[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that the immortal Dao played the magic harp, and injected the magic sound with the evil qi, which fixed the past companions, so that Liu Yang could use mercury with peace of mind to peel off the woman's entire human skin. In the small courtyard of the Mu family, Mu Qingming also began to skin snakes alive, but his methods were by no means as cruel as the Immortal Dao. Drawing out Mu Qingming, in the magic sound, peeled off the snake skin on the sleeping black-scaled snake, and asked Miaoyu to quickly apply knife wound medicine to the black-scaled python, and after stopping the bleeding on the black-scaled python's body, he left Ah Hong and Miaoyu in the sun and moon in the pot to take care of the black-scaled python covered in blood. And Changshengdao had already made the whole human skin into a futon and covered the body of the container according to Liu Yang's instructions. 】

The breeze is sultry, the green bamboo is swaying in the wind, and the green bamboo leaves are rustling under the collision.

The very elegant sound of the piano continues to sound in front of the attic, and the sound is gentle and tactful, but the rhythm is extremely complex and varied. The melodious sound of the melodious and changing tones plays a heart-warming movement.

The red willow babies who were hiding all cautiously came out of the bamboo forest, and they slowly showed their comfortable faces in the breeze listening to the sound of the piano, and closed their eyes slightly.

Ah Hong's attainment in music and rhythm is not low, and after learning the magic power of 岣嵄, he is able to integrate Zhenqi into music and rhythm with ease. Now, Ah Hong can perfectly play the magic sound that can make psychedelic people.

It's just that his magic sound is a little less of the anger brought about by the yin and evil, and there is no sadness when he played before, but a little more comfortable and peaceful. The sound of the piano could not make the people who heard the magic sound around them immediately lose consciousness and fall into a coma. But it can make people immersed in the sound of the piano and can't extricate themselves.

Mu Qingming walked to the tail of the black-scaled snake, looked at the giant python's sharp but not thin snake tail, and thought: "This guy even has such a thick tail, he won't have fat under his skin, and he will be oily when he cuts it." ”。

At the same time, Miao Tian took a boning short knife brought from the kitchen, walked under the seven inches of the giant python, looked at the shining black scales, frowned and asked, "The black scales in this life won't all be as hard as iron, right?" ”。

"No, it's just thick skin." Mu Qingming replied casually, he had already put the Falling Moon Knife against the black-scaled python's body, and said to Miao Yu behind him: "Prepare all the medicines, you really can't let it die." ”。

When Miao Yu nodded and squatted down, took out a lot of porcelain bottles from his sleeve, and put them on the ground in front of him one by one, Mu Qingming had already squatted down with the Falling Moon Knife, and gently swiped the blade against the snakeskin.

The Falling Moon Knife is not made of iron, and it is easy for a sharp blade to open mountains and crack stones, let alone a snakeskin? With a slight stroke, the python's skin will break and bleed.

Mu Qingming didn't dare to use force, for fear that he would be heavy, and cut off the whole tail of the giant python, and his strength was carefully controlled.

Under the melodious sound of the piano, the black-scaled python still closed its eyes and was napping, unmoved, and couldn't even feel the pain.

Although Ah Hong's piano sound is very different from Juexian's style, it can still control the sound of the piano, making people who listen to it drunk and dreaming to death, even the black-scaled python.

After Mu Qingming cut its skin, he slammed the Moon Falling Knife in his hand and stood up. Although the knife was dragged towards Miaotian's side, the tip of the knife traveled on the snakeskin, and a silver cold light slashed through, and as Mu Qingming flashed forward, it pulled a straight wound on the body of the black-scaled python.

In the blink of an eye, he was only a stone's throw away from Miaotian. Miaotian in front of him had already squatted down, holding the short knife in his hand backwards, and drew another cut in the place where the black scale python was seven inches under his finger. At the same time, the tip of the Falling Moon Knife in Mu Qingming's hand had already come to the wound left by the Miaotian Short Knife.

Miaotian, who had already let go, stepped aside, and after Mu Qingming also collected the knife in time, together with Miaotian, they tore open the wound of the black-scaled python, and immediately snake blood splattered high.

Ah Hong was still playing, and the black-scaled python still had its eyes closed, as if it was asleep. Let Mu Qingming and Miaotian tear open the wounds on its body with their bare hands, and they didn't move.

The black-scaled python, which was groggy in the magic sound, couldn't even feel the slightest pain. Even so, Ah Hong didn't dare to stop playing. He was afraid that as soon as the melodious sound of the piano stopped, the python would wake up from his drunken dreams and death, and he would have to go crazy with pain.

Even though he was already very tired, his ten fingers and arms were sore, and his forehead was also dripping with hot sweat on his green tendons, and he was dripping down, Ah Hong gritted his teeth and insisted on playing.

And Mu Qingming and Miaotian also seized the time to work together to tear open the snakeskin. Whenever the two of them carefully tore an inch, Mo Han and Miao Yu hurriedly took the knife wound medicine and the anti-inflammatory golden medicine to medicate the black scale python's bloody wound. And with the bandages he brought, he carefully bandaged the wounds of the black-scaled python.

It was only after a long time that they worked together to tear off a whole piece of snakeskin. And Mo Han and Miao Yu also worked together to carefully wrap the bloody wounds on the black scale python with bandages. It's like an ancient corpse that has just been dug up from the desert.

Miao Yu used the best knife wound gold medicine, and it was also mixed with precious muscle-building grass powder, which could not only make the black-scaled python stop bleeding in a moment, but also make the black-scaled python grow a new snake skin in three or five days.

In this way, after a few more days of cultivation, the black-scaled python will be able to move freely. It's just that as the snake's skin was skinned alive, the cultivation of this black-scaled snake was instantly damaged a lot.

And for a long time to come, this black-scaled python will no longer be able to call itself a great immortal.

Fortunately, fortunately, Mu Qingming only skinned it, and did not hurt its internal organs, and it was not completely peeled, the snakeskin at the end was still intact, and the lifespan of the black-scaled python was not damaged.

When the snakeskin was peeled off, Ah Hongcai on the other side stopped playing. The sound of the piano dissipated, leaving only the rustle of the wind and bamboo echoing in the heavens and the earth. The sleeping black-scaled python still hasn't woken up. Even the red willow babies who listened to the beautiful body of the piano for a long time unconsciously leaned on the green bamboo and fell asleep in the sultry breeze.

Looking back at Ah Hong, who was sweating profusely and had lost a lot of blood on his cheeks in prostration, Mu Qingming asked, "Are you okay?" ”。

"It's okay, Master." Ah Hong shook his head with a smile and looked at the huge snake skin that Mu Qingming was holding in his hands full of snake blood.

This black-scaled python is already huge, and the snakeskin it peels off is not small. Mu Qingming and Miaotian tossed for a long time before they slowly wrapped this large piece of snake skin, wrapping it like a silk horse that had not been unfolded.

It took Mu Qingming a lot of effort to get this snake skin that was still dripping blood into his sleeve.

"Miao Yu and Ah Hong stay and heal the Black Wind Great Immortal." Mu Qingming turned his head to look at his wife again and said, "We have to go to the ghost market quickly and find the great monk for help." This remake of the Hundred Illusion Map is inseparable from the masters in his ghost market. ”......

On the west mountain, in the dim dark passage of the Immortal Dao, the sporadic lights, under the slight swaying, the outer flame turned into a strange color of turquoise, illuminating the smooth walls a little blue.

The immortals of the Taoists, who were idle, were either sleeping, or gathered together in groups of three or five and began to play with the dice cup.

Liu Yang stayed in his stone room as always, silently flipping through the human skin evil book written by the ancestors of the Immortal Dao.

Just as Liu Yang was watching with interest, the closed stone door opposite was slowly pushed open from the outside by the disciples. With a light breeze, he rushed towards Liu Yang.

But when the breeze came to the stone case in front of Liu Yang, it was blocked by an invisible force. The breeze that hit this force was like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. And the light on the stone case did not even shake for a moment, and the fixed flame illuminated every word and every picture on the open human book on the stone case.

A big-bellied cultist with a meaty face, then strode in, stood in front of the stone case, and bowed to Liu Yang, who didn't raise his head: "Sect Master, we have done the human skin futon according to your instructions." ”。

"Show me it." Liu Yang still didn't look up, his eyes kept staring at the human skin book on the stone case in front of him.

Every word and picture on the tree has an invisible magic for Liu Yang, which can always attract his attention and gaze.

The disciple turned around in response, and after a while, he strode in with two disciples. The two disciples walked to the stone case, and immediately unfolded the human skin futon they were holding, and one of them took a corner and pulled the human skin futon in front of Liu Yang.

It is not the same as ordinary bedding; This human skin futon does not carry cotton silk, and it is exactly the same as the appearance of a human being. However, there is a vertical opening from the top of the head to the belly, which divides the front and chest of the human skin in two.

And the eyes and ears on the human skin have been sewn together by the Immortal Daoists with thin red threads, making this skin look even more terrifying and weird than the original. Every fine stitch makes it cruel and ruthless.

It's such a thing, people will be creepy when they look at it, especially under the faint light in the stone room, when you can vaguely see the red mottled blood stains in the human skin, it is bold not to be frightened on the spot. But in front of these immortal Dao evil people who are not people, they didn't even make them move in the slightest. And Liu Yang was the same, looking up at the human skin futon in his eyes, his eyes were completely indifferent.

For them, it seems that it has become a common habit. And they have long been numb to cruelty and weirdness.

"Well, it's not bad." Liu Yang, who was staring at the human skin futon, said lightly, and with a squint of his eyes, he saw a soul bound in human skin, and he couldn't break free after struggling.

The soul's facial features were distorted, its painful expression was mixed with fear, and it was still struggling hard to break out of the restraints of human skin, making its facial features distorted and squeezed together, still roaring at Liu Yang opposite.

It was this behavior of the soul that Liu Yang was proud in his heart, and after the excitement flashed in his eyes, he said to the disciples in a calm tone: "Very good, the three souls and seven spirits are all in the skin, take them to the container and put them on the body." Remember to put the hands and feet of the container into the hands and feet of the futon. ”。

The three disciples nodded in response, quickly put away the human skin bedding, and turned to leave. When they reached the gate, Liu Yang stopped the disciple who had come in before, and explained: "At least nine more human skins like this are needed, and one must be used every month, but the dragon lockers are keeping an eye on the city too closely, and the people can't move, so we still go to our former disciples, those who have been washed by Mu Qingming." Use their skins to make bedding for containers, you do it yourself, and don't even let him know. ”。

The big-bellied cultist with a meaty face slowly nodded in response.

Why didn't Liu Yang know about finding human skin? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.