Zhuo Bufan carried the old man back to the mass grave.
The mass grave was littered with corpses. Originally, it was just a pit to dump corpses. However, as more and more corpses were thrown out, the pit was filled and turned into a hill.
The air was full of the stench of rotting corpses. Only scavengers like crows would like such a damned place.
Zhuo Bufan didn't understand why the old man wanted to come here, but he followed the old man's request and put him on the ground.
"Wonderful, wonderful. There are thousands of corpses here. As long as I absorb their death energy, my injuries will get better. "
"Damned Flame Demon. Once this seat recovers, I will definitely destroy your Flame Demon Island."
The old man shouted excitedly when he saw the corpses that were as crowded as a hill.
Then he looked at Zhuo Bufan and said to Zhuo Bufan, "Boy, protect me. If you help me get through this calamity, I will take you as my disciple and teach you unparalleled demonic skills! "
When Zhuo Bufan heard this, he nodded firmly and said, "Old man, don't worry. I will definitely not let anyone disturb your practice."
After the old man heard this, he sat cross-legged on the ground. Then he took a deep breath and circulated his spirit energy.
Zhuo Bufan stood to the side and quietly looked at the old man. He didn't know what kind of evil martial arts this old man practiced.
The old man opened his mouth slightly, and a silver bead slowly flew out from his mouth.
After the silver bead flew out of his body, it floated in front of the old man.
Then the old man's hands circled the silver bead and began to circulate his spirit energy.
As the silver bead slowly rotated, Zhuo Bufan clearly saw that with the silver bead as the center, a small vortex was created.
The vortex spun and from the corpses around, wisps of silver-gray Qi began to float and gather towards the silver bead.
Gradually, the vortex became bigger and bigger, and the Qi emitted from the corpses around it became thicker and thicker.
In the end, the entire mass grave formed a huge silver vortex, gathering like a storm.
Zhuo Bufan looked at everything in front of him in astonishment. Was this really cultivation?
Zhuo Bufan finally believed that he had come to an extraordinary place. The people here all possessed great power that could penetrate the heavens and the earth.
After a while, the silver-gray Death Qi began to be slowly absorbed by the old man's silver bead. Even the last trace of it was completely devoured.
Looking at the entire mass grave, all the corpses had turned into eerie white bones. When the wind blew, they turned into white ashes.
As for the silver pearl, it shone brilliantly. Vaguely, there was a trace of golden light swimming within it.
"Wonderful, wonderful. I didn't expect that my Silver Core would actually show signs of transforming into a Golden Core," the old man cried out excitedly.
Then, he opened his mouth and swallowed the silver pill like a hungry wolf.
After the silver pill entered his body, the old man's entire body suddenly began to tremble. Waves of Qi were released from the tens of thousands of pores on his skin, causing his clothes to flutter and make a fierce sound.
His entire body slowly floated up. Under the moonlight, it felt as if there was a circle of silver light around his entire body.
At that moment, the despicable old man actually became incomparably sacred. If it were a mortal, they would have thought that he was some kind of deity who had descended to the mortal world and would have bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to him.
However, Zhuo Bufan knew that this old man was not a good person.
"Let's save first!"
Zhuo Bufan had lived to this moment with great difficulty. He decided that it was time to save a file in this place.
Thus, he called out the three archiving doors. This was the name he gave to the three stone doors.
"Overwrite the archive of the second door."
"Save!"
Zhuo Bufan chanted the word 'save' in his heart. In the next second, on the second door, the originally written 'Winding Path' became 'Mass Graves Two'.
The archive of the 'Winding Path' of the second door was no longer useful, so Zhuo Bufan overwrote the archive of that door.
As for the first archive of 'Mass Graves Two', Zhuo Bufan felt that it should be useful to keep it, so he decided to keep it.
After saving the archive, Zhuo Bufan looked at the old man again. The brilliance on his body had slowly dimmed, and his whole body was slowly falling from the sky.
Unknowingly, a large group of crows had gathered around the mass graves. When the crows saw that the old man had recovered, they actually began to caw excitedly.
Flocks of crows flew to the old man's side and danced excitedly towards him.
"Phew! This way, my injuries have stabilized, and my life is no longer in danger. "
The old man slowly exhaled, then opened his eyes and looked at Zhuo Bufan, who was not far away.
"Kid, come over here."
Hearing this, Zhuo Bufan walked towards the old man. The crows all over the ground opened up a path for him.
"Kid, your temperament is not bad. What's your name?" The old man asked.
After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan bowed and replied, "This one is Zhuo Bufan."
"Zhuo Bufan? Zhuo Er Bufan, that's a good name. "
"Very well, I will keep my promise and accept you as my disciple. From now on, you are the disciple of I, Crow Taoist. "
The old man called himself Crow Taoist, which was very appropriate. The crows liked him very much.
However, after hearing this, Zhuo Bufan was stunned. "Accept me as your disciple?"
In his heart, Zhuo Bufan refused. He felt like he had recognized a thief as his father. After all, he knew the character of this old man.
"What, you don't want to?"
When Crow Taoist saw that Zhuo Bufan was actually hesitating, his tone grew louder as he roared in anger.
"In this world, it is unknown how many people want to become my disciple and learn the spirit arts of my Death Devil Island. You actually dare to hesitate?"
"If it wasn't for the fact that you saved me, I would have killed you with a single palm strike just based on your hesitation earlier."
When Zhuo Bufan heard this, he didn't think too much. Facing this old man who wanted to kill people at the slightest provocation, he hurriedly knelt down and acknowledged him as his master.
Since he acknowledged a thief as his master, so be it. Right now, the most important thing was to survive.
"F * ck, seems like I really have to acknowledge a thief as my master. Also, this fellow's mood changes so quickly. Being close to a master is like being close to a tiger. Damn it, this choice isn't good either."
Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt some regret. He had chosen to save this old man. This old man's mood changes so quickly. Zhuo Bufan had a feeling that he would die in his hands one day.
"Hahahaha, excellent, excellent! Little brat, since you are my disciple, I will not allow you to sully the reputation of my Death Devil Island. Now, I will impart to you half of the Faceless Death Scripture. If you are able to comprehend it fully, it will benefit you for the rest of your life. "
As the Crow Daoist finished speaking, he suddenly extended two of his fingers. A silver light twirled around his fingertips.
After which, he tapped on Zhuo Bufan's forehead. In an instant, a mysterious memory entered Zhuo Bufan's mind.
"Faceless Death Scripture?"
This memory was the cultivation method of the Faceless Death Scripture. It explained how one had to cultivate the Faceless Death Body!
That's right, the Faceless Death Scripture was a cultivation technique that cultivated one's physique.
"Little brat, eat this. It can help you in your cultivation."
As the Crow Daoist finished speaking, he took out a black pill from somewhere.
That pill emitted waves of death qi, causing Zhuo Bufan to have a bad feeling.
Zhuo Bufan's intuition told him that this pill was not simple.
He nervously took the pill from the old man's hand and held it between his thumb and index finger, hesitating.
"Eat it!" The Crow Daoist saw Zhuo Bufan's hesitation and became angry.
"Do you not believe in your master? Your master will not harm you. "
The Crow Daoist was so angry that it seemed as though he would explode at any moment.
"I don't care. If I die, then I die! Anyway, I still have a save file. If I die, I can try again. "
In the end, Zhuo Bufan had no choice but to swallow the black pill under the threat of the Crow Daoist.
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