System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

"Ancestor, let's not talk about that now. Didn't you come down to rescue the bride who fell into the cave? The bride still has a cave god."

Zhang Hao didn't want to explain the ability to devour, so he changed the subject.

"It's all my fault for being weak. I was tricked and almost let the water spirit's consciousness take over my body, turning me into a cave girl. As for the cave god you mentioned, it was actually a wisp of the water spirit's consciousness."

Its consciousness exists in the caves throughout western Hunan. Whenever a bride passes by and is spotted by it, she will be sucked into the cave and become one with it.

"When you eliminate all the brides in the cave, the water spirit's consciousness in the cave also disappears."

"So that's how it is. No wonder I haven't seen the Cave God. It turns out it was just the consciousness of a water spirit."

"What exactly is water spirit, and why does it possess such powerful abilities?"

The fat man asked the question that had been on Zhang Hao's mind. Although he had been talking about water spirits, he didn't actually know much about them, only that they could control people's consciousness.

"Water spirits are actually the fusion of many people's consciousnesses. They can split into countless consciousnesses or merge together infinitely to strengthen themselves."

Unless there's a mountain gall bladder present, it's impossible to kill. Even if only a wisp of its consciousness escapes, it will recover after a while.

Upon hearing this, Pan Naogua made an exaggerated expression: "Holy crap, there are actually monsters like this in the world! They're much more troublesome than those rice dumplings!"

"So what if he's difficult to deal with? My uncle took care of him in no time!"

"Indeed, with such a powerful boss, no matter what kind of monster it is, it can withstand a few moves from him."

"Alright, quite a bit of time has passed. Let's go up first; we still need to find another ancestor."

……

"Ancestor, you're still alive!"

"That's great, Ancestor, you're alright."

When Zhang Hao and his group emerged from the cave with their ancestor, the people guarding the entrance gasped in surprise.

It's as if our ancestors were destined to die down there.

Zhang Hao and his group were looking for another ancestor, and after coming up, they prepared to leave.

The rescued ancestor instructed, "That person in Xijiang Miao Village is not as easy to talk to as I am. When you go there, be sure not to mention Meng Qianzi, otherwise she will make things difficult for you!"

"Thank you for the reminder, ancestor!"

Zhang Hao expressed his gratitude, and the group found their car and navigated to Xijiang Miao Village.

Xijiang Miao Village is located on the border of Hunan Province, not too far away.

Ding Yudie arrived at her destination in an hour and a half by car.

According to Meng Qianzi, the Mountain Spirit King, this ancestor is the high priest of Xijiang Miao Village. She is over 150 years old, has an eccentric personality, and has always been at odds with the Miao village. It may be difficult to gain her approval.

Xijiang Miao Village is a scenic area. After driving into the village, we drove straight into the depths of the village and only stopped at the foot of the mountain after leaving the tourist area.

There is a two-story stilted building here, with a very rustic appearance, and it has been there for who knows how many years.

As soon as Zhang Hao and his group stopped their car, a woman's voice came from inside.

"What is bound to happen will happen eventually. Don't speak. I know why you've come. It's not impossible for you to break through the mountain and take the gallbladder, as long as you can bring us the sacred flying blood of our Miao village."

Zhang Hao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young woman who looked to be in her twenties walking out from behind the stilted house.

"You must be the ancestor of Xijiang Miao Village. May I ask what the sacred medicine Flying Blood looks like, and where can it be found?"

"then!"

Our ancestors threw out a piece of leather.

Zhang Hao took it and glanced at it. It was a map with a blood-red fruit covered in scales on it.

It must be the sacred medicine Flying Blood Sword and its place of origin.

"Thank you, Ancestor. We will not stay any longer and will set off now to find Fei Xuejian."

After saying that, he turned and left with his men.

"This ancestor is quite easy to talk to, not at all like Meng Qianzi said, who described her as difficult to deal with."

The old ancestor behind them chuckled upon hearing this: "A bunch of young brats. The Flying Blood Seed's habitat is teeming with poisonous insects and miasma, and it's guarded by the Xiangxi Corpse King. It's not so easy to take it."

Zhang Hao, Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, Yi Sa, Ding Yudie, and Zhang Qilin left Xijiang Miao Village and drove directly to Pingshan in Xiangxi, the place where Fei Xuejian grows.

This is a towering mountain that reaches into the clouds, and it is named for its resemblance to a wine bottle from a distance.

The forests near Ping Mountain are full of poisonous insects and miasma, and few people usually go near them.

In addition, there is the legend of the Corpse King of Western Hunan, so no one lives within a hundred miles.

Where there are no people, there are no roads, and cars can't drive in.

Zhang Hao and his group got off the bus and started hiking when they were more than 100 miles away from Ping Mountain.

"Brother Zhang Hao, it's getting dark. Why don't we find a place to rest for the night and set off again at dawn?"

Zhang Hao glanced at the people around him; they were already showing signs of fatigue after running around all day.

"Alright, let's find a cave to rest for the night."

"Row."

The fat man responded and started leading the way, looking for a place to rest.

"Look, there's a dilapidated temple ahead. Let's go there to rest!"

Zhang Hao glanced at it and nodded, saying, "Although it's dilapidated, it'll still provide shelter from the wind and rain. Let's leave it there."

Seeing that Zhang Hao agreed, the fat man changed the direction of the path he was leading.

He kept waving his entrenching tool, clearing away the weeds and branches blocking his path.

A dozen minutes later, the six of them arrived in front of the dilapidated temple.

"Zan Guan" (攒馆).

The fat man read aloud the plaque above the dilapidated temple gate.

Is this an inn?

"It is an inn, but it's not for living people."

"Brother Zhang Hao, is there any other explanation for this?"

"Corpse driving is a common practice in western Hunan. In the past, corpse drivers would rest during the day and drive corpses at night. The 'Zanguan' was a place for them to rest."

"I see. So, do you think it might be full of zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) inside?"

Zhang Hao smiled and said, "The art of corpse driving has been lost for many years. There wouldn't be any zongzi inside."

As he spoke, Zhang Hao pushed open the door and entered.

This coffin has been uninhabited for who knows how many years. It is dilapidated inside, with many parts of the roof collapsed and the walls crumbling. It's as if a place that could provide shelter from the wind and rain is occupied by coffins.

When the fat man pushed open a door inside the treasury, a stiff corpse fell from behind the door and pounced on him. It took him a lot of effort to push it away.

When he saw the corpse's appearance, he exclaimed, "Holy crap, what is this thing? It's terrifying!"

The corpse on the ground had a pointed snout and monkey-like face, with pointed ears, and looked exactly like a rat.

Upon seeing her appearance, Zhang Hao blurted out, "Second Aunt Rat?"