In the abandoned Myriad Willow Garden, countless auras appeared among the tombs.
This Qi was very faint, but it carried a bone-piercing chill. It was different from the Qi of the demon experts, different from the Black Frost Dragons, seeming even more sinister and foul.
Buried in this tomb were generations of experts of the Zhu clan, the vast majority of them at the upper level of Star Condensation. Although Zhu Luo and the other two experts of the Divine Domain were only cenotaphs, there were still fragments of their souls. As for that sinister and filthy feeling, it came from the corpse poison on the rotting bones.
The starlight seemed to dim at this moment.
The aura gradually gathered towards the hunchbacked dwarf and was drawn into a jade bottle in front of him by the divine power he released.
Not even the Li Palace had any relevant records of using the most orthodox of divine techniques to collect the filthiest Yin Shattering Corpse Poison. This was because this method was far too ancient. Only a few places could preserve its inheritance, such as some sects of the southern faction of the Orthodoxy, Holy Maiden Peak, or the Longevity Sect …
And if an important member of the Tang clan were present, they might be able to recognize that the Imperial Design array in the capital was very similar to this array.
With the passage of time, the Yin energy in the tomb became fainter and fainter, all of it entering the small jade bottle.
The hunchbacked dwarf opened his eyes and looked at the small jade bottle in front of him. His eyes were filled with greed and excitement.
He carefully brought the small jade bottle to his nose and sniffed it. There was clearly no smell, but his face revealed an intoxicated expression.
The small jade bottle was half filled with liquid. It was clear and transparent like water, but it was relatively viscous, more like some kind of honeydew.
The fish sauce and rosin were the dew of death, and so was the liquid in the bottle. This was the Dew of the Yellow Springs.
The night deepened and the starlight brightened once more. The graveyard outside the Myriad Willows Garden had returned to its original appearance. No one could see that this place had ever been dug up, and no one knew that the Departed Soul Corpse Poison of the past powerhouses of the Zhu Family had already been collected away by some inconceivable method.
The hunchbacked dwarf returned to the inn named Willow Lodge.
He was already very short, and with his body hunched and head lowered, as well as the black curtained hat covering his head, it was impossible to see his face.
After leaving the mountain gate, he had been living and walking in the deep mountains and wild forests. He rarely met people because he felt inferior.
It was only after he had learned to dress like this that he felt somewhat satisfied.
This was what he had learned from the great figure of the Demon Race that night on the snowy plains.
He walked into the kitchen from the side door of the inn and squatted outside the window like a dog, looking at the sky above the courtyard wall, waiting for the arrival of the morning light.
The sound of chopping onions and the chef's reprimand came from behind the window, which was then covered by the fog.
He got up and walked into the kitchen. Looking at the label on the food box, he found his target. He took out a small jade bottle and dripped a few drops onto the plate.
Today, Liu Su's breakfast was Hanqiu City's famous jade tofu. When the liquid from the jade bottle dripped onto the tofu, it looked like honey and was very appetizing.
The food boxes were quickly taken out of the kitchen and sent to the corresponding guest rooms according to the labels so that the guests could wake up in a good mood.
The hunchbacked thin man squatted back outside the window and looked at the increasingly bright morning light. He thought about what would happen later. His eyes gradually narrowed and he was in a good mood.
However, nothing happened.
The morning sun had already leaped over the horizon and even crossed the low wall in front of him, but the inn was still very quiet. He could hear the sounds of washing and talking, and he could even hear the clinking of the money in the waiter's pocket, but he did not hear the two people's hearts stop beating.
The warm red light of the morning sun shone on his ugly face, and his rusty eyes seemed to shrink to the size of a grain of rice.
He walked back to the kitchen and saw the food box in the waiter's hands. He confirmed that the jade tofu on the plate had been completely eaten.
He very slowly tilted his head, very confused. He sniffed the plate that only had some juice left, confirming that there was no smell.
For some reason, the waiter seemed to be completely unable to see him. It was a very strange sight.
He muttered to himself, "Not dead? How is that possible? "
The waiter suddenly heard a voice come from the air beside him. Startled, he almost cried out.
The reason he did not cry out was that a hand covered in black hair and scales had suddenly reached out of the air and grabbed him by the throat.
The hunchbacked dwarf appeared and expressionlessly gazed at the waiter, his eyes devoid of any human emotion.
The waiter had never seen such an ugly, disgusting thing. He struggled in fear, but he was unable to escape.
The hunchbacked dwarf thought for a moment, then carefully took out a drop of liquid from the small jade bottle and dripped it onto the waiter's face.
In an instant, the waiter's body stiffened, and he could no longer struggle. A black spot appeared on his face and then quickly spread to the rest of his body.
In an extremely short amount of time, a living person had become a lifeless, pitch-black statue. Just like that, he died.
The hunchbacked dwarf observed the waiter's transformation and thought to himself, there's no problem. His facial features were all gathered together, and he seemed especially distressed.
A chilly morning breeze blew in from the window, dispersing the remaining mist in the kitchen and simultaneously dispersing the waiter's corpse into countless strands of black smoke.
Facing the light of the morning sun, the black smoke quickly became transparent, no longer visible.
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Nanke had already finished packing her luggage.
Chen Changsheng stood by the window, looking at Hanqiu City under the morning sun. He finally felt that this city had gained some vitality.
But in the next moment, he felt a strand of vitality seep away.
He did not know where this feeling had come from, or why he had suddenly felt it.
Countless creatures lived in the world. At every moment, there were lives being born, and there were also lives passing away.
The fact that he could feel it meant that the loss of vitality was related to him.
He drew back his gaze and looked at Nanke.
Just at this moment, Nanke also raised her head. Their gazes met in the air, and they saw the wariness in each other's hearts.
Nanke's gaze moved once more, ultimately resting on a certain spot on the floorboard in front of them.
Passing through the floorboard would lead them downstairs, to a room to the right.
With a thought from Chen Changsheng, countless sword glows appeared in the room.
The countless rays of morning light coming in from outside the window instantly lost their color, their luster dimming.
Countless sword intents descended with extreme sharpness. In just an instant, the floorboard had noiselessly disappeared, turning into dust dancing in the morning light.
Chen Changsheng and Nanke landed on the ground.
Just as their feet touched the ground, the stone wall in front of them began to dissolve, turning into the finest powder that scattered in all directions.
The stone wall disappeared, revealing the scene behind it.
There were still chopped onions on the chopping board, and the iron pot beneath the steamer was still steaming.
It was clear that this was a kitchen.
A strange person stood in the middle of the kitchen.
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