Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 95: Making Trouble. (First Update!)

Shujiabao.

The corridor leading to the living area.

The corridor generally tends to go upward. Although it is in the belly of the mountain, the ground is relatively dry and the terrain is relatively flat. The mountain walls on both sides are polished smooth, and scratches from passing objects can be seen from time to time.

There was a pair of oil lamps lit every few steps on both sides of the corridor. The twinkling lights meandered deeper into the corridor. In the distance was endless darkness, and it was difficult to see clearly what was at the end.

Fei Yuanhui summoned a fat ghost servant holding a long stick to lead the charge, and he followed closely behind.

Behind him followed three cultivators at the fourth level of Qi training, one female and two males.

The female cultivator had her hair in a bun, a jade hairpin inserted diagonally, and wore a goose yellow shirt. She was walking in the "corpse-raising" way, with a tall corpse puppet following beside her. The corpse puppet's face was engraved with various runes, and its features could no longer be seen; there were two male cultivators, one fat and one thin. The fat one also summoned a ghost servant to be on guard. His ghost servant was muscular and shirtless; the thin one summoned a water ghost dripping all over its body, with water plants, small snails, shells and the like entangled in its hair, emitting a strong fishy smell.

A little distance away from these four people was the monk wearing a conical hat.

Zheng Que walked at the back with Nian Nu.

As the group entered the corridor, a bone-chilling cold wind blew in their faces.

This gust of cold wind was unusual and extremely chilling, like a swarm of tiny insects that seemed to be drilling into their bones.

At first, they thought it was coming towards them, but after careful consideration, they could not tell from which direction it was coming. For a moment, the entire team had their clothes fluttering and their hair flying, as if a cold wind was blowing from all directions.

Zheng Que suddenly felt something was strange. This didn't seem to be an ordinary cold wind.

At this moment, the thin male cultivator was alertly paying attention to his surroundings. The water ghost who had been protecting him suddenly turned around, opened his mouth and shot out a sharp water arrow, which instantly pierced the thin male cultivator's head.

puff!
The two sides were too close, and the thin male cultivator had no time to react. In the blink of an eye, his head exploded into red and white, splashing like rain. He was killed on the spot by his own ghost servant!

The fat male cultivator walking behind him was horrified and stepped forward subconsciously. The ghost servant beside him suddenly stretched out his arms, and the blue-black ghost claws suddenly grew, grabbed his body and tore it into two pieces.

Colorful viscera mixed with blood fell all over the ground, and a strong fishy smell suddenly surged out of the corridor.

In the blink of an eye, the fat male cultivator was no longer alive.

Fei Yuanhui sensed something was wrong, his face changed, and he immediately reacted and quickly dodged to the side.

The next moment, a heavy stick almost passed by his chest.

brush!
Fei Yuanhui only felt a pain and a chill in his chest, and his clothes turned into pieces and flew away. A red mark was swept on his chest by the strong wind, and the bruises and purple colors spread rapidly.

Fortunately, he dodged in time and the injury was not serious.

He looked up and saw the fat ghost servant he had summoned to lead the charge, holding a long stick and staring at him with violence.

Fei Yuanhui hurriedly activated his magic, trying to control the ghost servant again, but after repeatedly making hand gestures, he found that the ghost servant had no reaction. His magic had become ineffective without him knowing when!

Roar!
The ghost servant holding the stick let out a low roar, suddenly jumped high, raised his arms high, and pounced towards Fei Yuanhui again with the long stick like a dragon.

At the same time, the corpse puppet beside the female cultivator was not affected at all. It still followed its master's steps closely and protected her at all times.

However, the two fourth-level Qi training cultivators who were traveling with her were killed, and their ghost servants immediately attacked her. The female cultivator's face suddenly changed, and she hurriedly controlled the corpse puppet to drag the water ghost servant away, while she faced the other bare-chested ghost servant.

Ping Pong Pong...

A fierce battle immediately broke out in the dim and narrow corridor. Yin energy surged, corpse qi churned, and the temperature dropped further. All kinds of movements and sounds mixed together and echoed throughout the surroundings.

The monk wearing a conical hat gathered his sleeves and stood by, watching the fun calmly, with no intention of going up to help.

Zheng Que was also standing quietly there, and his Nian Nu was still looking around, not knowing whether he was looking for Qingli or observing the surroundings.

"You two, come and help!"

At this time, Fei Yuanhui was desperately throwing colorful talismans at his ghost servant while urging anxiously.

This ghost servant of his has reached the fifth level of [Tongue-Pulling Prison], which is not much different from his own strength.

But now he didn't know what happened. Not only did he lose control of himself, but his strength also increased greatly. With his current level of cultivation, he was actually somewhat no match for him!

Hearing this, Zheng Que spoke calmly, "There was something strange about the cold wind just now. It should be able to sever the connection between the ghost servant and the master."

"Now that the dark wind has passed, you can release the second ghost servant to fight the enemy."

"As long as it is not blown by the cold wind just now, the ghost servant will not attack the master."

Hearing this, Fei Yuanhui immediately slapped his soul-raising bag and was about to release all his remaining ghost servants, but at this moment...

"Fellow Taoist, this is wrong!"

The monk wearing a bamboo hat suddenly said seriously, "Fellow Daoist's ghost servant was not affected, was he?"

"It's obvious that the ghost servant's loss of control has nothing to do with the gloomy wind just now. It must be a problem from other aspects."

"Fellow Daoist Fei, please hold on for a while longer. I will observe carefully, summarize carefully, and help you analyze it well. lest if the remaining ghost servants of Fellow Daoist Fei are summoned, they immediately turn against you. Wouldn't that backfire?"

After saying this, he stood with his sleeves folded and continued to watch the show from the side.

Fei Yuanhui was about to summon the remaining ghost servants, but when he heard the words of the monk in the bamboo hat, he did not dare to open the soul-nourishing bag. However, in this moment of distraction, the ghost servant holding a stick immediately rushed forward and hit him on the head with the stick.

puff!
Fei Yuanhui hurriedly dodged backwards, only to feel a pain on his face. The tip of the stick had already left a bloody mark. Blood splattered, and his cheekbone was burning with pain. He didn't know what was wrong with his bones, and half of his cheek was numb. For a moment, he couldn't even say the words to continue asking them for help. He had to continue to deal with the pursuit of the ghost servant with the stick in a panic.

Looking at this scene, Zheng Que frowned slightly, knowing clearly in his heart that this monk wearing a conical hat was just causing trouble!

This kind of person is very dangerous!
Next, be careful with the other party...

Thinking of this, he immediately shouted to Nian Nu beside him: "Nian Nu!"

Nian Nu suddenly came to her senses, stopped looking around, turned to look at Zheng Que, and asked, "Sir, do you want me to come over and help?"

Zheng Que shook his head slightly, pointed at the two bodies lying on the ground in the corridor, and said, "Help me pick up the storage bags and soul-nourishing bags of those two monks."

(End of this chapter)