Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

"Damn, is something coming at us?"

A piercing scream erupted from the end of the second-floor corridor, followed by a dull thud as something heavy fell to the ground.

Someone was running too fast and slipped at the corner of the corridor.

In just a few seconds, the entire second-floor dormitory area was like a hornet's nest that had been poked.

Doors were smashed open one after another, and figures poured out of each room.

Some were shirtless, some weren't even fully dressed, and a few had clearly just crawled out of bed with their hair a complete mess.

"Where? Where is the evil spirit?"

"The sound is coming from that room!"

"Holy crap, look at that wall..."

Everyone's eyes turned to the wall in the middle of the corridor.

On the stark white wall, there were three or four holes the size of bowls, with the edges cracked radially, as if they had been blasted open from the inside by some enormous force.

Someone instinctively took a step back.

"Don't panic!" A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader lowered his voice and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. "Form battle formation, get ready..."

Before he could finish speaking, the rickety door creaked open from the inside.

Everyone took three steps back in unison, raising their weapons with wary expressions.

Then, they saw Chen Mo peek half his head out from the door.

His face was still covered in dust, his eyes were unfocused, and he forced an awkward yet polite smile.

"...Um, everyone, are you still awake?"

The corridor was silent for a full three seconds.

"That kid from Team Three?" The tall, thin man, whose flashlight had fallen to the ground, nearly dislocated his jaw. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Chen Mo pushed the door open a little wider, revealing half of his body wearing shorts, and scratched the back of his head. "It's just that, practicing martial arts."

He stepped aside, letting everyone see the horrific state of the room behind him. The entire bed was shattered into pieces, and there were seven or eight large holes in the wall letting in drafts.

"I lost control when I broke through my cultivation technique," he chuckled dryly, "I used a bit too much force."

"You used too much force?!" The tall, thin man pointed at the holes in the wall, his finger trembling. "You call that using too much force?!"

"It really was an accident..." Chen Mo's lips twitched, and he forced himself to say it.

The corridor was deathly silent once again.

Everyone looked at each other.

Finally, the middle-aged man sighed, patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, and said, "Young man... breaking through is a good thing, but could you choose a daytime session next time? And perhaps give me a heads-up beforehand?"

Chen Mo nodded repeatedly: "Definitely, definitely, next time for sure."

"And also," the middle-aged man pointed to the wall, "you have to pay for this wall."

"…………OK."

The crowd dispersed, grumbling and cursing. "That was terrifying in the middle of the night."

Once the corridor quieted down again, Chen Mo stood at the doorway of the dilapidated room, feeling a bit of a headache.

It seems we'll have to find a secluded spot for the next integration.

He clenched his fist; his physical shortcomings had finally been made up for by that divine transformation.

Ghost skin, divine blood, and malevolent bones.

All that's missing are the internal organs and the soul.

Chen Mo turned and went into the house, gently closing the rickety door behind him.

The door swayed behind him twice before finally managing to stay afloat thanks to the last remaining hinge.

He ignored it and focused his gaze on the several large, drafty holes in the wall.

Suddenly, I froze.

wrong.

The view is so clear.

Even though he was standing in a dimly lit room, looking at the holes from seven or eight meters away, the scene outside was clearly visible to him.

Every ripple of water, even the dust particles stirred up by the night wind, seemed magnified several times over, crammed into his field of vision.

Chen Mo blinked and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his eye socket.

Deep within the pupil, something was trembling slightly. The compound eye particles that had split had not completely disappeared; they had simply sunk deep into the eye, lying dormant.

Flying Vinegar says: Read this book!

He looked at the hole in the wall again.

This time, I saw even more.

The dark red moonlight spilled onto the water's surface, like a layer of flowing blood.

The willow branches on both banks appeared an eerie dark purple under the red light, their shadows twisting and creeping all over the riverbank.

And in the river...

Chen Mo's pupils contracted slightly.

Those previously vague, gloomy auras were now as clear in his eyes as if they were revealed with an X-ray.

Deep in the river, wisps of dark gray, eerie energy twisted and turned, like countless tentacles wriggling on the bottom.

From the source of each wisp of yin energy was an even denser shadow.

Those are all water ghosts.

Two.

Three...

There were seven water ghosts swimming in this section of the river.

Some were the corpses of drowned women, others were twisted children with their limbs bent at bizarre angles, and one was exceptionally large, resembling a…