Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

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That centipede suddenly spoke human language, which was really startling.

However, Duan Yun, being an equally-treating young hero, didn't have much prejudice against this centipede demon.

After all, in the Jade Pearl Manor, pandas could be heroes, and if Little Grey wasn't so dull, even donkeys could be heroes.

But in the next moment, the centipede suddenly darted over with the meat-skirted woman's body, trying to bite Duan Yun.

"Randomly biting people, and you want to be a hero!"

The golden sword hummed and struck out like a fly swatter!

This large centipede was already in bad shape from the Sixteen Roads of Strange Fists, its body was broken, and its mind was affected, so its reaction wasn't fast, and it was hit solidly.

As its body burst with a string of blood flowers and fell to the ground, the meat-skirted woman also gave out, twitching all over.

It was obvious that this twitching wasn't the kind of twitching that she, as a living person, would instinctively have, but rather twitching caused by the big centipede.

From beginning to end, apart from that heartfelt "I want to be a hero!", she hadn't said a word.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers hadn't felt any living aura from her, and the Murong brothers even suspected that she was breathing through her butt; now they had found the answer.

Actually, she had died long ago. The reason she could make those movements was probably all because of this big centipede.

Rather than saying she was a person, it was better to say she was a human-shaped centipede.

A hundred-legged worm, though dead, will not fall, this saying was perfectly demonstrated on the big centipede.

Its body had already been broken in many places by the fist energy, and it had been flattened by the golden sword, with pus flowing everywhere, but it was still struggling.

Looking at the way this centipede crawled out of the woman's head, Duan Yun thought of something.

He shaved off a part of the other party's hair and, sure enough, found a scar.

The golden sword slashed, and the scar was also cut open, connecting with the wound on the head.

In the flickering firelight, the inside of the woman's head could be seen clearly.

This centipede was parasitic in the human brain.

It could be seen that it had a large head and a small body, and the small section just passed through the human brain.

The strange blood vessels on the centipede's body, with their small visible branches, were also rooted in the human brain.

This thing was very similar to the thing in the head of that human bear.

Before, Duan Yun had stayed temporarily in Qingcha Town. Out of curiosity, he had dragged a box out of the water, and as a result, a strangely behaving human bear had crawled out of the box.

Later, he had cut open the human bear's head and found that there were two brains inside: a bear brain and a human brain.

And the human brain and the bear brain were connected by these strange blood vessels.

This thing had a disgusting fleshy feel, like a strange worm that could suck brain marrow.

This woman couldn't rest in peace even after death, obviously because of the parasitic centipede in her brain.

Before, that human bear had an extra human brain in its head, making its behavior very human-like. Now that this woman had such a centipede parasitic in her head, connecting with the human brain, absorbing its nutrients day and night, did it also have human-like thoughts, even speaking human language, "I want to be a hero!"?

But was this scientific?

When he cut open the head of that human bear, Duan Yun only felt absurd and terrifying, but this time, when he cut open the head of this meat-skirted woman, this feeling of absurdity and terror was even stronger.

Was there someone in this Jianghu who specialized in doing this?

This cellar, filled with centipede corpses, coupled with the corpse of the monk who hadn't finished shedding his skin in the wooden house before, this place was more like a terrifying testing ground.

Someone was spreading the method of shedding skin and doing experiments to implant centipedes into human brains?

Or perhaps, the method of shedding skin and the human centipede were inherently complementary.

This temple was probably destroyed like this.

If he guessed correctly, the box in the water and this meat-skirted woman were probably the work of the same group of people.

What were the murderers doing this for?

Was it simply to have fun, or to create many "monsters" like the human bear and the meat-skirted woman?

Either way, it was terrifying.

For a time, that indescribable malice seemed to crawl out along this woman's head.

The key was that it was difficult to deduce the purpose of those people's actions.

Whether it was putting a box containing a human bear in the water, or creating such a centipede meat-skirted woman but not taking her away, just letting her sit in this cellar to "comprehend", these behaviors were very unreasonable.

Or rather, quite strange.

If they simply wanted to harm people, then whether it was the human bear with two brains or this centipede meat-skirted woman, as long as they were allowed to act in the Jianghu, there would be continuous tragedies, which would be more efficient.

But they chose to put the box in the water and let her stay underground.

Could it be that they created these things just for fun?

Waiting for someone like him to open the box and enter the cellar to be killed, and then satisfy their fun-loving pleasure?

This way of having fun was simply insane. If he, the young hero Duan, hadn't been so skilled, he would have died at the hands of these things twice.

This group of lunatics who are doing experiments and burying pits everywhere must all be killed!

If he hadn't yet explored the origin of this thing, their names would probably have been written on the young hero Duan's little notebook long ago.

In order to write the names on the little notebook as soon as possible, Duan Yun began to carefully search the cellar.

But in these thirty-odd wooden houses in the cellar, apart from centipedes and human corpses, there were no other discoveries.

These corpses that were half-shedding their skin were placed here, not looking like humans at all, and looking particularly terrifying.

Duan Yun cut open the heads of these corpses and found that there were centipedes of varying sizes inside.

But unlike this woman, these centipedes were all dead.

Duan Yun couldn't help but ask, "Old Jianghu, have you heard of this kind of thing where centipedes grow in the head?"

The Murong brothers shook their heads and said, "I really have no clue about this kind of evil thing."

Duan Yun was not discouraged, so he turned his attention to the meat-skirted woman.

The centipede that grew out of her head was dead, but it still twitched from time to time.

The Murong brothers felt a chill in this cellar and said, "The poisonous insects here haven't been completely eliminated, why don't we go up?"

Duan Yun nodded and said, "Okay."

Saying that, he used the tip of his knife to pick up the meat-skirted woman's corpse.

The two returned to the fire pile in the side hall, and the horse was frightened and hid to one side as soon as it saw the corpse.

However, the rain had almost stopped, so Duan Yun and the two didn't pay much attention to it.

The Murong brothers made the fire bigger so that they could more easily appreciate the "beautiful face" of this meat-skirted woman.

No matter how many times they looked at it, whether it was the broken layers of meat skirt on her body or the centipede growing in her brain, it made their scalps tingle.

Honestly, even the old Jianghu Murong brothers felt that this thing was evil and perverted, and somewhat incomprehensible.

At this time, Duan Yun had cut off the woman's broken meat skirt so that he could see it more clearly.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Duan Yun looked at the woman's belly.

Because it was blocked by the meat skirt, he hadn't paid attention to the scar here before.

As usual, he cut open the scar, and a familiar scene appeared.

A roll of oiled paper wrapped a booklet, stuck in the meat-skirted woman's belly.

"Secret manual?"

Duan Yun's first reaction was the old ape who sewed the "Romantic Playthings" into his belly, thinking, is it popular to hide secret manuals like this now?

But when he took out the booklet, he found that it was not a secret manual, but something like a diary.

Besides the Murong brothers' father, there was actually someone else in this world who wrote a diary.

This diary was obviously contaminated by blood stains, but Duan Yun still read it carefully.

Because from here, he might find clues to this group of lunatics.

The young hero Duan didn't hold grudges much, but he would never easily let go of those who had harmed him twice in a row.

As a result, after reading only two pages, Duan Yun couldn't help but rummage through the other party's broken meat skirt again.

Seeing this, the Murong brothers said, "What did you find?"

"It says on this that he is a boy."

"Ah?"

As a result, after some searching, they really found the other party's root.

It turns out that a handsome, long-haired person is not necessarily a girl.

It was also from this diary that Duan Yun captured some clues.

This temple was originally called Yuhua Temple, and there were thirty or so disciples in the temple, which was once quite lively.

In Yuhua Temple, the most common way to cultivate Buddhism was to sit quietly.

In these underground wooden houses, accompanied by a Buddhist lamp, or simply in complete darkness, they meditated and practiced.

According to the abbot of Yuhua Temple, after calming the mind in the dark, one would be closer to the Buddha.

According to the diary's owner, the monk Mingjing, life was hard in Yuhua Temple, but there was a sense of satisfaction.

The atmosphere of the entire temple was also relatively relaxed, the master was kind, the fellow disciples were friendly, and the vegetarian meals were delicious, which made the monk Mingjing, who had been without parents since childhood, feel the warmth of home.

But all this changed because of a senior brother who had been traveling for many years and returned.

That senior brother's Dharma name was "Fahua", ranked third among the disciples of Yuhua Temple. He had been traveling outside for six years before returning, so the young monk Mingjing couldn't even remember what he looked like.

In this diary, there was also a picture of the third senior brother's appearance, which was drawn very simply, even somewhat abstractly. It could roughly be seen that he was a monk with a big nose.

The third senior brother's return was naturally welcomed by the entire temple.

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The eldest senior brother of Yuhua Temple had died early due to some reason, and the second senior brother was a wandering personality. It could be seen that the master attached great importance to the third senior brother, and there were rumors in the temple that he wanted the third senior brother to inherit his mantle.

According to Monk Mingjing's description, the monks of Yuhua Temple also practiced martial arts, especially after meditating and practicing in the quiet room, their martial arts progressed faster.

This was just a small episode, but the diary-loving Monk Mingjing found that after that, the entire temple had changed.

First of all, the vegetarian meals. He always felt that the vegetarian meals were not as delicious as before, and there seemed to be a bloody smell in them.

But he carefully checked and didn't find anything unusual.

After that, the master and the third senior brother often stayed behind closed doors, not seeing each other for a few days a month.

It was said that they were studying cultivation techniques with the third senior brother.

After that, the entire temple began to practice a "Yanqing Breathing Method".

Monk Mingjing specifically emphasized that this breathing method was very magical. After practicing it, the whole person felt relieved, as if they had unloaded the dust of the world, and there was a feeling of floating like an immortal.

The entire temple was addicted to it. Monk Mingjing found that the bloody smell in the vegetarian meals was gone, and instead, there was a sweet and delicious feeling.

This was originally a great thing, but Monk Mingjing gradually felt that something was wrong.

That was that the entire temple was too addicted to practicing this breathing method, and every fellow disciple seemed very busy. If you accidentally disturbed someone, they would even show irritable emotions.

That is to say, the originally kind and harmonious fellow disciples gradually became tense and serious, and the atmosphere of the entire temple was the same.

Although Monk Mingjing had doubts, he could only do so. After all, except for being addicted to cultivation, everything in Yuhua Temple was normal.

Besides, this was what the master asked for.

But one night, Monk Mingjing's diary specifically wrote that he had a strange dream.

In the dream, he dreamed that the master had attained enlightenment and become a Buddha, but his face was bitten off by a snake.

He was immediately frightened awake.

Monk Mingjing was an orphan and had always regarded the master as very important.

He always felt that this dream was ominous and couldn't rest assured, so he went to visit the master that night.

Unfortunately, the master didn't see him, only telling him to practice with peace of mind, and that the dream was just that his cultivation was not enough and his eyes were covered by karma.

Monk Mingjing could only retreat.

Days passed, and the monk always remembered that dream, and was the most wary among all the monks.

He found that as long as he didn't breathe in the "Yanqing Breathing Method" for a day, he would become very hungry, and he couldn't get enough to eat no matter how much he ate.

After that, Monk Mingjing gradually discovered that something was wrong.

That was that there were fewer fellow disciples in the temple.

Originally there were more than thirty people, but these two days, there were only more than twenty people eating.

When asked about the whereabouts of the other fellow disciples, no one could say for sure. After all, the monks in the temple were addicted to breathing and cultivation every day and had no time to care about others.

That night, Monk Mingjing, who was frightened, had a dream.

He dreamed of a rustling sound, like a snake crawling.

Even in the dream, he still remembered the dream of the master being bitten in the face by a snake and woke up with a start.

Then he was horrified to find that the rustling sound was still there.

Right next to his ear!

After that, he found that the scene of the nightmare reappeared, and his face was bitten off!

However, it was not a snake that bit off his face, but a centipede that crawled out from nowhere.

The diary ended here abruptly.

Because there were only a few pages left, and all of them were soaked in blood, making it impossible to see clearly.

So Duan Yun and the Murong brothers had no way of knowing what happened next, and why he would sew the diary into his belly?

From this diary, one could glimpse a corner of the story of Yuhua Temple at that time.

All this should have started from the return of the third senior brother, who brought back a "Yanqing Breathing Method".

There must be something wrong with this cultivation technique, and the bloody smell of the vegetarian meals mentioned in Monk Mingjing's diary may be that the rice was mixed with centipede eggs or something like that. Perhaps this is why the monks in this temple would shed their skin and have centipedes in their heads.

That third senior brother was probably the culprit.

Something must have happened to that monk while he was traveling, which caused him to come back and harm the people of this temple.

For a time, Duan Yun even found it difficult to determine whether the third senior brother who returned from his travels was impersonated by someone else. After all, if a person has not returned for a long time, their appearance and temperament will also change.

It can only be said that this cultivation method is harmful; only a rare genius like him can control it.

Duan Yun was somewhat disappointed.

Firstly, he didn't find the breathing technique he wanted to study, and secondly, he still hadn't found any clues to the culprit.

At this moment, the Murong brothers, who were flipping through the diary, suddenly said, "Isn't this the molting monk?"

Duan Yun walked over and saw that he was looking at the page with the portrait of the Third Senior Brother.

"Which molting monk?"

"The one whose skin we burned off, exactly the same," said the Murong brothers.

"Are you sure?" Duan Yun asked doubtfully.

The painting was too abstract; if he weren't bald, it would be hard to tell he was even a monk.

"Look at this big nose, these hooked eyebrows, it's him!"

The Murong brothers said definitively.

Duan Yun didn't expect this guy to have the ability to appreciate abstract art, so he immediately went outside to search.

The previous few complete skins had already been burned by Duan Yun, but there were still two broken ones.

At this moment, he found one of them.

This one only had a small half, but the facial features on the molted skin could still be vaguely seen.

You have to say, after comparing them, they really looked a bit alike.

Duan Yun carefully kept this piece of molted skin close to his body.

Seeing this, the Murong brothers said, "What are you doing with this thing? Aren't you afraid it's unlucky?"

"With this skin, I can try to find this birdman and his accomplices and kill them all!"

"Telling you to make centipede people, telling you not to put treasures in the box but to put a bear!"

Seeing Duan Yun cursing there, the Murong brothers basically confirmed that what the storyteller said was true.

Old Devil Duan was famously stingy; whether you were human or ghost, if you offended him, you wouldn't have a good end.

This guy who can make centipedes grow in people's heads is definitely not easy to mess with, and can even be said to be terrifying and unfathomable, a being that even he, Young Master Murong, felt fear towards.

But how was he in Old Devil Duan's eyes?

Perhaps, he was just treated with the same impartiality the storyteller spoke of.

This guy might really be planning to use this piece of skin to kill their entire family.