Chapter 213 Black Scab and Rotten Flesh

"No!" Faced with Bai Lingmiao's request, Li Huowang answered decisively.

Seeing the grievance on Bai Lingmiao's face, Li Huowang calmed down and explained: "There are no magical powers at all, only extreme suffering. Believe me, losing a hand is nothing compared to experiencing that kind of thing."

If you want to get Ba Hui's attention, you must suffer both mental and physical pain.

Li Huowang has experienced it twice, and he knows what it takes to reach that point.

He didn't want that kind of despair to happen to his companions.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that Chun Xiaoman would go crazy.

"Oh. I just feel so sorry for Sister Xiaoman that she lost a hand at such a young age."

"Don't worry, I will find a way in the future. This world is so unreasonable, there is always a way to take her hand back."

Li Huowang didn't know whether to comfort himself or Bai Lingmiao.

At this point, Li Huowang sniffed hard. "Did you smell it? It smells bad."

"Senior Brother Li, you have some dead flesh on your body. Of course it will stink when it rots."

"It's rotten and smelly?"

Li Huowang suddenly laughed when he heard the news. He smiled sincerely.

Rot is back, and in this world, the weird way of heaven has returned to normal.

Now that the rot has returned, a new idea appears in Li Huowang's mind.

Now that Rot is back, can Shitai also come back to life? Li Huowang made random guesses.

This may be wishful thinking, but it is really possible.

After all, anything that happens in this unreasonable world is not unexpected.

At this moment, he even had a strong impulse in his heart, and wanted to turn around immediately and go back to Siqi'an Ci Temple to see it again.

But impulse was just impulse. Li Huowang knew that he couldn't go back without saying anything now.

He just killed Peng Longteng. Unless he wanted to die, he might not be able to go back to Shu in the next few years.

"The rot has come back. Did it come back on its own? Or is there something that caused the rot to come back?" Li Huowang's thoughts gradually diverged.

In Li Huowang's mind, he remembered the black insect Bodhisattva he saw in Anci'an before, which was made up of densely packed blowflies.

Zhengde Temple burns incense and worships the flesh and blood Buddha, and those monks obtain magical powers of flesh and blood by doing that kind of thing with the flesh and blood.

The Nestorian religion sacrifices pain to Ba Hui in order to gain new kinds of transcendental powers.

Does this mean that there is some kind of being responsible for decay?

Does the disappearance of decay mean what happened to Him? And does the reappearance of decay mean that He has returned to His place again?

At this moment, Li Huowang's mind was thinking about these questions randomly.

Now that I think about it carefully, the strange death of Master Shitai was very strange. She was so powerful that she would die in a pig pen.

"Are those beings at war? Shitai is just being affected?"

Almost instinctively, Li Huowang recalled the things in Bai Yujing.

Through the hazy Yak Gate, Li Huowang saw that the things inside seemed to be swallowing something.

"Could it be them?" When he began to recall what he saw that day, Li Huowang's expression showed a hint of pain, and his breathing gradually became faster.

"Senior Brother Li, what's wrong with you?" Bai Lingmiao noticed something strange and quickly grabbed Li Huowang's hand.

Li Huowang tried his best to interrupt his thinking and repeated it over and over again. "Don't listen...don't want...don't want..."

In order to force himself to give up thinking, Li Huowang quickly raised his head and looked at Bai Lingmiao and said, "Where's the book? Where's the "Fire Jacket Sutra"? It's the book wrapped in wax. Come over here!"

Bai Lingmiao rummaged around for a while, and soon the "Fire Coat Sutra" wrapped in transparent white wax was delivered to him.

As Li Huowang read the incantation in the book, the white wax was ignited and gathered into a ball of centipedes.

It slowly climbed up on Li Huowang's charred body and treated Li Huowang's injuries.

It crawled slowly, the superficial burns gradually replaced the deep burns, and the two types of injuries gradually blended together, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

The entire bullock cart was filled with a pungent and special smell.

The pain made Li Huowang breathe a sigh of relief. He needed pain to disrupt his thoughts now.

He shouldn't think about those things now. Those things have become a foregone conclusion and have nothing to do with him in the first place. Those are what the big shots want to think about.

What I should be thinking about now is how to work hard to survive.

Maybe wait until you are strong enough before you consider these things.

Suddenly Li Huowang thought of something, raised his neck and asked Bai Lingmiao: "Where is the "Da Qian Lu"? It's the red bamboo slips."

The burning centipedes disappeared with the sound of Li Huowang's spell, and suddenly dispersed into a pool.

After hearing Da Qian Lu, Bai Lingmiao looked a little hesitant, but in the end she turned around and got out of the carriage.

Li Huowang's keen hearing vaguely heard the sound of arguments outside.

A few quarters of an hour later, Bai Lingmiao came in holding a red bamboo slip.

Li Huowang tensed up and exerted force, turning over amidst Bai Lingmiao's exclamations.

"Here, tear off the black scab on my back and stick that thing on my back."

Since my skin hasn't grown yet, I can just take this opportunity to cover my body with "Da Qian Lu".

When my skin grows back, Daqianlu will be buried in it.

In this way, you don't have to take it out every time you use it, and your shots will be more unexpected.

Li Huowang had previously wondered why Nestorian monks hung the "Da Qian Lu" on their chests.

Now he suddenly understood that since it exists, there must be a reason for its existence.

Bai Lingmiao obviously understood the reason why Li Huowang did what he did, "Brother Li, do you really have to do this? It hurts so much, and if you do this, no one else will be able to use this "Da Qian Lu" in the future."

Li Huowang nodded firmly. "Yes, this is the effect I want."

This time it was Chun Xiaoman who lost his arm, and God knows who it will be next time.

"Da Qian Lu" is too easy to use, and some people will definitely imitate it. In this case, it is better to hide "Da Qian Lu" in your own skin, once and for all.

Bai Lingmiao bit her lip and did as she was told. As her extremely white hands trembled and pulled off the black scab on Li Huowang's back, Li Huowang's screams were suddenly recalled in the bullock cart.

Underneath the black scab was flesh and blood that was constantly oozing blood and tissue fluid. The red Daqianlu was carefully rolled out and covered.

Li Huowang turned over again, with a painful expression on his face and pushed back, pressing "Da Qian Lu" into his body.

After everything was over, it was finally time to come to an end. The exhausted Li Huowang wanted to take a good rest and slowly closed his eyes, wanting to have a good rest.

Half asleep and half awake, Li Huowang opened his eyes again and looked at Bai Lingmiao.

"Does Peng Longteng have anything on him? Have you taken it?"

Bai Lingmiao nodded, "Gouwa said those armor pieces can be sold for money, so they were all carried on the ox cart, even the giant halberd was carried up."

"He said that even if this magical weapon cannot be used, it can be melted down and reforged into a weapon in the future."

"Besides the armor on Peng Longteng's body and the halberd, what else were found on her body?"