Chapter 81 Pretending to be dirty [Heart]
Early next morning.
As the main hall door opens, a layer of blood stain can be seen attached to the walls.
The tragedy last night can be imagined, and all the soldiers could not help but feel horrified, but fortunately, the boy statue has been assembled as expected, and the main hall will be closed until March 15th.
Not only was Huang Feihu present outside the hall, but there were also three generals following him.
The soldiers had already begun to clean up the main hall, and then a man hurriedly came to report, "General, there are some strange corpses in the hall."
Huang Feihu frowned slightly, but did not move.
Zhou Ji asked in a deep voice: "Are there too many corpses? Dispose of them as soon as possible. Once the corpses transform, they will inevitably disturb Empress Nuwa."
The soldier swallowed, "Master Zhou, there are only two or three corpses, but..."
"But one corpse seems to be still alive, and the snoring sounds from the corpse can be heard."
Zhou Ji hurried to the palace, followed by Huang Ming and Long Huan, who were both members of Huang Feihu's family. They escorted the princes back to Chaoge.
Huang Feihu didn't take a few steps and looked at the corner outside the hall with doubtful eyes.
"I must have read it right, isn't the raw pile a bit weak?"
The main hall was filled with the smell of corpses. Huang Ming was already signaling the soldiers to seal the windows again, and Long Huan was holding a few talismans to release at any time.
Huang Feihu glanced around and saw a body covered with red hair lying flat and motionless.
Zhou Ji has also identified the body.
Dragon Huan's face turned pale with fright, and the magic talisman was placed between the eyebrows of the red-haired corpse. In an instant, his bloodshot eyes suddenly opened.
roar! ! !
The red-haired corpse looked up to the sky and roared, and the dragon ring took a few steps back and almost sat on the ground.
"You monster, how dare you!"
He drew out his sharp sword, drew the blood from his palm and walked away quickly.
"Dragon Ring, the corpse is not evil!"
Zhou Ji stopped Long Huan. The latter's eyes widened as he saw the red hair submerged into the flesh, the fangs and sharp teeth disappeared, and the characteristics of the corpse were fleeting.
Yang He coughed violently, and pieces of flesh and blood came out of his mouth and nose.
Zhou Ji asked hesitantly: "Taoist Yang, how could you die...sleeping in the main hall?"
“I just happened to wake up and have nothing to do for a stroll.”
The scalps of Long Huan and the others were numb, Yang Heyang's Yang Fire was almost extinguished, and his organs were damaged, but his body was still alive.
If he could survive a night safely in the main hall, what is the background of this person?
"Xiao Shang, since nothing happens in the main hall, I will go back and rest."
Yang He said vaguely, and couldn't help spitting out some blood. The price paid by the ghost body to open his eyes was greater than imagined.
There are only two or three years left in Yang's life, and if it had been anyone else, he would have been completely destroyed.
On the contrary, Yang He felt lucky that two or three years of longevity was more than enough to last until the festival. At the same time, the living Buddha also had the opportunity to become a permanent character.
He staggered out of the main hall and greeted Huang Feihu outside.
Huang Feihu did not stop him. Yang He was in such a state that he seemed to die suddenly at any time, allowing the latter to reach the place where the coffin was originally buried.
Yang He took out the pure Yin coffin, grabbed his neck with ghost hands and sank into the ground.
After a while, he was already in the coffin recovering from his injuries, surrounded by piles.
The two people in Longhuan could clearly feel that the power of the staking array was getting stronger.
"Zhou Ji, who... is he?"
"The true biography of Qianyuan Mountain, he studied under Taiyi Immortal, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals."
Zhou Ji added with a joking look on his face: "I was born with an immortal body and a natural seed of immortality. Previously, I only had half my head left and I came back to life."
The two of them were silent. The qualifications destined to become immortals were indeed extraordinary.
………
Yang He fell into a deep sleep after taking the blood-activating pill, and five days had passed when he woke up.
He still felt sore all over his body, and his three yang fires seemed sluggish. At the same time, the stagnation of qi and blood caused by the depletion of longevity was difficult to improve. "Ha~~"
Yang Heyi stretched himself, and the black cat came over with an attentive look on his face.
After the black cat turns into a ghost, it no longer needs to take in food, but its body becomes fatter and its body length begins to exceed that of ordinary cats.
Only part of the fur has fallen off, and it inevitably has the characteristics of a ghostly cat.
"There will still be some time before the festival, so just in case, we should first make the disciples of the saint feel guilty."
"Hey, it's so comfortable to lie down in the coffin. Even if the one hundred and seven statues lose control, they will not affect the ground."
Nuwa Palace has been completed. Dozens of palaces are magnificently decorated. Every day dignitaries come to offer incense and pray for blessings.
"After the festival arrives, the general trend of Fengshen Romance will also begin."
Yang He took out the incense candle, lit it and inserted it into the gap of the coffin, letting the ghost ghost smoke his eyes by himself.
After confirming that there were no omissions, the left and right halves of the saint's disciple's heart appeared in the palm of the hand. It seemed that due to the special physique of the Living Buddha, the organs were integrated into one, and auras emerged both inside and outside.
The exposed blood vessels and meridians turned out to be crystal clear.
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Yang He's eyes flashed with intoxication. The saint's disciple's heart inexplicably felt the beauty of flesh and blood art. The only adjective he could find was...
Perfect.
Yang He summoned the ghost body, but the ghost body couldn't wait to devour the heart.
The blood transfusion that followed went extremely smoothly, and soon the breath of the heart became consistent, and then was steadily sent to the ghost body, and the two were connected to each other.
The ghost body gradually turned into a real entity, and the liver and heart were already lit up.
Yang He's own heart beat like a drum. Although Yang Shou had not recovered, Yang Fire became strong again and his blood became hotter.
There was blood flowing from his nose, and the black cat couldn't help but lick it.
Meow~~
The black cat's zombie characteristics slowly faded away, and its fur grew back, becoming even blacker and thicker than before.
Yang He's physical fitness has not improved much, but the feedback from the saint's disciple's heart is definitely far beyond ordinary.
The message from the saint's disciple's heart is "Marrow Regeneration". Previously, he still didn't understand the meaning, but now he realizes that Marrow Regeneration is Bone Regeneration.
The spine of the ghost body took shape little by little, followed by the ribs.
Yang He touched the ghost body and felt a biting chill. It was indeed a real entity. After pretending to be dirty five times, the ghost body should have begun to take shape.
Then the skull was formed, and the two humerus bones connected the stone arm and the ghost hand.
Amidst the uneasy roars of hundreds of corpses, the saint's disciple's pretentiousness ended, and the skeleton of the upper body of the ghost body was complete.
Yang He stared at the ghost body's eyebrows and found that it was more difficult to open his vertical eyes.
"You can't use it yet. You can only get a glimpse of it if you advance to the Demon Realm."
Yang He took back his ghost body, and the black cat beside him had fallen into a deep sleep. He felt that it was necessary to go back to Qianyuan Mountain to promote the black cat to an evil spirit.
While thinking, he fell into a sleepy state again.
Only Tonggui is still smoking tirelessly. There is no shortage of resources for the time being, and a thin layer of glazed film has been developed.
Time flies by like a fleeting moment.
The festive atmosphere of Chaoge becomes more and more intense, and unknowingly it is approaching the 15th day, and there are parades to welcome Nuwa almost every now and then.
There are a large number of futons placed outside the altar of the main hall, all prepared for the arrival of the saint.
Yang He had just stabilized his cultivation and planned to leave seclusion on March 14th, when he suddenly heard a knocking sound on the cover.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Disciple~"
"Disciple, wake up~~"
"The festival is coming. Let me show you the true face of the saint."
(End of chapter)