changing the subject, it said:

"How about this, you give me a bowl of fresh blood every day from now on, preferably the blood of a virgin, or the blood of a young boy or girl. I promise I won't cause you any trouble after that."

"But you have to satisfy me for whatever I want. If you can satisfy me, I might consider sparing your life after I grow into human form. Then we'll go our separate ways. You go your way, and I'll go mine! You... sob..."

Meng Yuan frowned and stuffed the peach wood back into its mouth, too lazy to pay attention to its ravings.

All I can say is that the mutated sarcoma is truly terrifying!

Although the deformed sarcoma still speaks somewhat childishly, incoherently, and contradictorily, it has only been half a year, and under Meng Yuan's deliberate suppression, it has already grown to this extent, possessing the wisdom of a seven or eight-year-old child, and is even more insidious, cunning, and vicious than ordinary people.

If we wait another six months, it will probably grow to a point where even he will find it troublesome!

Fortunately, although the mutated sarcoma was deeply rooted in his body and knew quite a bit about his situation, it was unaware of some of Meng Yuan's core secrets, such as the game panel, the various plans and schemes in his mind, and Meng Yuan's identity as a transmigrator.

Otherwise, Meng Yuan would have been restless long ago!

These are his biggest secrets, secrets that concern his life, and the key to his future cultivation, immortality, and ascension to immortality!

As for the sarcoma's request to drink human blood, Meng Yuan naturally could not grant it.

Just kidding. Putting aside the fact that Meng Yuan's bottom line wouldn't allow him to do such a thing, just look at the other party's promise... Meng Yuan doesn't even necessarily believe what he says, let alone the promise of a monster like the deformed sarcoma.

Believing it is like believing that pigs can fly.

At least in the world of "Evil Immortals," a sow who cultivates into a spirit can actually climb trees and fly!

Once again, its mouth was gagged, and the mutated tumor became furious. Its entire head pounded violently like a heart, the dark purple blood vessels on its surface contracted continuously, and its pale eyes stared intently at Meng Yuan.

The intense resentment and hatred were almost overflowing!

But Meng Yuan paid no attention. He had specially refined the peach wood plug, making it a small magical artifact with specific uses, so he wasn't worried that the mutated tumor would spit it out.

With a thought, Meng Yuan opened the attribute panel.

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