When the child entered the side room, he carefully closed the window tightly and began to look around. He was already familiar with the furnishings in the side room, and the child could see the objects on the floor at a glance.

The object was covered in canvas at the moment, but it was still recognizable as a humanoid corpse.

The child's eyes lit up, and every time a corpse was recovered from the village, it was sent away as soon as possible, and it was said that the corpse would bring bad luck. But the child didn't believe this, he had a secret book of cultivating immortals that his father had asked for from the immortals, and he knew some things that the people in the village didn't know, so he didn't fully believe the words of the adults.

The child cautiously walked over to the corpse and kicked it a few times with his toes, feeling a little stiff, as if he had been dead for a long time. The child was bold enough to carefully lift the canvas, but all he could see was the weeds and sludge hanging from it.

As the canvas grew larger, the full picture of the corpse was revealed.

The corpse was covered in dirt, looked like it was undressed, and there was not a single hair on its head except for a few wisps of grass roots. The contours of the face are somewhat blurred, but it is obvious that it is a human.

The child touched the corpse a few times, and it was cold and hard to touch, and nothing else was gained.

The child then took out his secret book of cultivating immortals, on which in addition to the text, there were also some picture albums. The child repeatedly compared the album with the corpse, muttering to himself.

"Hmm... This is the second pulse of Rendu, this is the Tanzhong acupoint, by the way, the dantian should be in this position. ”

The child finally found his target, and immediately took out the dagger hidden behind his waist. But when he really aimed the dagger at the corpse dantian, he was timid, and the hand holding the knife trembled a little.

"Big brother... You... Don't... Don't blame me, I... I just want my dad to live... Live a good life..."

The child stumbled and stumbled, took a few deep breaths, and finally stabbed with a knife. But the unexpected sound of entering the flesh did not come out, but only a "ding" sound was heard.

The child was startled, and the dagger in his hand was almost thrown out. When I looked again, I saw that the dagger had not pierced at all, and not even a trace had been left.

The child's eyes lit up: "It's worthy of the corpse of an immortal!"

The child's fears were gone, and he wielded his dagger with all his might, but he couldn't help the corpse.

The boy turned and went out of the side room, and when he saw that the woman had not returned, he quickly rummaged through the room for a sharp blade that might be used. His father was originally a hunter, and there were naturally many blades in the family. Subsequently, various murder weapons were found by the children in turn, and they kept waving on the corpse. But until he was so tired that he was half lying on the ground, he didn't hurt the corpse.

The boy sat on the ground with a sigh, and just as he did not know what to do, he suddenly remembered that his father had brought back a piece of animal skin a few years earlier, which, though broken, was used by the immortals.

"Could it be that the body of an immortal can only be opened with something used by an immortal? But how can this animal skin be opened?"

The child was hesitant for a while, but finally decided to give it a try. The hide was stored in his room, and he had played with it many times, but he couldn't see it.

When the child fetched the skin and walked to the carcass, he did not know where to start. The skin, in terms of size, was slightly larger than his palm, and it was full of cracks.

The child held the animal skin and repeatedly compared it to the corpse, constantly changing the various shapes of the animal skin, and the focus was of course on the position of the dantian. After no effect, the child began to gesture at other parts of the corpse, with slight changes as the skin moved to the corpse's face.

The child noticed that when the skin was adjusted to the right angle, a small bright spot would be reflected in the middle of the corpse's eyes, which would be very conspicuous in the dimly lit side room.

"Is there a treasure in it?" The child was instantly excited, and hurriedly took out the secret book of cultivating immortals to check, but unfortunately there was no record of this in the secret book.

The child carefully dug at this part with a dagger, but did not destroy the flesh of the corpse, and then took an embroidery needle, and after accurately finding this part through the small highlights, the embroidery needle actually went straight in.

The child pinched the end of the embroidery needle and stayed for a while, I don't know if it was caused by nervousness, but always felt a squirming sensation on the needle. The feeling was minimal, and it slowly faded away after a while.

A child's imagination is rich, and his desire to cultivate immortals makes him seem to have endless inspiration.

When he threaded the embroidery needle through the hide and inserted it between his eyes, the wriggling sensation reappeared, and it was far stronger than before. The treasure inside the corpse seems to have some connection with the animal skin outside through the embroidery needle.

Then, the feeling of wriggling became more and more intense, and even the animal skin with the corpse's face moved with it. The child had now loosened the needle and taken a few steps back. His heart was both expectant and afraid, and his eyes stared at the small bright spots on the animal skin for a moment.

At this moment, the appearance of the animal skin suddenly became blurred, and it seemed to show signs of melting. Immediately afterward, the skin slowly melted into the corpse's face like water, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone, but the small bright spot was still there.

The child suddenly felt that his eyes were a little uncomfortable, and involuntarily wiped them, but when he opened his eyes again, his vision was already dark. Then came his sense of smell, hearing, and touch, and after a moment the child had lost all sense, and lay on his back on the ground, whimpering for his life.

After a while, the light at the center of the corpse's eyebrows disappeared, but the closed eyes slowly opened.

Looking around, the corpse found itself lying in a dimly lit room, surrounded by several shabby clothes, apparently worn by children, and a book, which looked to be some years old.

The corpse examined its entire body, and its body was still stiff, but its arms were free to move. The corpse tore off a few pieces of the clothes around him, laboriously wrapped the sensitive parts of his body, and clipped the book around his waist, and then slowly crawled to the door.

The corpse nudged the door, but it didn't open, and when it tried again, it slowly opened. There was a sound of something snapping, and then a shattered lock fell from the door.

The corpse crawled out of the room and found a rudimentary mansion outside. The yard is small but very neat, and it is clear that there are people living here.

When the corpse crawled to the middle of the courtyard, the strength in its body had been exhausted, and it could only lie on the ground weakly.

A moment later, the sound of footsteps was heard, followed by an exclamation.

The corpse struggled to raise its head, and the last image in its eyes was a woman's incredible expression and fish and shrimp scattered all over the ground.

The bowl spirit fell into a coma for the second time.