Drunkards walked through the dimly lit streets, carrying half jars of bad liquor in their hands. The jar is the jar of one's own home.

On the night of the moon and stars, I don't know what kind of wine the gods on the bright moon will drink?

The drunkard raised his head, fantasized about the immortal brew of the immortals, and couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

He looked down at the inferior wine he was holding in his hand, touched the body of the jar, and felt the collision between the liquor and the jar.

Sell the field today, and sell another tomorrow.

Hahaha, drink and drink, happy like a fairy.

The drunkard smiled and walked home with the jar.

The slum is a haphazard place full of haphazardly built housing settlements. There are people who live in them, people who don't live in them, people who once lived in them, whole families who died there, all kinds of houses.

He was walking on the rotten muddy road on his feet, carrying half a jar of bad wine in his hands, and his mind was a skull and dizzy.

Turned, turned, turned, and then he fell.

The corpse of the lost head convulsed, blood and bad wine flowing on the ground.

He Shang carefully dodged the splashed blood, wiped the red liquid on the sword with a rotten cloth that had been prepared a long time ago, and dropped the piece casually.

The sword is really sharp. That scrap iron immortal cultivation sword has been completely reduced to scrap iron and completely turned into iron slag.

After lying in ambush for a long time, the man-eating beast finally waited for a passing prey.

The moonlight tonight was nice and played a good lighting effect. He Shang grabbed the oily hair and held the drunkard's head in his hand.

The silver moonlight illuminated the night, and He Shang looked at the harvest in his hand through this free light.

Middle-aged man, probably in his thirties. Drunk, full of inferior liquor. He didn't seem to have experienced any pain, perhaps thanks to the sharpness of the blade in He Shang's hand.

I don't pay much attention to the façade, and my hair is full of disgusting oil. However, this is harmless, because He Shang's search for a head is not used for decorative effects.

The broken neck was still bleeding, and He Shang took out a pre-prepared jar from the side and put it in it.

Close the lid again so that the smell of blood does not escape into the air.

Inserting the sword into the scabbard and carrying the jar, He Shang glanced back at the headless corpse, and walked away directly.

He Shang's shot must have been a relatively rigorous plan and had a reasonable hunting plan.

The location is an area far away from He Shang's residence, and the prey is a passer-by, which has nothing to do with him.

What is the most difficult case to solve?

The victim and the murderer had no connection, had never met, and had never been entangled in interests. This kind of case is the most difficult to break through.

He Shang knew very well that the murder was in the slums, outside the black wall. In the eyes of the official, the untouchables in the slum area are worthless gravel and gravel.

Will they bother to track down such a clueless case? Obviously not.

As for the gaze of the Immortal Cultivation Realm...... He Shang did not devour the corpse of that drunkard, which meant that he would not produce a dry corpse to attract the attention of the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

(Hey, are you really going to refine that kind of thing?) Centipedes and human heads are there.) Tut-tut, it seems that you have a heart that wants to do big things. ）

“...... Are you against it?"

(Hahaha!The greater the power, the greater the power.) You're stronger than those people, so you have the right to let them all die. Well, I don't stop you, I even remember that I gave you this recipe. ）

............

Purple spotted centipede, the formula has live centipede, human head and a variety of necessary auxiliary drugs. The finished product is said to be purple all over the body with black spots on its body.

He Shang did not doubt the correctness of the formula in his head, because this came from the end of the demon pupil.

The centipede was caught, and the poor worm squirmed wildly, its feet and limbs tapping at its skin. It tried to bite and devour to make He Shang let go, but it was destined to be useless.

Its actions were useless, but it got the results it wanted.

The hand let go, and it fell into a large black porcelain jar.

The porcelain jar contained a skull, as well as some strange black mud and sun-dried herbs.

The black mud exudes a strange unpleasant medicinal smell, pungent and slightly smelly. Inside the black container, there is a skull and many ingredients.

For some reason, He Shang looked at this scene and remembered the dish of stewed tofu with fish head.

The black mud can be seen as tofu, and the head in it can also be seen as a fish head, which is much like the alternative fish head stewed tofu.

Shake your head and banish the distraction from your mind. He Shang focused on the centipede and concentrated on refining the medicine.

I saw that the little thing was very uneasy, and it scurried around quickly, and drilled towards the place where it could cover its figure.

It quickly vanished and went into hiding.

He Shang looked at the little guy, then turned around and brought a big black crockpot.

Lift the lid to reveal the beautiful view inside. The dense centipedes wriggled inside the black clay pot, and the horror was so terrifying that some faint people would faint directly.

He Shang didn't have any fear of anything unusual, he took a pair of chopsticks from the side, stretched the chopsticks into the jar, and a centipede came out.

It was strong, about an inch long, and its black, dense red limbs swiped restlessly.

These centipedes were caught by him himself from the wild. The medicine for capturing centipedes is matched with purple centipedes to make a bonus pairing.

Easily grab a small half jar and solve the most troublesome ingredients.

The chopsticks came loose, and the centipede followed in the footsteps of its predecessors and fell into the big jar of stewed tofu with fish heads.

The centipede fell into the jar, and its dense feet began to move, escaping to the pile of medicinal herbs at the edge of the jar.

It is the second, but by no means the last.

The chopsticks in He Shang's hand danced quickly, and the third centipede was pinched out. This was followed by the fourth and fifth, and then more and more.

Until the black clay pot in his hand was empty, and the large vat of fish head stewed tofu was inhabited by many new residents.

Getting up and patting the dust on his body, He Shang looked at the inside of the cylinder, smiled, and closed the lid of the cylinder.

The cultivation method of the purple spotted centipede is similar to the witchcraft in the story, that is, the centipedes kill each other, leaving a few of the most powerful.

The last centipede, the most venomous centipede, is the purple-spotted centipede.