The reason he was called strange was naturally because this person was different from normal people in many aspects.
This person was very short. From the outside, Nanke was only a twelve-year-old girl, but this person was two heads shorter than Nanke.
This person was very ugly. No matter how beautiful the morning light was, when it fell on those seemingly randomly stitched ears, mouth, and nose, it became loathsome.
The person's back bulged high. It seemed to be a hunchback.
This person wore a black robe. The robe was very clean, but for some reason, there was a stench coming from it.
Seeing this skinny, short, crippled, and reeking person, the vast majority of people would feel loathing. Once they calmed down, they would perhaps feel pity and sympathy.
Chen Changsheng did not.
The moment he saw this person, his wariness became incomparably intense.
It was just like the feeling he had when he saw Zhou Tong under the crabapple tree in the alley of the Northern Military Department.
He felt like he saw the ultimate, unreasonable, unpersuasive, and undilutable evil.
This person's evil was slightly different from Zhou Tong's evil, more sinister and filthy.
"Who are you?" Chen Changsheng asked the freak.
The man's ugly face revealed an uneasy expression.
Because the morning light was too bright, and he had forgotten to use his hat to cover his face.
He had been seen by someone, which made him feel inferior once more. Thus, he once more felt the desire to destroy the world.
When he thought of destroying the world, the freak felt much calmer, so he began to laugh.
This freak's smile was also very strange. When he laughed, the corners of his mouth would completely open, revealing those messy, sharp, and bestial teeth. It was a very terrifying sight.
"Since I can't kill you stealthily, I can only try to kill you on the spot."
This person's voice was also very unpleasant to listen to, like two broken pieces of porcelain rubbing against each other. It was extremely grating.
After saying this, he extended his hands and made a gesture at Chen Changsheng.
In the bright morning light, one could clearly see that his hands were covered in hair and scales, a rather disgusting sight.
But Chen Changsheng's attention was not on this, but on the gesture his hands had made.
In reality, he had never seen such a gesture, but he was well-read in the Daoist Canon and had once seen a similar scene in a very ancient Daoist scripture.
This was the most orthodox of the Daoist Sect's hand seals, an ancient technique that had long since been lost to the Orthodoxy.
Whether it was the Li Palace or Holy Maiden Peak, there was no longer any legacy of this technique.
This person exuded a calm and peaceful aura that could even be described as sacred and solemn.
However, there was a faint black aura gathering between his hands. Within it, there was lightning forming, and there was an even more filthy and sinister aura.
To use the most orthodox and ancient divine arts of the Orthodoxy, but to use the most sinister methods, just what sort of monster was this?
Chen Chang Sheng's pupils shrank. His right hand gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Seeing that this sudden battle was about to begin, no one expected that a new change would occur.
The hunchbacked man suddenly looked up and said exasperatedly, "Why do you have so many helpers!"
After saying this, his figure suddenly became illusory, and he was about to retreat out of the window.
How could it be so easy to escape from Chen Changsheng and Nanke's eyes?
Countless sword intents were faintly discernible around the kitchen, sealing off all the exits.
In a streak of clear light, Nanke disappeared.
Chen Changsheng was not worried that the freak would be able to escape. In such a short distance, there were not many people who could be faster than Nanke, even if her two wings had mysteriously vanished. However … what happened next completely surpassed his imagination.
At the same time that Nanke disappeared, the freak also disappeared.
Countless gusts of wind whistled through the air, bringing with them countless wisps of steam rising from the pot. The morning light spilling through the window incessantly flickered.
It was very obvious that the two of them were moving at high speeds through the room at a speed that the naked eye could not follow.
Even with Nanke's lightning-fast speed, she was actually unable to catch the freak in a short amount of time.
The wariness in Chen Changsheng's heart intensified, and the right hand that gripped the hilt of his sword slightly tightened.
With several scrapes, several extremely clear sword slashes appeared on the beams of the room. Several swords pierced through the morning light and pierced towards a certain place.
A roar filled with pain and anger resounded through the air.
The freak was forced to reveal himself. A sword wound had appeared on his right shoulder, and a foul stench of blood slowly seeped out.
Several dark green lights pierced through the air, grabbing at the freak's throat. They were Nanke's fingers.
Rip! The freak's clothes were suddenly torn to shreds.
Two gray shadows appeared behind him, moving his body with unimaginable speed to the other side, avoiding Nanke's attack.
As it turned out, he was not a hunchback at all. The bulge on his back was actually a pair of wings!
There were no feathers on those wings, and they looked more like gray balls of meat. They were rather disgusting, but they moved extremely quickly.
The gray shadows moved wildly, bringing with them a foul stench of wind. The freak directly smashed through the stove. Rumble!
Under the flurry of swords, the stove instantly disappeared, but there was no trace of the freak.
Chen Changsheng and Nanke stood next to the ruins of the stove, looking at the black hole in the ground in silence.
Nanke withdrew her spiritual sense and said, "It leads underground, and it's filled with filth. I don't know how he was able to pass through."
Seeing this scene and hearing Nanke's words, Chen Changsheng fell into deep thought.
Or was it that extremely ancient Daoist scripture that had once described a similar scene?
That was a story from an extremely long time ago.
Tens of thousands of years ago, a Pope, in order to pursue the realm of grand freedom, had once comprehended an extremely sinister cultivation method. It was to separate one's worldly thoughts from one's desires, creating a corresponding self outside of one's main soul. Through observing one's own body, one could comprehend the truths of the world, and then sever it with one strike of the sword, achieving true peace.
That Pope had made extremely ample preparations, but he had not expected that the evil soul would be even more sinister and terrifying than he had anticipated. It could borrow the turbid Qi of the world to grow at an unimaginable speed. In the end, when he wanted to sever the thought, he had not been able to completely succeed, and even almost suffered a backlash from the evil soul. He had no other choice. At the final moment before his soul was completely polluted, he could only borrow the wills of the Twelve Sages from the Great Hall of Light to forcefully exterminate himself and the evil soul.
Just like that, that Pope of vast knowledge and incomparably profound cultivation died.
This Daoist technique known as Corpse Severing naturally became a forbidden technique of the Orthodoxy, gradually vanishing into the long river of history.
Who could have expected that this Daoist technique would reappear before his eyes today?
Before that Pope left, he had said to the archbishops of the Li Palace that if the Corpse Severing was not successful, the Yellow Springs would appear.
Could this monster be the Yellow Springs?
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(At eight o 'clock in the evening, there's another chapter … Yes, after half a year, there are finally two chapters, even though there aren't many words. Shake hands. I wish everyone a happy weekend.)
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