My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 118 Patch
Outside the city of Nanyang Prefecture lies Qingluo Mountain, a small hill completely covered in lush vegetation.

There is a small waterfall by a mountain spring halfway up the mountain.

Not far away, nestled in a dense banyan grove, lies an abandoned Taoist temple.

Inside the main hall of the Taoist temple stands a broken statue of a deity with a shattered head.

On the mottled and faded walls all around, the painted patterns of gods and demons can still be faintly seen.

A burly man, two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body and skin stretched into bizarre lines, was sitting in the main hall.

A bonfire burned in front of him. Next to him was a smashed offering table.

At this moment, the burly man was using the wood from the offering table to start a fire and slowly roasting a 200-pound wild boar.

He doesn't need a knife; he can easily slice open the skin with his fingers and sprinkle the seasoning evenly.

Once the skin is cooked, ignoring the scorching heat, they casually grab the outer layer of cooked meat, stuff it into their mouths, chew it a couple of times, and swallow it.

"Tu Shan, help me deal with Shangguan Ji."

"After this is accomplished, I will lead troops north to find the Thousand Machine Token. The first one will be given to you."

A middle-aged man with a square face walked into the main hall and spoke crisply and decisively.

"Chao Fang? Want some meat?" Tu Shan reached out and grabbed a piece of half-cooked meat with traces of blood, handing it to Chao Fang, a middle-aged man with a square face.

Chao Fang shook his head with a smile: "I don't want you to crush my head."

“What a pity…” Tu Shan stared at Chao Fang’s head and stuffed a mouthful of bloody pork into his mouth.

"When to make a move?"

Chao Fang's lips curled up: "Wait for my news."

……

In the year 641 of the Great Liang Dynasty, on the third day of the fifth month, the weather became increasingly hot.

Chen Mu, wearing a t-shirt that exposed his arms, sat under the octagonal pavilion.

There were seven or eight wooden barrels in the surrounding corners, filled with glistening ice cubes. The temperature of the entire pavilion dropped by two or three degrees.

On the stone table sat a wooden basin, in which a live fish, about the length of a forearm, was constantly jumping and wriggling.

Three strange syllables were uttered.

"Five Ghosts Moving Mountains!"

Five paper figures of ghostly spirits appeared in front of him, then turned into five wisps of black smoke.

Chen Mu's mouth immediately started to water, and his eyes lit up as he looked at the lively fish.

hum!
A flash of black smoke appeared, and the fish head vanished instantly. The cut was clean, as if it had been severed by a sharp blade.

Black smoke billowed above the wooden basin, constantly trying to ram into the remaining half of the fish.

Chen Mu gritted his teeth and stared intently at the black smoke.

hum!
The black smoke disappeared instantly.

Chen Mu gasped for breath: "As expected, it can control the five ghosts."

The Soul-Locking Technique locks away the five evil spirits.

"This is putting a chain on the paper effigy of the dead."

Chen Mu summoned the gray wall and looked at the bottom entry.

Soul-Locking Spell: 93/10000/Second Tier;

"It's time to try absorbing the essence of the Three Treasures."

……

Shanglinfang.

Chen Mu changed his appearance, now wearing a gray long robe. He strolled leisurely into the quiet street.

The ghostly paper figures drifted into the willow trees lining the street. They checked each of the empty rooms along the street.

Only after finding no signs of trespassing in his spare residence did he feel relieved enough to proceed to the old wooden house by the river.

Chen Mu deftly scaled the wall and entered the pavilion beside the pond.

Black smoke billowed, and the pavilion, which had been covered with fallen leaves and dust, was instantly swept clean.

"I wonder how many fish it would take to make it work."

The black smoke continued to billow, and one by one, black pottery jars appeared on the stone table in the middle.

It was filled with poisoned bait that he had prepared in advance.

Cast the bait, wait, the fish get drunk, use the Five Ghosts Bag to move the drunk fish.

After three to five round trips, the vertical shaft would be filled with the Five Ghosts Bag.

After tidying up the messy stone table, Chen Mu quickly left and returned to his home in Linhengfang.

……

The Five Ghosts Bag itself eats meat, and the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Secret Technique also eats meat.

They are essentially one stomach with two mouths.

The five ghosts and spirits are clearly more domineering.

In other words, during the refining process, the stomach's digestive and phagocytic abilities were limited, while its spatial storage capacity was enhanced.

After all, this was a spatial bag that could contain a vast universe within a tiny space. Chen Mu had placed a partition below the feeding well to prevent the stomach from swallowing live fish. Chen Mu summoned five small paper figures and placed them into the feeding well.

"Five Ghosts Moving Mountains!"

Excessive salivation and the constant urge to eat fueled the brain's hunger.

As soon as the thought was released, five plumes of black smoke swirled down and swallowed the live fish in the vertical shaft in the blink of an eye.

Chen Mu exerted all his strength to control the five ghosts. After a long while, the five ghosts disappeared. He carefully searched the space inside the bag.

A tiny wisp of red mist, about the size of a sesame seed, drifted inside the shaft.

The fog was so thin that only a faint reddish shadow could be seen.

He wouldn't have noticed it at all if he hadn't been looking through the Five Ghosts Bag.

"The efficiency of livestock is indeed not high." What about all those live fish?

"It's also related to the level of the Soul-Locking Curse," Chen Mu recalled the process. It felt like he was snatching food from the mouth of the Five Ghosts Bag.

If the level of the Ghost-Locking Curse is low, the strength to snatch food is weak, and naturally, less food will be caught.

"So, the Five Ghost Bags have actually been eating the essence of the Three Treasures all along?" Chen Mu suddenly realized.

"Wouldn't it have been created specifically for humans?" After all, humans possess more of the three essential elements.

"The Thousand Mountains Scripture is indeed an evil scripture."

Chen Mu shrugged, not caring at all.

As long as he doesn't go insane and become a serial killer, it doesn't matter if the magical artifact is evil.

……

On the Luo River, Chao Fang once again boarded a cargo ship and entered Nanyang Prefecture.

"Zongtai, how many of our men have come in?"

"All twelve of us brothers are in position. We will form groups of three and find places to hide around the inner city."

“Each of you will lead ten elite soldiers, all of whom are at the Yi Sui realm,” Zong Tai said respectfully, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

"Have all twelve Soul-Capturing Stakes been driven in?" Chao Fang asked solemnly.

"I've already played nine shots."

“The remaining three locations all have residents. Our people have already contacted all three families and are prepared to buy the three houses at a high price.”

“Very good. Spending a little more money won’t arouse suspicion.” Chao Fang nodded in satisfaction.

"When do we make our move?" Zong Tai asked excitedly.

"Wait, wait until Shangguan Ji deals with the Zhang family."

"Wait until Tu Shan severely injures Shangguan Ji," Chao Fang said calmly.

"By the way, arrange a place for me to stay."

"The time is approaching, I need to keep a close eye on things."

"Yes!"

……

Eleven days later.

Chen Residence, Linhengfang, Nanyang Prefecture.

The Soul-Locking Curse level successfully broke through to the third tier.

While grinding for proficiency, Chen Mu specially prepared a batch of secret medicines for medicine farmers.

Several large vats from the old house by the river came in handy again.

Seven large tanks were filled to the brim with live fish. In addition to feeding them normally, the fisherman also added secret medicines in the correct proportions.

The live fish grow at a rate visible to the naked eye. They are also known for their aggressive temperament, immense strength, and vigorous vitality.

Chen Mu did not try it immediately, but instead continued to accumulate experience with the Ghost Locking Curse.

Twelve days later, the Ghost-Locking Curse broke through to the fourth tier.

His control over the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Spell had greatly increased. Chen Mu suppressed the urge to test it and continued to grind higher.

The sixth day of the sixth month in the year 641 of the Great Liang Dynasty.

The Ghost-Locking Curse has finally reached its fourth stage of perfection.

Chen Mu summoned the gray wall and searched it from top to bottom twice, but still couldn't find the Ghost-Locking Curse.

A thought suddenly occurred to him: the intention of the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Curse appeared in his mind.

"It seems to have gotten a little bigger."

"They actually merged into one?" Chen Mu was filled with astonishment.

What is this? A plugin or a patch?

Chen Mu couldn't help but admire the person who created this secret technique.

"They really dare to think and act."

"It seems that the Soul-Locking Curse can not only refine the essence, but also control the Five Ghosts and improve the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Curse."

"Great!"

(End of this chapter)