This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling quietly hid in the crowd, observing the man representing the "Crescent Pavilion" with cold eyes.

The man was about forty years old, with a white turban on his head, bare-chested, dark skin and thick fingers. The wrinkles on his face could not be concealed. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a farmer.

An Ling narrowed her eyes and stared at the hands - the hands were very short and thick, with extremely short fingernails, and there was some dirt on the wrinkled fingers. These were definitely not the hands of a craftsman!

This is not to say that a craftsman's hands must be white or soft and boneless. On the contrary, take Shi Tongming, whom An Ling had just met, for example. His hands are very broad overall, his palms are thick and strong, but his fingers are very slender. Shi Tongming has been carving stones for many years, and his hands must be very strong, which means that his hands cannot be that thin and weak. At the same time, the carving craft also requires "delicateness", that is, the flexibility and skill between the fingers. Therefore, when craftsmen select apprentices, they usually observe the child's fingers first to see if they meet the requirements for fine carving, and give priority to long fingers - just like selecting a thief apprentice. The hands of the owner of the Crescent Pavilion are outshined by Shi Tongming's long and flexible hands in terms of talent.

But at the same time, there is another detail that Shi Tongming has, but the owner of Xinyue Pavilion does not have:

That's the scar!

How is it possible that you, a craftsman who has been carving stones for years, don’t have even a single scratch on your hands from the tools?

Unless this person is not a craftsman at all and can't carve a stone statue at all!

He was pushed forward simply because the so-called "New Moon Immortal" needed a spokesperson in Liyang City so that His "divine will" could be conveyed.

An Ling lowered the brim of her hat and left the crowd. At the same time, she found her way to the back alley of Crescent Pavilion, cast an "invisibility spell" on herself, and secretly climbed in through the window.

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As soon as she entered the Crescent Moon Pavilion, An Ling smelled a strange odor. She frowned, carefully avoided the apprentices who were carrying buckets of black, unknown sticky substances back and forth in the pavilion, and squatted on the beam.

She closed her eyes slightly, and then suddenly opened them!

The fluid-like black mist overflowed from her eyes, slowly flowed down her cheeks, and stopped after covering her face.

This is the method of using the mind's eye that An Ling figured out during the chase, or in other words, the method of using the "black fog".

When the Black Mist Grandmaster passed on his abilities to An Ling, he not only passed on that strange vision, or the mind's eye, but he also seemed to have passed on to her the method of transforming himself into black mist. However, An Ling had no experience of lingering on the brink of life and death at that time, so she did not understand the good intentions of the Black Mist Grandmaster. It was not until she was hunted down by the Futian Army that she finally succeeded in comprehending the true meaning of transforming herself into black mist at the moment she was about to meet the King of Hell.

The power of this black fog was first revealed during the fight with the immortal disciples who stayed behind in the Shiwan Mountains.

Not only can it serve as an external shield for a long time, but it can also hide one's own breath. If it weren't for it, An Ling would probably still be hunted down by the Futian Army.

An Ling touched her new mask and chuckled. To hide her aura and identity, she didn't need to be wrapped in black fog. She only needed to cover her "aura". The aura of humans usually existed in the head.

It was not convenient for her to sneak in if her whole body turned into black mist. The target was too big and she couldn't be invisible, so she just covered her face.

She observed the barrels of strange liquid with her mind, and for a moment, she couldn't tell what it was!

It couldn't be called blood, but it wasn't. There was no bloody smell at all. To call it the secretion of a monster didn't seem quite right either. In the eyes of the mind, it was just a black lump. There was no breath flowing, and there was nothing special about it. It was as if it was just a lump of unknown stuff.

This was the first time that An Ling's mind failed. This time she was really curious. What was hidden in the Crescent Pavilion?

She landed lightly without any sound or movement. She casually followed an apprentice who was carrying a bucket full of black liquid. After going through a series of paper-like review procedures, she finally sneaked into the secret room underground. As soon as she got down to the room, she could only stand against the wall.

Why do you have to stand against the wall?

Because there are so many things here. In the room of only a few dozen square meters, there are countless stone statues that look very old. The head of the land god is half gone, only one-third of the Buddha is left, and an unknown little god with three peaches on his head is cracked all over... Countless statues carrying ancient incense are wrapped in red ribbons and piled up in this small room, surrounding the stone at the highest point.

Stone?

An Ling vaguely felt that this stone had some connection with the Crescent Moon Immortal statue outside the door, so she observed the stone carefully. What she saw was extraordinary. The stone was constantly absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy, as if it had become a spirit!

And the most important thing is that some golden gas is being drawn out from this pile of statues and poured into the stone!

"Could it be that they want to artificially create a god? Is this stone the true body of the Crescent Moon Immortal? But that doesn't make sense. It doesn't have its own consciousness yet, so how could it induce the world to help it build a golden body?"

While An Ling was still analyzing the origin of the stone, the apprentice she followed stepped over the top of the statues and poured a bucket full of black liquid onto the stone!

"Don't!" An Ling watched in her heart as the stone, which was originally full of pure energy, had its divine light dimmed by the bucket of stuff. The stone struggled to "breathe" a few times, but there was no possibility of escape, so it could only slowly sink into silence.

Although she felt reluctant, she was a person who wanted to accomplish great things and must not alert the enemy. She quickly left Crescent Pavilion and returned to the Shi family shop.

As soon as she entered the door, An Ling recognized the extremely faint demonic aura!

Sure enough, the stone came from Shi Tongming!

Shi Tongming was lying on his back on the ground, foaming at the mouth. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. His whole body was gray and his lips were purple. He looked like a dead person who was breathing out more than breathing in!

An Ling quickly helped the man up. A stream of pure spiritual energy entered Shi Tongming's body from his back and circulated in his body under the guidance of An Ling. His face turned from gray to red, and suddenly he opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of black blood!

He fell to the side weakly, and An Ling gently lifted him up with the wind and moved him to the couch next to him.

Shi Tongming woke up and saw a strange man with a face full of black mist standing at the head of his bed. He was startled and thought for a moment, but could only smile bitterly and said, "Master Hei Wuchang, you finally came to take me away."

An Ling found it amusing. How could this person mistake her for the Black Impermanence? Oh, it turned out to be the black mist on her face.

She was not in a hurry to reveal her identity, but continued to ask according to Shi Tongming's words: "Oh? Everyone in the world wants to live a hundred years, why are you in a hurry to see me?"

Shi Tongming said in agony: "I am ashamed of my ancestors and the word craftsman. Shi Tongming, I don't want to live in this world anymore! Please take me away! So that I can wash away my sins in the oil pan hell below."

An Ling asked: "What crime have you committed?"

"I...I..." When talking about the reason why he felt guilty towards his ancestors, Shi Tongming finally couldn't hold it back anymore. Tears as big as beans fell down in an instant, making An Ling feel awkward. He sobbed and said, "I lost our ancestors...!"

An Ling pretended to take out a storybook from her pocket and began to read it. After a moment, she shook her head and said, "Your ancestors have already reincarnated countless times."

"No, it's not that ancestor..." Shi Tongming explained hurriedly, "Yes, it's our Stone Ancestor!"

"How funny! Could it be that your Shi family really popped out from between the rocks?" An Ling said.

"That's not the case. It's just that... the reason why our Shi family has been able to pass down the art of stonemasonry for a hundred years is thanks to our stone ancestor. It's a magical stone that can make craftsmen more spiritual when carving."

"Then why do you say it was lost? Did you make a bet with someone?"

Shi Tongming held his head in pain, shaking his head and saying, "It's all my fault that I didn't learn the skills well enough and lost to that guy from Xinyue Pavilion! As a bet, he rushed in with his men and took my stone ancestor away!"

"Since our ancestors left, my shop's business has plummeted. I can no longer carve. I can only watch helplessly as the Shi family's century-old foundation is ruined in my hands!"

An Ling finally understood, she nodded, it was almost time to let him "come back to life".

But she never expected that Shi Tongming would cry out to her loudly, "Please take me away! I don't want to live anymore! Please take me away!"

An Ling just smiled and said, "I just looked through the Book of Life and Death and found that you are not destined to die. Go back and remember to thank the person who saved you!"

After saying that, An Ling knocked Shi Tongming unconscious with a snap of her fingers, then took off the black fog mask, sat aside again, and waited for Shi Tongming to wake up.