Evil Immortal!

River patrol workers are not allowed to act alone when patrolling the river; they must go in groups.

However, Feng Shan was not Sun Laoqi's companion; Ma Shan was. The name Feng Shan was made up by Meng Yuan.

Sun Laoqi smirked, a smile that could be considered a smile, though his expression was somewhat stiff: "Feng Shan has a stomachache, he'll be over in a bit. Oh, by the way, there's something I need to tell you."

As he spoke, he limped toward Meng Yuan.

"Really? What is it?"

Meng Yuan noticed something was wrong, but remained outwardly calm. Suddenly, he pointed to the other man's crotch and said, "Hey? Brother Sun, why are your pants wet? Did you wet your pants?"

Sun Laoqi stared at him for a moment, then looked down blankly, only to find that there wasn't a single wet spot on his clothes.

Just then, Meng Yuan stepped forward, wielding the Yin Liu stick in his hand, and thrust it into Sun Laoqi's face like a spear.

Anyone who's been in a fight knows that hitting with a stick and stabbing with a stick are two completely different things.

With the same force, the latter is far more powerful than the former!

Sun Laoqi's head was pushed to the side, and a piece of bloody flesh fell off his face.

However, beneath the skin was not bloody fascia and muscle, but dark, wrinkled skin that looked like dried orange peel!

He looked at Meng Yuan expressionlessly, his entire demeanor having changed.

His eyes were mostly white, with only a hint of black in the pupils, giving them a cold and bloodthirsty look!

The skin on his body cracked inch by inch, as if it had lost moisture and turned into pieces that scattered in the wind.

Her fingernails grew rapidly, piercing her skin and turning into sharp daggers with a metallic, bluish-gray luster.

Almost instantly, Sun Laoqi, who was originally honest and dark-skinned like an old farmer, transformed into a humanoid monster with a thin and agile body, skin as lean as iron, and sharp claws!

On its waist and abdomen, there was a conspicuous fist mark, about the size of a clay pot, that almost pierced through its body, penetrating three inches into the flesh. The flesh was torn apart, and black blood with a putrid smell flowed out. It was clearly left by Huang Qing.

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【The Skinner】

Template: Elite (Light Red)

Rank: First Rank

Description: A cunning skinner, seemingly seriously injured?

Danger level: High

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"An elite-level skin-peeling demon! Damn... this thing is definitely about to transform into a painted-skin demon!"

Without a word, Meng Yuan turned and fled frantically, shouting to Sun Youfu, who was not far away, as he ran: "Youfu! Bang the gong and call for help!"

The reason why the skin-peeling ghost is called the skin-peeling ghost is because this evil spirit possesses a natural supernatural power, is good at peeling people's skin, and likes to wear human skin for disguise, but is still low in intelligence and full of flaws.

If one goes a step further and becomes a Painted Skin Ghost, possessing wisdom no less than that of a living person, capable of both peeling skin and painting skin, and skilled in scheming and manipulation, hiding among the common people, one becomes a formidable evil spirit.

The skinning demon before them was clearly quite intelligent, possessing some of the cunning of a human, and was even attempting to deceive Meng Yuan. It had clearly gained considerable power and was not far from transforming into a painted-skin demon.

The skinning demon was clearly not expecting Meng Yuan to run away so suddenly, showing no regard for martial ethics. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, watching Meng Yuan dart away like a rabbit for quite a while before he came to his senses and began to chase after him.

Upon hearing the sound, Sun Youfu looked over, and when he saw the skinning ghost behind Meng Yuan, he turned and ran.

Meng Yuan: "..."

This kid walks slowly and deliberately, like a sloth, taking a break every now and then. Asking him to walk even a few more steps is like asking him to die.

Now he runs faster than a startled rabbit!

Fortunately, this guy didn't forget to bang a gong while he was running away.

Ding ding ding— Ding ding ding—

The loud gong sound echoed in all directions, quickly attracting the attention of some people nearby.

Meng Yuan turned his head and saw the Skinning Demon frantically chasing after him, swinging his two thin arms that reached past his knees. His posture was strange, but his speed was astonishing.

If he hadn't just mastered the "Black Pig Gluttony Technique" and become a proper martial artist, greatly improving his speed, strength, and endurance, he would probably have been caught by the Skin-Peeling Demon by now, and his skin would have been peeled off alive!

Seeing that Meng Yuan was slippery and could not be caught up for a while, and with other river patrol workers nearby coming after hearing the news, the Skin-Peeling Ghost glanced coldly at Meng Yuan's back, a sinister look flashing across his face, and then turned and left without hesitation, quickly disappearing into the woods not far away.

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"Meng Yuan, was it you who discovered that skinner?"

Before long, a group of people gathered on the riverbank, the most eye-catching of whom was Huang Qing, who was fat and stout like a wild boar.

At this moment, Huang Qing was staring at Meng Yuan with a pair of large, round eyes.

"That's right, boss. At first, Skinner was disguised as Old Seven Sun, but I sensed something was wrong, so I had Youfu sound the alarm with the gong."

Meng Yuan briefly recounted what had just happened, without hiding anything.

"I see..."

Huang Qing didn't seem to care much about the Skinning Ghost. Instead, he looked Meng Yuan up and down with surprise in his eyes, as if he were looking at a monster.

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally sense some changes in Meng Yuan, which were clearly signs that he had entered the realm of the "Black Pig Gluttony Technique".

If he hadn't been certain that he had personally handed the "Black Pig Gluttony Technique" to Meng Yuan this morning, he would have even suspected that the Meng Yuan in front of him was the Skin-Peeling Demon in disguise.

"Could this kid be a rare martial arts prodigy?"

Huang Qing was filled with doubt.

Meng Yuan felt uneasy under the gaze, realizing that the other party had seen through some of his secrets.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

After all, the mental state of a physically weak person is completely different from that of a person who has achieved mastery of martial arts.

Moreover, Huang Qing has already changed his profession and is a genuine innate martial artist, comparable to the innate embryonic breathing realm of immortals!

Given the other party's keen eyesight and experience, their changes would not escape their notice.

Fortunately, Huang Qing only glanced at him a few times and didn't say anything. He waved his hand, and soon someone carried over a mummified corpse.

The mummy was emaciated, skin and bones, like a piece of dried-out wood, with a hideous face and an open mouth revealing two rows of dry, pale teeth.

What's particularly strange is that the mummified corpse's skin had vanished, as if it had been completely peeled off.

Furthermore, the mummified corpse's right leg was noticeably shorter than its left leg.

"Boss, this is... Old Seventh Sun?"

Meng Yuan was somewhat surprised.

"good."

Huang Qing said, "This morning someone discovered Sun Laoqi's body. His life essence had been drained and his skin had been peeled off. I was leading people to search for the skinning ghost when I heard the commotion from your side."

Meng Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Boss, do you mean that this skinner has already set his sights on our river patrol team?"

Huang Qing sighed, scratched his fat belly, which stirred up a large wave of flesh: "The Skinning Ghost is the most vengeful of evil spirits. I seriously injured it the night before last, but it escaped. It seems that this time it is coming for our river patrol team."

Meng Yuan remained silent.

Given the vengeful nature of the skinning devil, he might not only be eyeing the river patrol team, but also himself.

This is clearly not a good thing.

The expressions of the others around them were also not very good.

Last time it was Niu Er and his friends, this time it's Sun Laoqi. What will they do if they encounter the Skin-Peeling Ghost next time?

The world is tough, and life is hard.

It's normal for people to risk their lives to work as river patrolmen in order to support their families, but ultimately it's about living a good life, not courting death.

Now that evil spirits have targeted the river patrol team, it has inevitably caused panic among the people.