MTL - Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price-Chapter 8 Four Arms Yama Song Zongwu

   Chapter 8 Four Arms Yama Song Zongwu

   Outside the prison, Zhao Shuli's face was full of anxiety. He moved to go to the prison, but he turned back in front of the iron gate.

  According to the time, the firemen should have almost brought back the first batch of corpses.

   But there was no good way, he had to wait patiently.

   After a while, dozens of yamen scrambled to escape from the iron gate.

   Zhao Shuli breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to speak out and reprimanded, but he noticed that these yamen servants were all Zaoli, not even a fireman.

   He stepped forward and grabbed one of them and asked, "What's going on inside?"

  Zao Li knelt down on the ground with weak legs, and said in a hoarse voice: "Underground... there is... screams, Qian Han went to see, those fire workers are all dead!!!"

   "Where's Qian Han?!!"

  The soap clerks pushed the thin figure out: "Here, here..."

   Zhao Shuli mentioned him and asked, "Speak quickly."

  Qian Han muttered to himself: "The human skin is alive, they are eating people, and none of the fire workers who want to come out are spared."

"I see."

  Scribe Zhao turned around and walked towards the jailer. He was full of anger. Didn't he say that the weirdness in the prison had been cleaned up? Why would there be a large number of casualties.

   But when he walked up to the three jailers, he looked at the cold eyes under the hat, and swallowed what he wanted to say.

   The jailer standing in the middle said with a slightly old voice: "It's not time to take action yet. As for the dead yamen, the money used for pension after the end is doubled."

"OK, fine."

   Zhao Shuli left with a stern face and shaking hands.

   When the old jailer waited until clerk Zhao left, he looked coldly at the jailer beside him, and his tone was full of murderous intent.

   "Li Yaoyang, how many strange things are hidden in the prison?"

   Li Yaoyang chuckled, then spread his hands and said, "Old Song, how do I know..."

   Before he finished speaking, Song Zong Wumeng punched him to the ground, and the momentum exuded from his body was like substance.

  Li Yaoyang was not angry at all, but continued: "Song Lao, the restricted area of ​​the prison is formed by the 'human skin book', and the weirdness in it has the ability to possess."

   "If we have an accident and the restricted area continues to expand, I don't know how many people will die in Sanxiang City." The jailer with a long sword said, and the voice turned out to be a woman.

   Song Zongwu didn't make another move, he calmed down and asked, "So what's the situation in the prison now?"

   "Wait a minute."

  Li Yaoyang sat cross-legged on the ground, and then a rustling sound came from the ground, and then a centipede emerged.

  The centipede is the size of a slap, and it wears a dark purple coat that looks poisonous.

  Li Yaoyang gently picked up the centipede and put it in his mouth, and swallowed it without hesitation.

   "It can be confirmed that there are still three human skin fragments."

  Song Zongwu made a sound of bones colliding all over his body. He was like a very hungry old wolf, grinning and saying, "When will you shoot?"

   "Don't worry, the face didn't appear. It may be hidden in the cracks of every floor tile. If the source of this strangeness is not found, the restricted area will never be broken."

  Song Zongwu's face sank: "Are you still afraid that I will die inside?"

   "That's not true, but I'm afraid that Song Lao, you will miss and kill."

   After Li Yaoyang finished speaking, he looked at the woman: "Miss Bai, you must never draw your sword, so as not to hurt innocent people."

   "So my swordsmanship is so strong."

  …………

   There is an air of despair in the prison.

  The expressions of everyone were numb. Although they didn't think it was Bo Feng's responsibility, they didn't have the time to comfort each other.

   Maybe they will die soon, and eventually become mummified human skins.

  Ren Qing didn't want to sit still, he closed his eyes and recalled the details he saw before.

   Corpse, human skin, hay, and a few centipedes lying on the wall...

   Centipede? ! !

   There were no mice in the prison, indicating that there could never be any living creatures in the restricted area, where did the centipede come from.

  Ren Qing remembered the jailer he saw outside. Could it be the eyeliner formed by some kind of magic?

   "Human skin...Human skin...Human skin..."

  Ren Qing couldn't help but muttered a few times, and suddenly his mind moved slightly. He realized that those human skins should be able to piece together a whole piece.

   "Could it be that the human skin is incomplete, so what is the jailer waiting for?"

   It seems that human skins are not afraid, they just drive the survivors to a dead end, and then gradually eat away.

   After vaguely guessing the answer, he decisively called out his own information flow. Just as he was about to consume his life and choose the branch of the blind, he heard exclamations around him.

  Xiaowu couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, he grabbed Ren Qing's arm and said, "Brother Qing, I just saw the human skins, they didn't go far."

   "Don't show panic."

  Ren Qing squinted his eyes, afraid that he wouldn't have time to be promoted to a heavy pupil, and the human skin had already set his sights on the only threatening self...

   Promotion must fall into darkness, but even if there is a momentary flaw, the opportunity will be seized.

   "Remember, don't leave the stairs."

  Ren Qing took out a dagger that shone with cold light from his waist, and then carefully observed every corner in case he was suddenly attacked.

   The rest of the people are not aware of anything at all, and most of them are in a state of trance.

   As time passed, Ren Qing had already eaten the pig's eyes in order to maintain his physical strength, but the human skin still seemed extremely patient.

   must turn passive into active.

  Ren Qing closed his eyes, showed a gesture of exhaustion, and then listened.

   A human face was slowly crawling in the cracks of the wall tiles. It seemed to smell blood and could not help but stick out part of its body.

   At this moment, Ren Qing opened his eyes, locked on the face and exerted force with his feet.

   He stabbed the man in the face with a knife and nailed it directly to the wall.

The face of    was twisted, looking extremely malicious, the blade cut a hole in its body, and blood seeped out from it.

   sizzle...

   The face instantly rushed towards the crowd on the side. Ren Qing was able to capture the speed, but his body couldn't keep up.

  The famous fire worker lost his life before he could react, and after absorbing one person's life, the face also recovered.

   It stared at Ren Qing again, and at the same time the rest of the human skin climbed into the stairs.

   All the fire workers panicked and started to trample and hurt people.

   Dozens of figures swayed.

  Ren Qing only felt the coldness of his arm, and the human face was integrated into it, but instead of absorbing the flesh and blood, it quickly drilled towards the head.

"Oh shit."

  Ren Qing did not stop himself from stabbing himself a few times with a dagger. Instead, he felt that the face had reached the position of his neck.

   At this time of crisis, the system flow actively appeared in front of us.

  【Human Book】

  [Created by the **** Huang Ling, to practice this method, the skin should be completely peeled off, and the skin will be regrown after taking specific medicines, and the practice can be repeated seven times. 】

   [Can consume one year of life, exempt from the price control. 】

  Ren Qing didn't think about how much life yuan he needed at all, he directly chose to confirm, and suddenly felt a tingling pain all over his body, which intensified with time.

After the    face found that Ren Qing had more of a homologous aura, it hesitated for a moment.

   At this moment, the white-haired old man broke through the wall and rushed in. He directly tore off the face on Ren Qing's neck.

   Fortunately, the face was not integrated into the flesh, otherwise it would have been at least a serious injury.

   "Little devil, you probably haven't heard the name of my four-armed Yama Song Zongwu."

  Song Zongwu's image is like a demon, with six eyes on his face, arms under his armpits, and strong muscles all over his body.

   Next, part of the world view will be expanded, and readers can also look forward to the next book.

   (end of this chapter)