Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 257 Two-faced

"It's been dug up..." Wei Xi's brain went into emergency mode, trying to find information related to Qifu in the knowledge base that was severely biased.

Unfortunately, she wasn't good at studying, and only when the time came did Wei Xi look up relevant information. At Wen Daotang, she focused on bluffing through exams, forgetting most of what she'd learned in the blink of an eye. She was a true leader in selective amnesia.

Speaking of this, Wei Xi suddenly realized that after returning to the sect, he still had to go to Wen Dao Hall to make up for the theoretical courses of foundation building.

Wei Xi shook his head, and his whole body had a sense of clarity that was not tainted by knowledge.

"Why are you digging up the Qi Palace?" Lian Gou's facial features wrinkled together, looking very puzzled. "Isn't this thing something you're born with?"

"Could it be that the casual cultivators were fighting each other and then just dumped the dead ones outside?"

"Perhaps these people only had natural aptitude in their lives," Qin Feng continued, "cultivating immortals requires both Qi and Qi, and many people only have one, so they can't even enter the immortal realm."

"The immortal sects recruit disciples arbitrarily. They often carry immortal stones to various towns in the states to recruit disciples. They just go around and look around. It's possible that some people don't even know that they can cultivate immortality."

Wei Xi agreed deeply: she herself took advantage of the favorable conditions in the neighboring village and was accepted as a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect by chance.

Thanks to Wei's father for his help, Wei Xi was able to cultivate immortality for four seasons.

With a few guesses, Wei Xi and the other two began to carefully examine the body, trying to find more clues.

Qin Feng even walked deeper into the mass grave and found several corpses that were more decayed. It could be vaguely seen that the dantian area had been hollowed out.

"This mass grave seems to have been recently expanded, and inside it are old mass graves," Wei Xi cast a cleansing spell on Qin Feng, who was reporting the situation, trying to remove the stench of corpses from her. "These few bodies can still be identified, but the rest have been torn apart by wild beasts beyond recognition."

"There's nothing to prove our identity," Lian Gouqie said, using a dagger to pick up several corpses, covering his nose with his right hand. "There are so many refugees here...it's even harder to tell them apart..."

Refugees, with no fixed place to live and belongings to carry with them, struggled to even get enough to eat, let alone maintain good hygiene. The bodies themselves raised serious doubts, as if someone had erased the evidence.

Wei Xi's mouth was tightened into a line, and he planned to check the corpses on hand again, this time including the ones Qin Feng dragged back.

"This is... Qin Feng. Aren't there any signs of animals gnawing on the bodies around these corpses?"

Qin Feng, who was busy checking the smell on his body, put down his arm and said, "Yes, their Qi Palace was empty and the body could still be moved, so I brought it back."

Wei Xi's eyes were solemn. The four newly found bodies had slightly different degrees of decay, but they were obviously more decayed and in better health than the six bodies found at the beginning. It was obvious that they were not the refugees who had recently appeared in the state capital.

The common point is that they have nothing on their bodies to indicate their identity, nor do they leave any signs of resistance.

Wei Xi suddenly stretched out his hand and touched the faces of several rotten corpses. He first touched the first six corpses, and then the four new ones that Qin Feng had found.

There was no reaction, it was just the touch of human flesh. Wei Xi frowned and rubbed his index finger subconsciously.

"...What's wrong with Wei Xi?" Lian Gouqie whispered, "Why did he get involved? Maybe he bumped into something dirty..."

"Shut up," Qin Feng said coldly, "What a dirty thing! How can humans be clean? Kill every one who comes!"

Wei Xi ignored the two men's daily bickering, pondered for a moment, and coated the faces of the two corpses with a layer of spiritual power. Then, her eyes flickered slightly, and she reached out and ripped off the collapsed skin of the corpse on her right.

Behind a bad face is another bad face.

"Oh my God!" "Why is there still a face?"

Wei Xi continued his efforts and used the same method to tear off the skins of the remaining three corpses in the same batch. As expected, they were all covered with a layer of false faces by the magic formula.

"It has to be Wei Xi," Lian Gouyu praised sincerely, "He can even find out the trick!"

Just now, Wei Xi put herself in the shoes of the person who did this: If she killed many people secretly, what should she do to avoid being discovered?
Dumping the bodies in a mass grave is certainly an option, but there's also the risk of exposure if someone mentally ill comes to dig through the bodies. Besides, if someone with a family and a job disappears for no apparent reason, there's bound to be someone looking for them, so a mass grave is also a sad option.

Wei Xi asked herself, if she were to do this shameful thing, in addition to cleaning up the bodies and stabbing a few times to cover up her true intentions, she would probably have to make a fuss about her identity.

The most convenient way is to scratch the victim's face, or simply smash the corpse's head.

If you are a cultivator, you can use more methods to solve the problem: set it on fire, feed it to monsters, use magic spells to grind it into a paste...

"I didn't expect that cultivators would kill without destroying the bodies," Wei Xi studied the four wrinkled faces in his hand, suppressing the urge to pull the silk thread. "A lot of spiritual energy remains in them. To be able to maintain it for such a long time, the cultivation level is not low."

Qin Feng leaned in to observe these faces. "Is this considered a magical weapon? Using something like this to cover up doesn't seem like the way of a major sect... Give me some face!"

"I don't know much about it," Wei Xi touched the material, "but there are indeed some magical tools that can change appearance, belonging to the magical tool branch. This may be similar... What material is this?"

"Give me one too," Lian Gouqie stretched out his hand to ask for it, "God damn it, please don't let it be..."

After taking the facial skin, Lian Gouqie took a deep breath, his face full of tragedy. With a thought, he [Ruhua] drilled into the facial skin.

Wei Xi had foresight and caught the face that was about to fall. Because there was an extra person inside, it felt a lot heavier.

"It's been too long. I can't trace any trace of spiritual power." Even Qin Feng, who has the most sensitive perception of spiritual power, is helpless. "The traces of spiritual power around have long dissipated."

"However, the spiritual power on this face is draining away very slowly. The person who cast the spell has extraordinary control over the spiritual power. If we meet on a narrow road, we have little chance of winning."

At this moment, Lian Gouyu emerged from his face and fell to his knees. Wei Xi pretended to pull him up, but the latter used his strength to stand up, "It's human skin! This thing is made of human skin!"

"Don't ask me how I know, I don't want to tell you!" Lian Gouqie had a painful expression on his face, and it was obvious that he was not joking anymore.

Wei and Qin knew that the painting contained a secret and were very secretive about the past, so they did not investigate it in detail.

Making friends is not like being a worm in someone's stomach. Some words will come out naturally when the time is right.

"Human skin... could it be the work of the Dead Immortal City?"

"Dead Immortal City?"

"The book Elder Xian Hua gave me is about weapon forging," Wei Xi replied. "It mentions that the Duan Ye Sect in the Western Regions specializes in weapon forging, and its disciples flourished. However, one sect was expelled because of its close association with cultivators from the Dead Immortal City."

"According to Elder Xian Hua's records, the cultivators of the Dead Immortal City mainly focus on the ways of life and death. They use human skin as a material to make magical instruments. Most of them come from the Dead Immortal City."

"How come there are traces of cultivators from the Western Region's Dead Immortal City in Bingzhou?"

Lian Gouqie took a deep breath, grabbed Wei Xi's arm and said weakly, "Blistering sand once appeared in the Dead Immortal City!"

Wei Xi was shocked and asked, "Where did you get this news?"

"Where else could it be? Li Chun's Richen Pavilion."

Lian Goujie wiped his face, his hands full of fragile paper scraps. "He told me this news before. I wrote it in a letter and sent it to Qingcheng Sect. Since you've come here, you naturally didn't receive the news."

"It seems," Qin Feng lowered his eyes, "the matter in Tangkou Town is not over yet..."

　Do you want to drink double skin milk? Hmm?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)