Late at night, in the flower bed behind the hospital building.
Li Wuxiang, Tong Xuanzi, and Li Xiong squatted by the flower bed, looking at the indescribable creature suppressed by the talisman puppet.
Pingping was now lying on the hospital bed in a coma, but the doctor said that her life was not in danger. The wound not only stopped bleeding, but also healed quickly. She only needed to rest in bed for 10 days or half a month to recover. By the way, she asked Li Xiong curiously who treated her wound.
Annoyed by the question, Li Xiong said angrily, "Didn't I give you money? You are trembling. Look at your legs carefully."
The hospital did not dare to continue to ask.
At that time, many years had passed since the first crackdown, and there were still several years before the second crackdown. Therefore, the deterrence of gangsters was still very strong at that time, and ordinary people did not dare to provoke them. But now, if you dared to say so in the hospital, the security guards would come. If you continued to be arrogant, the police would come.
If you wanted to make trouble in the hospital, you had to change the way, such as the famous …
"It will harden after a few touches." Li Xiong moved his hand away from the disgusting creature that seemed to be flesh and blood tissue. After being touched by him, the thing became hard.
"Not only will it harden, but it will also grow longer." Li Wuxiang pulled the lump until it grew longer.
"What is it? It will harden and grow after touching?" Tong Xuanzi asked.
Li Wuxiang and Li Xiong bowed their heads at the same time.
"Where did this thing come from?" Li Xiong asked.
"It was spat out from the mouth of the obscene Taoist," Li Wuxiang explained, "He was injured by us together, and he spat this thing at us. At that time, we thought it was a hidden weapon, so we were scared and let him run away. We could have chased him, but it was risky to chase him alone. If two people chased him, your Miss Pingping would miss the rescue time. "
"Thank you," Li Xiong patted him on the shoulder, "We will be brothers in the future."
He looked at the flesh and blood tissue that could grow and harden again, "Is this thing the same as the … Oh, blood descendant you mentioned?"
Li Wuxiang and Tong Xuanzi could not answer him. The three of them squatted beside the flower bed and studied it for a long time. Fortunately, there were few patients and doctors in the middle of the night, so no one noticed this disgusting thing.
"By the way, let's try to recognize the master by blood." Li Xiong had a sudden inspiration and remembered what he had seen. No matter what it was, he just needed to recognize the master by blood.
"Blood Contract?" Li Wuxiang was stunned. "This thing isn't an Immortal Artifact, right? Even if it is, it doesn't need to be bound by blood. Physical objects don't have minds of their own, so they can't recognize their master."
Tong Xuanzi sneered to express his disdain. "Childish …"
When he just finished his words, he saw that Li Xiong had taken out a small knife, cut his finger, and squeezed out a drop of blood to fall on the flesh and blood. In an instant, the dark cyan flesh and blood seemed to be resurrected, and the ferocious and thick blood vessels protruded from the surface, like the blue veins on the forehead when a person was angry.
The red light in the blood vessels fluctuated as if they were breathing.
Li Wuxiang and Tong Xuanzi, "!!!"
Their surprise did not last long, because a more shocking phenomenon appeared. The mass of flesh and blood came to life and spoke human language. "Young people, did you wake me up?"
"Fuck!" Li Xiong screamed.
Li Wuxiang and Tong Xuanzi both retreated for a few meters. Li Wuxiang turned back and retreated with Li Xiong.
"Don't panic. I won't hurt you. But before we talk, you should answer me first. Where is the little Taoist Yu Bing?" The voice of the flesh and blood tissue was neither male nor female. The voice reminded Li Xiong of the robot movies he had seen before.
"He escaped."
"Escaped?"
"He tried to rape and kill a woman." Li Wuxiang replied and told what Taoist Yu Bing had done.
"He has fallen after all." The flesh and blood tissue sighed.
It sounded like he was familiar with the murderer. Li Xiong said in a bad tone, "What's your relationship with him?"
"The relationship between the host and the parasite." The flesh and blood tissue replied, "As for what I am, shouldn't you introduce yourself first when you ask me something else?"
"Tong Xuanzi, a disciple of the Shang Qing Sect. My master is Taoist Qing Yun."
"Li Xiong, no sect, just showing off in the mortal world." It was inappropriate for him to say he was wild. Fortunately, he graduated from junior high school and had some education.
"Li Wuxiang, the successor of the Fighting Soul."
There was a slight fluctuation in the voice of the flesh and blood tissue. "Is it the peerless Fighting Soul?"
It clearly had no facial features, but Li Wuxiang felt it was looking at him.
"Yes." Li Wuxiang nodded, with a habitual look similar to "working people are the most glorious" appearing on his face. Traveling in Jianghu, this title brought him endless convenience. When he met someone, he would say, "I am the successor of the Li family."
Countless people would come up to him with a smiling face.
There was no such creature as a brainless supporting role at all. There were only bootlickers and bootlickers, and then bootlickers.
Li Wuxiang had seen countless old men who could not wait to send their daughters to him as wives. They even did not want fame and fortune, but only wanted to have a clean relationship with him, which had nothing to do with feelings.
It was very pure, right?
It was a pity that the successor of the Li family had always been under the control of Great-grandmother.
Li Wuxiang had never touched any woman since he was a child, and he was still a shameful virgin. But unlike those virgin boys who were eager to become famous, Li Wuxiang did not desire it at all. He decided to marry a wife in the future, have a baby, and then become a nun.
Everything was to survive and live longer than the successors of the previous generations.
As long as he conserved his energy at the peak age of his body, he could successfully throw the blame of Great-grandmother to his son after 18 years.
At that time, birds could fly freely in the sky, and eels could swim freely in the sea.
"It's a little interesting. I didn't expect to meet three excellent young juniors when I woke up." The flesh and blood organization laughed strangely. "Speaking of my identity, have you heard of the Pantheon Palace?"
Li Xiong looked blank, while Tong Xuanzi and Li Wuxiang looked at each other in horror.
"The Pantheon Palace?!" The two exclaimed at the same time.
Of course, they knew about the Pantheon Palace. It had only been 60 years since the chaos of Quanzhen, and the existence of the Pantheon Palace was known by the Bloodline World. They all knew that it was a super invincible treasure, hiding the power that could make people reach the peak of the Extreme Tao. Li Wuxiang was more impressed by it, because when it came to the Unparalleled Fighting Soul, the Pantheon Palace had to be mentioned.
"I come from the Pantheon Palace, and I left the Pantheon Palace with the Evil Taoist Wang Chen sixty years ago. As for my real identity," the flesh and blood organization paused, "Ancient Demon!"
Li Xiong was still confused. He did not know anything about the Pantheon Palace or the Ancient Demon, but he noticed the changing expressions of Li Wuxiang and Tong Xuanzi. It seemed to be something very powerful.
"Impossible!"
"Bullshit!"
Tong Xuanzi and Li Wuxiang did not believe what it said. Indeed, no one could believe it. It was like walking on the road, and suddenly an old man climbed out of a stinky ditch, and the old man said, "Young woodcutter, did you drop a gold axe or a silver axe …"
Your first reaction must be, "I don't believe you, the bad old man is very bad."
"It's a long story. My identity, to be precise, is the remains left after the death of the Ancient Demon. My body died in the Pantheon Palace for countless years. Just 60 years ago, a young man came to the Pantheon Palace, and his name was Wang Chen …"
He began to tell a story.
The flesh and blood organization claimed to be the remains of the Ancient Demon. When the door of the Pantheon Palace was opened, it quietly followed the Evil Taoist Wang Chen and left the Pantheon Palace. Then it floated in the world, sleeping most of the time, and needed to be nourished by the host's essence and blood. However, it was not a simple blood-sucking bug. In return, it could help the host to sort out the meridians, so that the speed of his Qi-training was greatly increased.
"It sounds like the same nature as my Great-grandmother's dragon ball," Li Wuxiang said.
"It sounds completely bullshit," Li Xiong said.
If the two fathers could talk to their sons twenty years later, their sons would tell them with tears: It's true, it's true.
"If I'm not wrong, the dragon ball of Unparalleled Fighting Soul is also a part of the remains of the Ancient Demon," it said.
Tong Xuanzi and Li Xiong looked at the successor of Fighting Soul, Li Wuxiang, who nodded.
So, absorbing the host's essence and blood to nourish itself was the unified characteristic of the Ancient Demon?
"I have a companion who is more powerful. He can absorb the essence and Qi of others and give it back to the host. The remains of the Ancient Demon on the body of the Evil Taoist is him, "the flesh and blood organization said.
"After saying so much, who is the Evil Taoist?" Li Xiong asked.
"The world's first master sixty years ago," Tong Xuanzi said.
Monks should also keep pace with the times. Everyone lived in a global village, and it was not good to always say the world's first master, which seemed uneducated.
"So powerful?" Li Xiong was shocked. It must be more powerful than Spiderman. So he asked, "Where is your companion? I will also give him a drop of blood to recognize him as the master."
"Maybe it's sealed, and I haven't been able to feel his breath," the flesh and blood organization said.
Tong Xuanzi showed a touch of realization. The Evil Taoist's Ancient Demon disappeared after his death. Before the master died, he threw out the Sword of Qi (This foreshadowing was buried hundreds of times, and you may have forgotten it. Let me remind you), leaving an exhausted body.
Afterward, countless people had searched in the direction where the Sword of Qi disappeared, but they found nothing.
Presumably, the Ancient Fey's slough had left with the Sword of Qi.
"These years, I've been drifting with the current. In fact, I've been looking for a suitable successor to make a common plan." The Ancient Demon revealed its true purpose.
The three all pricked up their ears to listen.
"I've said this to every host, and it's not a secret. But before listening, you have to abide by the rules. If you can't do it, then quit automatically," it warned.
Young people were the least concerned about rules. Compared with the solemn secret of an Ancient Demon, what were these rules?
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