Wanliu Waste Garden, between the tombs, there are countless breaths.

Those breaths were very light, but with a piercing chill, different from the breath of the demon powerhouse, and different from the dragon breath of the Xuanjing Dragon, which made it even more filthy.

This tomb is buried with the powerhouses of the Zhu family in the past dynasties, most of them are in the Gathering Stars Upper Realm, although the two Divine Realm powerhouses including Zhu Luo are clothed and mounds, they also have remnants of their divine soul fragments, as for those yin feelings, they come from the corpse poison on the white bones of those rotting corpses.

The starlight seemed to dim at this moment.

Those breaths gradually converged towards the hunchbacked dwarf, and were channeled into a jade bottle in front of him by the divine power he released.

The use of the most authentic divine techniques to collect the most filthy Yin Fragment Corpse Poison is not even recorded in the palace, because this method is too ancient and long-standing, and it may only be preserved in some places, such as some mountain gates of the Southern Sect of the State Religion, the Holy Maiden Peak or the Immortal Sect......

And if there are important figures of the Tang family present at this time, or they can still recognize it, the Great Array of the Emperor in Kyoto has a formation that is very similar to it.

As time passed, the sinister aura between the tombs became lighter and lighter, and all of them entered the small jade bottle.

The hunchbacked dwarf opened his eyes and looked at the small jade bottle in front of him, his eyes full of greed and excitement.

He carefully took the small jade bottle to his nose and sniffed it, obviously there was no taste, but his face showed an intoxicated look.

There was half a bottle of liquid in the small jade bottle, which was clear and transparent, like water, but relatively viscous, more like some kind of honeydew.

Fish sauce and rosin are both dew after death, and the same is true of the liquid in the bottle, which is the dew of the Yellow Spring.

The night is getting deeper, the starlight is flourishing, and the cemetery outside Wanliuyuan has returned to its previous appearance, no one can see that this place has been dug up, and no one knows that the soul corpse poison of the strong people of the Zhu family has been collected by incredible means.

The hunchbacked dwarf returned to the inn called Yanagijuku.

He was already very short, and with his head bowed and covered with a black hood, it was impossible to see his face at all.

After leaving the mountain gate, he has been living and walking in the deep mountains and forests, and rarely sees people, because he has some inferiority.

It wasn't until these days, when he learned to dress like this, that he felt a little satisfied.

This is what he learned from the other party after seeing the demon boss on the snowfield that night.

Walking into the back kitchen from the side door of the inn, he squatted out the window like a dog, looking at the sky on the courtyard wall, waiting for the morning light to come.

Behind the window came the sound of chopping shallots and the chef's whispered reprimand, then muffled by the fog.

He got up and walked into the kitchen, looked at the label on the food box, found the target, took out the small jade bottle, and dropped a few drops into the plate.

Today's breakfast in Liusu is the famous jade tofu of Hanqiu City, and the liquid in the jade bottle drips on it, which looks like honey, which is very appetizing.

The food boxes are quickly taken out of the kitchen and tagged to the appropriate guest rooms, so that guests can wake up in a good mood in the morning.

The hunchbacked thin man squatted back out the window, looking at the growing morning light, thinking about what would happen later, his eyes gradually narrowed, and he was in a good mood.

However, nothing happened.

The morning sun had leapt over the horizon, even over the low wall in front of him, and it was still quiet in the inn. He could hear the sound of washing, the sound of talking, and he could even hear the sound of the reward in Xiao Er's pocket, but he didn't hear the sound of the two people's hearts stopping.

The warm morning sun shone on his ugly face, as if the rust-colored pupils had shrunk into a grain of rice.

He walked back to the back kitchen again, looked at the food box in the shopkeeper's second-hand hand, and confirmed that the jade tofu on the plate had been completely eaten.

He tilted his head slowly, confused, and leaned over to the plate where there was only some juice left and sniffed it to make sure it didn't taste anything.

I don't know why, the shopkeeper doesn't seem to be able to see him at all, and the picture is very weird.

He said to himself, "Aren't you dead? How is that possible?"

The shopkeeper suddenly heard a sound in the air around him, and he was startled and almost screamed.

The reason why he didn't scream was because a hand full of black hair and scales suddenly stretched out from the air and grabbed his throat.

The hunchbacked dwarf appeared in his figure, looking at the shopkeeper with an expressionless face, and there was no human emotion in his eyes at all.

The shopkeeper had never seen such an ugly and disgusting thing, and he was so frightened that he kept struggling, but he couldn't get out of control at all.

The hunchbacked dwarf thought about it, and took out a drop of liquid from the small jade bottle with great cherishment, and dripped it onto the face of the shopkeeper.

In an instant, the shopkeeper's body stiffened, and he could no longer struggle, and a drop of dark spots appeared on his face, which quickly spread to all parts of his body.

In a very short period of time, a living person was transformed into a breathless, blackened statue, and died like this.

The hunchbacked short man observed the changes in the shopkeeper, and thought to himself that there was no problem, and his facial features were gathered together, looking particularly distressed.

A cool morning breeze blew in from the window, dissipating the residual fog in the kitchen, and at the same time turning the corpse of the shopkeeper into countless wisps of black smoke.

In the light of the morning sun, the black smoke soon became transparent and could no longer be seen.

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Nanke has already packed his luggage.

Chen Changsheng stood by the window, looking at the Hanqiu City under the rising sun, and finally felt that the city had some vitality.

But in the next moment, he felt a passing of life.

He didn't know where this feeling came from or why it suddenly came about.

There are countless living beings living between heaven and earth, and there are births and deaths of life at every moment.

He could feel it, and it only meant that the passage of life was related to him.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the southerner.

At this moment, Nanke also raised his head, and the eyes of the two met in the air, seeing the vigilance in each other's hearts.

Nanke's gaze shifted again, and finally landed somewhere on the floor in front of him.

Across the floor, you will go downstairs, and there is a room on the right-hand side.

Chen Changsheng's thoughts moved slightly, and countless sword lights appeared in the room.

The countless rays of morning light that came from the window suddenly lost their color and dimmed their brilliance.

Countless sword intents fell fiercely, and in an instant, the wooden floor disappeared silently, turning into dust and debris flying in the morning light.

Chen Changsheng and Nanke fell to the ground.

As soon as their feet hit the ground, the stone wall in front of them dissolved, turning into the finest powder and scattering in all directions.

The stone wall just vanished, revealing the picture behind the wall.

There are still chopped green onions on the cutting board, and the iron pot under the steaming drawer is still steaming.

Obviously, this is a kitchen.

In the middle of the kitchen stood a strange man.