Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 336 What kind of immortal am I cultivating?

Ye Wuchen woke up in the dark.

He felt pain all over his body, as if he had been whipped with a whip. He was in a daze and it took a long time to wake up.

"Young man, are you awake?" A voice sounded, like an old man talking.

His pupils gradually dilated as he adapted to the darkness and discovered that this was a dungeon with a lot of hay and gravel on the ground and an uneven mud roof above his head.

I've been kidnapped.

There was a sense of sadness in his heart. I, Ye Mou, the genius of the Golden Crow Tribe, fell into the hands of bandits. Life or death is a trivial matter, but if this spreads out, how will Ye Mou's face be saved?

Just thinking about the eyes of his fellow disciples, he felt that he could dig out another dungeon with his toes.

"Young man, why don't you turn around? Do you think you are ugly?

Don't worry, I've met a lot of people who are very brave. No matter how ugly you are, you can't scare me to death." said the old man behind him.

"Nonsense."

Ye Wuchen turned around suddenly, who was he calling ugly?

Fortunately, this old man looks normal, with sparse hair and a lot of wrinkles on his face. He looks very old.

"Hey, it's not ugly. Did they arrest the wrong person?" the old man said unexpectedly.

Ye Wuchen was silent for a while.

"Is this the Qing tribe?"

"How do you know?"

Ye Wuchen said coldly: "Others are telling you the wrong story. If you know who I am, you will regret it."

The old man smacked his lips, "Don't do this to me, I just wiped it out. Now I see someone is thrown in again, and he is still sane."

I just want to ask you, what happened?"

Sweeping the floor?

Ye Wuchen thought in his mind that according to what the ancient books said, this was probably a master of Taoism. He then moved in his heart, his voice softened, and he cupped his hands and said:

"I was captured by the leader of the Qing tribe. He cast a bewitching spell on me. I wonder if seniors have a solution?"

He sensed secretly and found that a strange poison had been planted in his body. It was dormant in his body, hidden deep inside, affecting his internal organs, seven meridians and eight meridians, and almost eroded his Dao foundation.

It feels terrible.

"I know a hammer."

The old man said, "Don't tell me about that beast. He doesn't follow the teachings of his ancestors. If he rebels against heaven, he will release all those things."

I have been guarding it for several lifetimes, but I want to take it out to cause harm to my own family and then to the outside world.

Sooner or later we, the young people, will have to go and beg him."

"What do you mean?" Ye Wuchen was confused.

"Why don't you know anything? You're just like Xinqiu."

The old man looked down upon him and said, "The people who come here must be against him. You just said you were his friend, and you said you were beaten by him to get him in. Why do you still need to ask?"

Young man, you must have woken up and seen that there is a bug in his body. He is afraid that something will go wrong and won't ask you to go out.

Anyone who opposes him is locked up here. He is too busy to take care of them right now, and he might die at some point."

Awakening?

Evil cultivator?

Ye Wuchen sneered: "Another one who wants to brainwash me.

I, Ye, will not go your way.

If you know how to write such a monster, you must be a tribe of evil cultivators."

Then, he seriously corrected him: "I wasn't beaten by him, I was plotted against him."

In normal combat, he is not weaker than others.

"What a letter."

The old man didn't argue with him, picked up the broom and took out the kettle, "I see you've been locked up for a few days, do you want some water?"

Ye Wuchen put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "If we don't let him go, we won't be finished."

"Begging without drinking."

The old man turned around and left with the broom, "You can stay if you want. I'll come back in three days."

"Wait, I'll drink."

Ye Wuchen found that his mouth was indeed dry, his strength had been sealed, and his body was somewhat unable to hold on.

After moistening his throat, he regained some energy and looked at the iron gate, eyes slightly narrowed.

Although he lost his cultivation, his perception was still there. He found that there was no one around, and such an old man could not stop him.

He focused on the old man's neck.

"Xinqiu, go out if you want. If the wooden man stops you, I will just sweep the floor." The old man cursed with a broom.

The job of sweeping the floors in this dungeon is light and light, and everyone is good, just Old Man Fei.

Ye Wuchen's mind trembled. This senior had such keen awareness. He thought about it and decided not to act rashly for the time being.

"You mean, I can go out?" He confirmed again.

"The dungeon is very big. There are many people locked up in different rooms. You can go and have a look. Don't be like a letter ball and always think that I want to harm you." The old man said.

"Senior, what exactly do you do?" Ye Wuchen asked, each sentence giving him a headache.

The old man held the broom and looked back at him incomprehensibly, saying nothing.

"..."

Ye Wuchen said nothing and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Go through the passage and pass through the narrow corridor. There are many oil lamps in the corridor, emitting a pungent smell.

Occasionally there is a skylight, and sunlight pours in, but there are people guarding it. It turns out that the guards are here.

After walking for a while, he came to another room and saw a dozen people. They were locked up here like prisoners, and some even had their anklets chained.

Judging from his clothes, he is also an indigenous person.

Are they still killing each other? Ye Wuchen thought to himself.

"Hey, I heard that an awakened outsider came over. Is he talking about you?" A middle-aged man said.

"What awakening?" Ye Wuchen asked.

"You just found out that you are actually a slave to the parasite?" the man said without beating around the bush.

Ye Wuchen asked, "Did you infect the poisonous insects in my body?"

He could clearly feel that there was a foreign object in his body, and he had a crawling sensation from time to time.

"You have raised parasites yourself for so many years, and you still ask others? You are not afraid of the worms in your body being sad."

"Nonsense." Ye Wuchen retorted.

What kind of evil cultivator remarks are they?

He was dismissive and had undergone professional training. No matter what kind of evil cultivator's words, he could not be persuaded.

Everyone ignored him.

Ye Wuchen thought for a while and took out the storage ring on his hand. He found that he had not lost any of his magic weapons, treasures, medicines, and fruits, but all his communication tools and so on were gone.

It seems that they don't dare to touch my things easily.

When I took out the precious medicines and fruits, I saw that they were all indescribable, wriggling insect eggs.

Why is this happening?

Looking at the eggs, he paused for a while.

Then he started to cross his legs and try to use his mental skills to break the seal.

Then the "weird bugs" in his body began to squirm rhythmically, and a familiar flow of spiritual power came from the seven meridians and eight meridians, and he suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

He opened his eyes, stopped practicing, thought for a while, and went to find the bronze mirror in the corner.

In the dim light, he stared at his face for a while.

"vomit."

He suddenly started retching violently, huddled in the corner holding his belly, and muttered to himself.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

"I have been practicing Taoism for so many years, what have I been practicing?"

…

There is one more frustrated person in the dungeon.

He probably understood what the situation was.

The people here are all those who oppose the "Qing Tribe Leader" and are forcibly detained here. In a sense, they are the same type of people.

Soon after, the cell door opened again, and then there was a clatter of chains, and the cell door was locked again.

The others looked over, wondering who it was that had offended the leader and got that beast in here.

What came was a child with a tail.

"Uncle." The child waved in greeting with a smile on his face.

"Miaomiao?"

There was a voice of surprise, and a middle-aged man was both happy and worried: "Didn't you escape and send a message to the evil cultivators in the Central Plains? How come you were caught back too?"

"Forget it, come back, come back. Hey."

During the pleasantries, only Ye Wuchen was stunned.

"Aren't you the person next to you who tells fortunes?"

…

(End of chapter)