Chapter 115 Mark of the Underworld, Devouring, Yaoguandu, Old Patriarch, Land of Despair, I’m Coming in (Part 1)

Wujiang Mansion, inside the mysterious stone room.

A young man, naked to the waist, swallowed a red pill and meditated to adjust his breathing.

After the mana boiled, thick red steam emerged from the top of his head. The steam kept changing, as if it wanted to condense into a red lotus. However, after several changes, the red lotus on his head failed to condense into shape, and the effort fell short. Reverse blood spurted from its mouth.

The door of the stone chamber was suddenly pushed open by a middle-aged scribe.

"Teng'er, are you okay? Did the breakthrough fail?" The middle-aged scribe quickly walked to the young man's side and helped him up, saying sadly.

Under the light provided by the luminous pearl, a water-drop-shaped bloody mark on the young man's left chest is very eye-catching.

"I'm sorry, father, I still haven't been able to break through the process of refining qi and becoming a god, and I haven't been able to break through to the realm of a real person."

"A precious blood soul pill was wasted."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to survive the next hell time, father." The young man said weakly. After speaking, he clenched his fist fiercely with a look of resentment on his face.

"The way of heaven is so unfair. If I was given another half a year to hone my magic power, I would definitely be able to break through to the realm of a real person. Why would I fall short?"

"It's a pity that I will enter that hellish place in another month."

Recalling the last encounter in the underworld, the young man couldn't help but feel a look of fear in his heart.

The last time he escaped from death in the underworld, he had some luck. This time he failed to break through to the real world, and he was afraid that he would be doomed this time.

"No!"

"no way!"

"Teng'er, you have to cheer up. You can't give up. There is still a chance. As a father, you only have one son. Your mother passed away early. Before she died, she asked me to take good care of you. You are only in your fifties and you already have a son. Cultivation in the later stage of refining qi and becoming a god.”

"My son, you have the appearance of a true king!"

"Teng'er, you don't have to be afraid. As long as you kill another mark owner and get the remaining marks from him, given another half year, you will definitely be able to break through successfully."

"As a father, within a month, even if you go to poverty and fall into the underworld, I will find someone with the mark of the underworld to extend your life!"

"If you don't have the Blood Soul Pill, I will make another one for you as a father. Even if 11,100,000 people die, I will definitely find it for you."

In the secret room, the middle-aged scribe's painful, depressed, angry, and decisive roars echoed in the confined space.

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Yaoguandu is a remote ancient village.

Hundreds of years ago, a group of medicinal farmers with official surnames left the group to avoid disaster and came to a mountain depression near Wujiang River. This ancient town gradually developed and grew.

Because it is close to the Wujiang River, the people of Yaoguandu gradually changed their lifestyle and lived a life of collecting medicines as their main job and fishing as a side job.

In a small wooden house in Yaoguandu.

A few days ago, it was a moonlit night.

Gouwazi held his breath and did not dare to breathe out. His eyes were red and he huddled in a corner of the room. When he felt sleepy, he picked up the embroidery needle next to him and stabbed his thigh hard.

Only severe pain can relieve his sleepiness.

At this time, his arms and thighs were already covered with dense blood spots pricked by needles, which made people shudder.

"can not sleep!"

"I'll have that dream once I sleep!"

"I will dream about the old patriarch!"

"Many people have died. I don't want to die. I don't want to die!"

"Old patriarch, let us go, let Yaoguandu go, many people have died!"

"We were wrong."

After pricking himself with a needle and swallowing some refreshing herbs, Gouwazi sat in a corner of the room with dull eyes. His nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms, and even blood flowed out along his nails. Total disregard.

What if there was a regret medicine in the world!

If they hadn't done that that day, maybe things wouldn't have gotten as bad as they did now.

It is a pity that Yaoguandu, which is composed of medicinal farmers, does not have regret medicine here, and it is impossible to collect regret medicine!

At this time, Gou WaZi's thoughts had leapt to more than ten days ago.

That was the day the old patriarch died.

The death of the old clan leader has become a taboo in Yaoguandu, and no one wants to mention it. The clan members silently arranged the funeral for the old clan leader in the tomb.

The dead are gone, the living are like this.

Seven days have passed. The townspeople thought this was the first seven days of an ordinary old man passing away. No one thought that since that day, evil things happened in Yaoguandu one after another.

At the beginning, livestock such as chickens and ducks died for no reason. The dead chickens and ducks were covered with a thin layer of frost, which was extremely strange.

The townspeople began to discuss whether it was some kind of strange disease or an evil spirit was coming to the town.

The next day, a pair of gray cloth shoes were picked up by villagers at the Wujiang Ferry. On this day, the entire Wujiang Ferry exploded.

Because these are the shoes of the old patriarch. Along with the shoes, they were washed to the shore, and four crooked characters appeared on the shore - I am back!

The writing was ugly, and it didn't look like it was written by human hands, but rather like it was written by some kind of wild beast.

Throw a handful of rice on the ground, and what the chicken pecks out will look better than the writing on the ground.

There is a lot of black silt around the characters. The residents of Yaoguandu, who make fishing as a side job, recognized it at a glance. This was the silt deep in the Wujiang River, and for some reason it appeared on the shore.

On this day, the little vitality that the entire Yaoguan Town finally regained was knocked down again. It was not even as good as the day when the old patriarch died, like a duck that had its throat pinched.

Everyone was silent and talking behind closed doors.

After all, the facts of that day were too shameful and they could not speak out.

At this time, some people secretly discussed whether to find a magician to take a look.

Regardless of whether the old patriarch had returned or not, it was probably an evil spirit that had come. It would be better to find a magician to kill the evil spirit, otherwise they would not be able to live like this.

At first, this idea was only spread among a small circle of a few people in private, but later, it spread like a plague throughout Yaoguandu and received support from almost all the townspeople in Yaoguandu.

Great kindness turns into hatred!

Many people could not face the situation in front of them and came up with such an idea at the first time. Although a small number of people opposed this idea, the panic spread and it could not make any waves.

The shoes of the old patriarch who had long died in the depths of the Wujiang River suddenly appeared, as well as the strange words "I'm back" and the corpses of chickens and ducks that died for no reason in the town, which really scared them.

The townspeople contributed money, and those who didn't contributed goods and people. They pooled a large sum of money and prepared to go to Wujiang Prefecture to find a powerful practitioner to slay demons.

They left on the morning of the third day.

They drove a bullock cart, took their belongings, and even brought two old ginsengs that were three to five hundred years old.

The old ginseng was also the relic of the old patriarch.

When the old patriarch was young, he was the most powerful herb collector in Yaoguandu. When he went out to explore, he brought back a third-rate martial arts method called "Gecko Dragon Kung Fu".

The method was not very strong, but it was extremely suitable for the people of Yaoguandu, who mainly engaged in herb collecting. He selflessly taught all the methods to the people of the tribe.

The old ginseng was probably obtained by the old patriarch in a remote place.

Because the old patriarch's children and wife all died in accidents, he had been a widower for many years, so after the old patriarch died, his treasures were also found by the townspeople when they were preparing for his funeral, and placed in the ancestral temple in the town for worship.

Now it just came in handy to impress the master of cultivation.

However, the plan to invite the master out failed when they were just about to take action.

The people who went out came back in less than an hour.

Each of them looked pale and as if they had lost their parents.

"It's over, Yaoguandu is over." Guan Daniu, the leader of the team, said with trembling lips.

He was a town resident who strongly advocated going out to invite a magician, and was also the leader of the team. He was quite popular in the town, especially among the younger generation.

His gecko dragon skill had long reached the level of a second-rate master, and the skill had long been cultivated to the level of great success.

There was only one reason that could scare him to death. It turned out that when they had just walked out of the town not far away, a faint white mist appeared around them. The further they walked outside, the thicker the mist became, and it was almost impossible to see anything.

They had no way out and could only return hand in hand.

Strangely enough, when they returned to the original route, the fog in front of them gradually became thinner.

They were happy and decided to continue moving forward, so the fog suddenly became thicker again.

After three rounds of this.

Guan Daniu was desperate and took the young men back to Yaoguandu.

After this incident, the townspeople of Yaoguandu were even more panicked. Some townspeople who didn't believe in evil also tried to go out, but in the end they all came back with a broken face.

Can't get out!

Yaoguandu has become a dead end.

You can get in but can't get out.

The panic was fermenting, and the visible oppressive atmosphere was shrouding the sky above Yaoguandu.

This town was becoming more and more desperate.

At this time, the panicked people finally remembered the kindness of the old patriarch.

Because many of them practiced the "Gecko Dragon Skill" which was taught by the old patriarch personally, and the old patriarch treated them like a rebirth.

Before practicing this skill, there were more than a dozen people who died in Yaoguandu every year because they fell off the cliff while collecting herbs.

This means that at least a dozen families in Yaoguandu lost their young and strong pillars every year.

After practicing the "Gecko Dragon Skill", the number of deaths dropped sharply to one or two, and even the income increased.

Decades have passed, and it can be said that almost every family in Yaoguandu owes the old patriarch a life.

That night, the people of Yaoguandu fell into reflection.

Some people secretly ran to the old patriarch's tomb and cried bitterly.

Some people ran to the shore of the Wujiang ferry to kill chickens and burn yellow paper.

But those who ran to the ferry were shocked to find that the old cloth shoes of the old patriarch who were pushed to the shore by the river... disappeared.

A line of muddy footprints appeared on the muddy ground on the shore.

Look at the direction of the footsteps.

That is the direction to enter Yaoguandu town.

At this time, four twisted bloody characters appeared in the muddy ground on the shore.

They were composed of a pile of river fish corpses that were gnawed to pieces by strange animals.

I came in!