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Chapter 43 36° Mouth, -53° Words
Tang Hao was stunned when he saw this: "This..."

"Sister Yumian hates the Blood Cult so much. Countless Blood Cultists have died at her hands over the years. If what you have heard is true, she will reward you." Mei Zhen winked at him and said.

The previous guesses flashed through his mind, and Tang Hao couldn't help but look at the two of them strangely. Could the last link in the triangle relationship be true?

He coughed lightly, gathering his chaotic thoughts, and said hastily, "Since that's the case, I'll speak frankly. However, this is a long story..."

"When I first entered the sect, I almost couldn't make it through the first level. At that time..." Tang Hao thought about it and simply started from the beginning.

When the two girls heard this, strange expressions flashed across their faces.

Tang Hao, who had been paying attention to the expressions of the two, was a little surprised. It was easy to tell that Mei Zhen's expression of pity was obvious. He could naturally understand why she loved everyone.

But, Yan Yumian, how should I put it, is a bit weird.

It was as if he didn't expect him to be so terrible. And, if his expression was a little more exaggerated, it would be an emoticon of an old man looking at his phone on the subway.

This caused Tang Hao's voice to go out of tune for a moment, and it took him a long time to calm down.

Because, from the perspective of an ordinary chores disciple, the erosion of Qi and blood, [Blood Sand Crystal], these are not normal things. The later [Blood Spirit Core], because of the lack of information in it, is unlikely to produce any association.

Tang Hao put himself into the role. He had practiced these words countless times during the more than ten days of waiting for news from Mei Zhen. After eliminating the information obtained by the plug-in, there was no problem in the consistency of his words.

When Mei Zhen saw that he actually mentioned the matter of blood and qi erosion at the beginning, she thought that it was a blood cultivator who was secretly manipulating it. She immediately felt that what he said next must be a misunderstanding. An almost invisible smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

Yan Yumian next to him still had a strange expression on his face, with a half-smile on his face, as if he was watching his performance.

"Just laugh, you won't be able to laugh later." Tang Hao rolled his eyes inwardly.

After recounting his observations and speculations from the first day, he changed the subject and said, "As you all know, I successfully drew Qi into my body the very night I was taught the technique."

Seeing the two women nod, he continued, "The emergence of divine consciousness has greatly enhanced my spiritual sense. Because of this, I discovered a secret."

Then, he told the story of a mysterious man who had sneaked into the room and been sucking his blood for more than a month.

Yan and Mei, who had been calm at first, suddenly frowned and said, "Blood Transformation Magic Skill!"

"So the mysterious man's technique for sucking blood without getting hurt is called the Blood Transformation Technique?" Tang Hao paused, waiting for them to digest the information.

Mei Zhen spoke first: "Just now, I saw that Junior Brother's Qi and Blood were seriously depleted. I thought it was because you were practicing the 'Blood God Immortal Body'. I was thinking of persuading you to be more restrained later, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

Her tone was full of anger and pity, and her eyes were slightly red as she spoke.

Gently patting the back of Mei Zhen's hand, Yan Yumian said in a frosty voice, "The other party must have thought you were still mortal, and because of their carelessness, they revealed their true colors. However, you actually managed to endure this until this point. Why didn't you find someone to handle this matter earlier? Instead, you're planning to go to Elder Mei now."

After hearing the first part, Tang Hao thought that it was consistent with his guess, but he was a little confused by the following words.

I couldn't help but look at her with confusion, and I really wanted to ask her directly what she was thinking: "What else can I do if I can't bear it? I need someone to back me up if I want to find someone to handle it, right?"

Did Yan Yumian think he could just find someone to make decisions for him? Tang Hao was speechless, thinking to himself, "He really is a genius. He doesn't know the suffering of the lower-class disciples. He is simply the immortal version of the "Why don't you eat meat porridge?"

Unexpectedly, when Yan Yumian saw Tang Hao looking at her like this, she was speechless in her heart: "This is the first time I have seen someone pretending to be a grandson to this extent. I don't know whether you are too afraid of death or too bold."

So, she couldn't help but said, "Then why don't you continue to endure it?"

Tang Hao looked aggrieved and bitter. Doesn't this sister hate the Blood Cult? Then how did you say such words at a temperature of minus fifty-three degrees with a mouth that was only thirty-six degrees?

Mei Zhen patted Yan Yumian with some dissatisfaction, "Junior brother, you have been forbearing all this time, why are you so determined to ask for help now?"

Look! My sister Mei is the one who can talk.

But Tang Hao did not dare to provoke Yan Yumian, because he was a great cultivator in the late Jindan stage.

She had to answer honestly, "Isn't this a real battle in the Immortal City? I felt that with my third-level Qi Refining cultivation, plus the special effect of the [Cleaning Technique], I should be able to defeat the opponent unless his cultivation is ridiculously high. But... "The two women looked at each other and were speechless.

Before he could finish, Yan Yumian spoke again, "Reckless! Have you ever considered that the other party has been lurking for a long time, and how many blood puppets are hidden in the Red Iron Courtyard?"

"If the secret technique of the blood puppet is not activated, it will be no different from an ordinary person. Only after it is activated for the first time will it turn into a bloodthirsty and crazy monster." Mei Zhen explained.

"Ahem!" Tang Hao was a little embarrassed and quickly picked up the teacup and took a sip to cover it up.

"Maybe it's just a lack of common sense," he said embarrassedly. "I've noticed other anomalies before, but I ignored them. It wasn't until I was about to take action that day and my spiritual sense gave me a warning that I thought of this possibility."

It is reasonable to attribute the warning of [Black Turtle Concentration Technique] to spiritual perception. Just like some people have a strong sixth sense, there are also cultivators with strong sense of crisis.

But unexpectedly, after hearing Tang Hao's self-defensive explanation, the two women's expressions changed drastically. After looking at each other, they said in unison: "Cognitive miasma!"

"What cognitive miasma?" Tang Hao's eyes widened. He knew about cognitive defects, but it was obvious that this was not what they meant.

"Cognitive miasma is also a method in the 'Blood Transformation Demonic Art', but it is not something that low-level cultivators can control. At least it requires..." Mei Zhen took a deep breath and said, "A Jindan cultivator!"

After explaining, she looked at Tang Hao and said, "Junior brother, can you give me a drop of blood?"

Tang Hao had no objection. He squeezed a drop of blood from his fingertips and flicked it slightly. The drop of blood flew out and floated in the air in front of Mei Zhen.

Seeing this scene, Yan Yumian looked at him deeply.

Mei Zhen couldn't help but praise him, "Junior brother, you are truly gifted in practicing magic. You use the [Object Control Technique] so effortlessly, you don't look like someone who has only been practicing for a month or so."

As she spoke, she lightly tapped her jade finger, and the blood immediately fell into a palm-sized incense burner in her hand. Then, several seals changed, and the incense burner lit up with a dim light.

"hiss……"

After a slight sound like burning and the buzzing of an insect, the blood turned into a light red mist, and then twisted and gathered, revealing a rune shadow.

The shadow existed for a very short time and disappeared with a "pop" sound in just an instant.

"Sure enough!" Mei Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to the two of them. "It's definitely cognitive miasma. Trouble!"

Yan Yumian nodded solemnly, "No wonder you thought of doing it yourself and didn't even think about the blood puppet. This cognitive miasma lurks deep within the blood, quietly changing the cultivator's thoughts. The caster doesn't want you to notice something, so even if you have a fleeting thought, you'll forget it later."

"Is that so?" Tang Hao was shocked. "When did I fall for this trick?"

He hurriedly thought about the blood puppet of Chitetsuin in his mind, and was shocked to find that as time went by, the relevant information and even the idea of ​​analyzing the matter were fading away silently.

"Then why do I keep thinking about blood cultivation..." He murmured, then suddenly realized and quickly fell silent. "It's because my strength exceeds that of the mysterious person. I can detect his infiltration every day. The matter of blood cultivation keeps repeating in my mind, so I thought I had not forgotten it."

"I'm curious too. Since my junior brother has been infected by the cognitive miasma, it should be almost impossible for him to spread this matter." Mei Zhen was also a little puzzled.

Yan Yumian offered an explanation: "Didn't Tang Hao just say that he has amazing intuition? He can probably spot intruders every night. This is because it keeps happening over and over again. Well, maybe it's because it's still early."

Tang Hao knew that this was probably because he was scared by Xue He before. It seemed that as long as he came into contact with the corresponding people and things, the impression in his mind would be deepened.

Yan Yumian pondered for a moment, as if there was something she still couldn't figure out.

But then she shook her head and put the matter aside for the time being: "This matter is a bit serious, I may not be able to handle it, it is better to report it to the higher-ups."

As he spoke, he took out a communication talisman and sent a message to someone unknown.

Just a moment later.

There was a spatial fluctuation in the room, and a Taoist priest with a white face and no beard stepped out of thin air.

(End of this chapter)