Chapter 361 The Dutiful Son
Late night, locust forest, cemetery.
Wu Yan held an iron pick and dug the new grave very quickly.
Where did the iron pull come from?
Of course I got it from the village...
After observing the villagers today, he has determined that there are no practitioners among the villagers who are hostile to him, so it is very simple to sneak into the village and steal some tools for digging graves.
Soon, he had completely opened the tomb bag, and the stone tablet fell aside. After digging about ten feet deep, he finally hit a coffin board with a shovel.
Wu Yan panted slightly, jumped out of the pit, and took a look at the village down the mountain - there was still no movement.
The coffin was buried very deep. In order to save time, he had to dig a little faster. It took him less than an hour to dig the hole about ten feet deep.
Of course, this is also because this is a new grave. It was just buried a few days ago and the soil is still soft.
After confirming that there was no movement around, Wu Yan jumped back into the pit, used the shovel as a pry, and gradually lifted up the nailed coffin board. With a "boom", the entire coffin board was finally completely lifted by him!
“There is someone.”
For the first time, Wu Yan used the moonlight to see clearly what was going on in the coffin.
Inside, there is an old man lying.
His face was highly decayed and it was difficult to identify his specific facial features. His swollen cheeks were covered with mottled green spots, and his eyes were sunken, leaving only two black eye sockets. His shroud was a shabby gray robe, which had been soaked with corpse fluid and soil and stuck tightly to his body. On that skinny body.
The old man's right hand was incomplete, with three fingers missing. The broken bones were exposed, which was particularly shocking. The large burn scar on his neck was even more terrifying. It twisted across the old man's neck, like an ugly scar. Centipede, the skin around the scar takes on an eerie purple-red color that contrasts sharply with the rest of the scar.
The old man's hair is sparse and dirty, with a few strands of white hair hanging feebly on his forehead. His skin shows an unnatural blue-gray color, tightly wrapped around the bones, as if it will break at any time. Come.
"Three fingers are missing and there are burns on the neck."
Wu Yan immediately noticed the characteristics of the corpse: "This is the target."
Not half a cent Hesitating, he immediately drew his sword!
Your Majesty made it very clear, no matter whether the person in the coffin is dead or alive, or anything else, kill him again.
Even if what was in the coffin was a rotting corpse, of course Wu Yan would still kill it.
But how to kill the corpse?
Of course... it was destroyed to the point where it didn't even have a human shape left.
In an instant, Wu Yan fired dozens of swords.
The sword light intertwined into a net, and the rapier instantly chopped into pieces the shroud on the corpse, and also made deep marks on the corpse. These incisions accurately cut through the vital points of the old man's corpse, slit his throat, and incised his heart. Digging a deep hole in the body, cutting off all the joints of its arms and legs, and splitting its head into seven or eight pieces...
In this way, even if the corpse is controlled by some magic and turns into something else , and definitely can’t get up.
It has long been turned into a pile of rotten meat.
Of course, Wu Yan was very cautious - the villagers had said before that the dead village chief had long expected that someone would attack his body, so he covered his mouth and nose before drawing the sword. , blocked his breathing, and even his breathing from his orifices, because he was worried that some poisonous smoke would erupt from the corpse.
But after cutting out dozens of swords and chopping the corpse into fine pieces, there was no abnormality in the corpse.
Wu Yan nodded slightly.
No matter how weird this village is, at least he has completed his mission now...those things have nothing to do with him.
So he put away his rapier and prepared to turn around and leave.
But at this moment, there was a dense buzzing sound in his ears.
Wu Yan frowned slightly and turned his head.
I saw countless densely packed, black and small insects emerging from the incisions of the corpse. They spread their little wings, made a scalp-numbing buzzing sound, and flew towards Wu Yan!
The moment these bugs emerged, the corpse fragments that had been chopped into pieces became even shriveled and withered. After a while, the corpse fragments were no longer even "rotten meat", but became one piece. A piece of old bacon that has lost its water and sticks to the bone.
“Insect?”
Wu Yan’s pupils shrank and he swung his sword suddenly.
He drew his sword extremely fast, but unexpectedly, those insects... exploded one by one before his sword edge touched them!
The stinky juice spread instantly, and even a seasoned killer like Wu Yan was a little caught off guard.
He retreated as fast as he could, but unfortunately the pit was still a bit deep, and the surrounding space was too narrow. When he jumped out of the pit, the entire pit walls, pit bottom, and coffin were already filled with Naturally, he would inevitably get stained by the juice left behind when the bug exploded.
The juice is obviously extremely corrosive. When it touches Wu Yan's clothes, it immediately rots and burns them black; and the skin and flesh it touches quickly blisters and puss, and moves towards Spread around.
Wu Yan landed outside the pit and raised his sword.
With a few swish sounds, several pieces of cloth and pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground together. He cut off all the areas on his body that were stained by the insect juice. The blade of the sword cut off his skin and flesh, which was almost the same as when he cut off the corners of his clothes. His expression did not change at all.
"Hahaha... He is indeed the killer of Xiaoyu Pavilion. If I encounter this kind of situation, I will be poured into pus and blood by this juice and buried with my father."
< br>At this moment, a sinister laugh suddenly sounded from behind Wu Yan.
His heart moved... He had clearly confirmed just now that there was no one around!
He turned back sharply and tightened his grip on the rapier.
A few dozen steps away, in the locust tree forest, a person slowly walked out of the forest.
This is a very tall and thin young man. He looks to be in his twenties and is dressed like a scholar. His cheeks are sunken and his eye sockets are sunken. There is a black air on his whole face, as if he is about to die. people in general.
Wu Yan frowned slightly.
In an instant, he roughly felt that this person's cultivation level was around the fifth level of spiritual aperture.
Are you a practitioner?
Just now this young man said, "Buried with my father"...
He lowered his head and glanced at the stone tablet lying aside, and blurted out: "Are you Mei Lishen?"
"Yes. "
Mei Lishen, who looked like a scholar, bowed deeply to Wu Yan: "Sir, please don't be nervous. I am the one who hired Xiaoyuge to come and kill my father again..."
Wu Yan's expression didn't change at all.
Too many people hire killers to kill their parents, husbands, wives, and children.
Mei Lishen was just a little too cruel. He was not satisfied with his own father's death and wanted to kill him again.
Obviously, the dead Mei Congsheng hid a trap on his body. If he dared to touch his body, his life would be in danger. Mei Lisheng did not dare to do this himself, so he hired Xiaoyu The pavilion will do it.
That's nothing.
"In that case." Wu Yan said calmly: "The mission has been completed."
"Remember, I am the one leading the team on the mission today, Wu Yan. Please go to any stronghold in Xiaoyu Pavilion within seven days, tell me my name, and hand over the remaining secret books of the second volume as promised."
" Otherwise, Xiaoyu Pavilion will come out to kill you and every one of your relatives and friends until there is no one left to kill."
After that, he turned his head and left.
But at this moment, Na Mei Lishen suddenly let out a sinister laugh.
"Wu Yan? What a good name..."
He said sadly: "But my secret cannot be known to anyone, not even the killer of Xiaoyu Pavilion!"
As he said that, he suddenly made a magic formula.
Wu Yan felt a strong sense of alarm, but that alarm did not come from Mei Lishen in front of him, but from the deep pit behind him!
So, he suddenly drew his sword behind him.
But in the next moment, a huge force suddenly fell on him, knocking him several feet away!
He rolled out like a broken sack until he hit a tree and stopped.
Of course, it didn't hurt, so he quickly stood up again. Even though there was blood dripping from his mouth and nose, he didn't care.
It’s just...
Wu Yan looked at the figure next to Mei Lishen and frowned.
The plum blossoms stood up.
In other words, the corpse that had been cut into dozens of pieces stood up.
The mummy was put back together into a human form at this time. Something seemed to be wriggling at the cut ends, regluing the corpse back together. It was covered with shredded shrouds. Tiao stood beside Mei Li stiffly and stiffly.
"Hehehe..."
Mei Lishen smiled sinisterly, stretched out his hand to fumble around on his father's body, and found something. He put it into his sleeve, and his expression immediately became satisfied and satisfied. Excited: "I found it, I found it...it's great..."
With a smile, he looked at Wu Yan.
"What a tenacious killer."
He smiled: "But you are going to die today...Dad, kill him."
(End of this chapter)
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