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Legend has it that the blood corpse is immortal, belonging to the category of half-human, half-ghost, and is the most evil thing in the world.
It is cultivated by evil Taoists from the time a person is alive, initially under the guise of taking the person as a disciple, keeping them close, and feeding them soul-strengthening drugs every day to gradually strengthen their souls. This is done to ensure that when the skin is finally peeled off, the soul remains intact, generating powerful resentment.
This is almost like the legend of raising ghosts, except that the "blood corpse" has a physical body, while ghosts do not. Of course, when ghosts cultivate to the extreme, they can also transform into a physical body.
When skinning, it is also important to inform the person involved in the process of making the "blood corpse" before skinning, causing the person to instantly generate resentment. Some people may beg for mercy, but when they see that there is no hope for salvation from you, they will generate even greater resentment, making the "blood corpse" more powerful.
The process of refining the blood corpse is also very dangerous. If one is not careful, they may be devoured by the blood corpse and become its nourishment. The blood corpse is particularly fond of human souls, especially the soul of its master. Evil Taoists may have many Dharma protector treasures to prevent the blood corpse from devouring them, but there are exceptions. For example, when severely injured and unconscious, the treasures cannot be used, and they end up being absorbed by the blood corpse.
Judging by the current blood corpse in front of us, it seems to have devoured its master, otherwise it would not have appeared so openly in public. Generally, evil Taoists raise blood corpses in secret. If righteous Taoists were to see this, there would be relentless pursuit, so these activities are usually kept hidden and would not appear in public.
The reason I know all this is because not long ago, I met a ghost who wanted my help. This ghost seemed very powerful, knowledgeable about everything from astronomy to geography. The task he asked of me was quite interesting - he wanted me to go to the Maoshan School to deliver a note. The strange thing was that the note only had four words: "Go to hell."
These four words are clearly meant to insult people. I dare not go. I just treat this ghost as a mental patient. I remember reading in a book that some people look very powerful on the outside, like a master, but in fact, they are just mentally ill. This ghost seems to fit the description in the book. If I bring these four words to someone from the Maoshan School, they might beat me up, or maybe I'll be lucky.
But this ghost is very clingy. If you don't agree with him, he will keep nagging in your ear, non-stop. In order to enjoy peace and quiet again, I had to agree with him, but I made it clear that I would only go when I have time.
This nagging ghost is okay. When it saw that I agreed, it left quite satisfied without insisting on going right away.
Forget it, I don't want to think about these things. I can barely take care of myself now. What's the use of thinking about these things? Sigh, it's just that this blood corpse seems too powerful. The nagging ghost said that when the blood corpse was just refined, it was like a zombie, with very slow movements and unable to speak, without its own consciousness, only knowing to eat, eat, eat. Generally, to make the blood corpse speak, it would take a thousand years and the consumption of a million living beings.
Alas, I'm really in a sorry state. I encountered a Thousand-Year Blood Corpse. Even if an arrogant person came, they might not necessarily be able to handle this blood corpse.
Wait, something's not right. It's been so long, and my body has been drenched in so much wood louse blood. Why don't I feel anything?
In theory, as the book describes, I should be feeling feverish, with a flushed face, and wanting to pounce on males. But I don't feel anything like that now. I just feel surrounded by a fragrance. Could it be that I'm immune to aphrodisiacs or something similar?
I was just shocked by this Thousand-Year Blood Corpse, so my reaction was a bit slow. After Thousand-Year Blood Corpse finished spouting a bunch of nonsense, I realized that I was perfectly fine.
At this point, the Thousand-Year Blood Corpse also noticed something was wrong with me. Different from what he expected, he stopped and looked me up and down. Finally, he twisted his neck, covered in flesh and blood, and respectfully said to the cockroach spirit standing beside him, "Little roach, it seems that this little girl's constitution is quite extraordinary. Ordinary blood on your body is ineffective against her. How about offering your heart's blood to see if it has any effect?"
The Thousand-Year Blood Corpse spoke lightly, as if talking about the weather, but as soon as he finished speaking, I noticed the cockroach spirit immediately fell to the ground and begged loudly, "Master, spare me. If I lose my heart's blood, then the hundred years of my cultivation will be in vain. How about I go to the nearby pharmacy to help you steal some relevant medicine?"
"There's so much talk. Allowing you to dedicate yourself is like treating you as one of my own. Otherwise, I wouldn't even consider it. You wouldn't have the chance to dedicate yourself, hehe..." Thousand-Year Blood Corpse shamelessly said.
At this point, I had reached a consensus with the cockroach spirit in my heart, thinking, we don't want to become your people. You might as well remove us both. We don't want this opportunity.
After waiting for a while, the Thousand-Year Blood Corpse saw the cockroach spirit dawdling and still not forcing out its heart's blood, so it became angry: "You little bug, you're asking for death. Since you're unwilling to give it, I'll do it myself." As it spoke, it raised its blood-stained hand, which had grown ten times larger due to its transformation. With a gentle poke, the cockroach spirit's heart was cut open, and the blood hand began to absorb a blood with a faint golden light.
"You, old monster, you've gone too far. I treated you as if you were a god, and yet you want my life. I won't do as you wish. Anyway, once I lose my heart's blood, I'll revert to my original form and become an ordinary wood louse. In that case, I'll give all my heart's blood to this girl, so you can't control her actions. I'll make it difficult for you. If you won't let me live in peace, then you won't live in peace either." As the cockroach spirit spoke, countless antennae on its body began to wildly dance, and then its body began to wildly elongate as if it were being inflated.
Very soon, like an overfilled balloon, it exploded in an instant. In the bloody rain, the golden blood flowed directly from the Hundred Meeting Point on top of my head, spreading throughout my Twelve regular meridians.
"You, little bug, do you think you can just die and be done with it? I will make your soul suffer eternal burning of hellfire. How dare you defy me, I won't let you have a good ending."
Looking at the little blood on his hand, Thousand-Year Blood Corpse became furious. He spat out a mouthful of white flames, enveloping the soul of the wood louse and starting to burn it.
Hellfire, as the name suggests, is a flame from the underworld specifically designed to burn souls. As expected, the soul of the cockroach spirit immediately writhed in pain, constantly wailing and begging for mercy.
Thousand-Year Blood Corpse looked at the agonizing cockroach spirit soul, and his complexion improved slightly. With a wave of his hand, the remaining bit of heart blood was directly poured onto my body.
Seeing the heart blood flowing freely on my body, I didn't mind. I thought to myself, I've already accepted so much heart blood from the cockroach spirit, so why would it be a problem if it's poured onto my body.
It's like there's nothing unsuitable for the body to absorb, but is it different on the surface?
But the fact proves that my idea is wrong. It turns out that the effect of this thing on the surface and inside the body is different. Despite just a little bit of blood, I immediately felt the kind of warm sensation described in the book. It felt like something was scratching inside my heart, making me feel the urge to rush over and hug that blood corpse.
No, that's the most disgusting blood corpse in the world. I can't go over there. I silently suggested to myself, and after a while, I felt much better. But it only lasted for less than ten seconds before I had the same thought again.
"Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you," suddenly came Sier's voice from behind me.
By the way, the cockroach spirit said that if it gave me the Essence Blood, I could break free from the control of the Thousand-Year Blood Corpse. Sure enough, as soon as I turned around, I really did turn around. Seeing this, I immediately planned to escape, but I found that this Space was like glue, making every step difficult, as if my feet were stuck.
As I lifted my leg, I noticed that Sier also seemed to struggle with each step as they walked inside. Their neatly dressed clothes were also in tatters. The jade pendant I had thrown out was now floating above their head. Seeing Sier like this, I began to wonder if I had wrongly accused Sier, or if Sier had returned to save me out of conscience.
"Gaga... kid, you've got some skills to break through the barrier I set up. But no worries, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish," the Thousand-Year Blood Corpse sneered when he saw Sier.
"Hmph, I'm not afraid of you," Sier retorted. After saying this, he stopped moving forward and quickly formed some kind of seal with his hands. In an instant, I could see his hands clearly, and then his body seemed to be on fire, while a whirlwind seemed to be swirling around him. The original blood mist began to revolve around Sier in circles, and at the same time, the resistance in front of me disappeared.
Seeing this, my instinct was to run faster, but my body was out of control. My eyes began to blur, and primitive thoughts arose again. Most fatally, in my blurred vision, I actually saw Shen Chen turn from behind me to in front of me, which made me lose control and press directly against him.
"Sister, Do not ah, you have to hold on, I will save you out soon," Sier exclaimed as I pressed against Shen Chen.
"Gaga... I told you that you would take the initiative to throw yourself into my arms. But, little darling, wait for a moment. Wait for me to deal with this annoying thing, then I'll come and cherish you." At this point, Shen Chen also spoke, but as soon as this voice came out, I immediately understood what I was holding. It turned out to be the Thousand-Year Blood Corpse. Sure enough, the blood of the cockroach spirit is the most powerful medicine in the world, Fleeceflower root, which can cause such a huge visual error in people.
But why did I mistake this Thousand-Year Blood Corpse for Shen Chen? Could it be that deep down in my heart, I actually have feelings for Shen Chen and have deeply fallen in love with him?
Now is not the time for me to be thinking about these things. I know I'm holding onto a disgusting monster. I want to let go in anger, but I didn't expect it to hold on tighter and tighter. I'm getting hotter and hotter, I can feel my face burning up.
No, I can't do this. I forcefully bite my tongue to keep myself awake again. After regaining consciousness, I successfully let go of the blood corpse I was holding onto, looking at my hands covered in foul-smelling blood, I feel like throwing up.
"Sister, move away quickly, I'm going to explode this place." Just as I was about to vomit, I heard Sier shouting loudly at me. When I turned around, I saw Sier suddenly pinching the jade pendant floating above his head, and the jade pendant was emitting a dazzling white light.
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