chsdbacks Chapter 162 Strange
Chapter 162 Strange
Footsteps crunched on the gravel. A faint black substance permeated the surrounding air; this was the source of the mist in Ghost Cloud Mountain.
In the chaotic crater, Wen Gaoyang, his clothes torn, knelt on both knees, his back ramrod straight. Zhang Ping couldn't see his hands from behind, but could tell from his slightly trembling shoulders that his hands were protecting his chest.
Martial artists are naturally perceptive, let alone those at the Marrow Transformation Realm. When Zhang Ping approached, his footsteps were made without any attempt to conceal them, but Wen Gaoyang seemed not to hear him at all, remaining kneeling stiffly in the pit, showing no reaction whatsoever.
The atmosphere was somewhat eerie. Even though Zhang Ping was confident that he wouldn't be in danger with his strength, he still felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but think of the strange kowtowing tree he had encountered on Ghost Cloud Mountain last time.
"Old man?" After a while, Zhang Ping called out, but Wen Gaoyang still didn't respond.
He walked around to Wen Gaoyang's front before he could see what the other person looked like.
His face was withered and aged to the extreme, exuding the air of death. Only then did Zhang Ping realize that Wen Gaoyang's hair was even whiter than before, dry and curly;
His eyes were tightly closed, his eye sockets were deep; his lips trembled slightly, and he seemed to be muttering something.
His hands were gripping a tree root as if performing some kind of ritual, one end of which was already embedded in his chest.
Through the tattered fabric, one could see that the bloodstains inside had long since dried and scabbed over, turning a deep black color.
Zhang Ping's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously took two steps back, pushing his senses to the limit, wary of any movement around him. After confirming for a moment that there was nothing unusual, he carefully stepped forward to touch Wen Gaoyang, only to find that the other party still had a sliver of life and had not died.
Without further hesitation, Zhang Ping mobilized his qi and blood to swirl Wen Gaoyang, then turned and rushed outwards.
I can't come to Ghost Cloud Mountain again, it's too eerie!
He had initially thought it was just a small, oddly-looking hill, but now it seemed things were not so simple.
The sealing of Shanze's heart here was probably intentional. Now that even Wen Gaoyang, who has reached the Marrow Marrow Realm, has met with misfortune here, it's best to avoid it as soon as possible.
He flew through the air without stopping for a moment, following the old path of the Ghost Heaven River to a city within the territory of Taiwu Prefecture, before landing directly in the city's Demon Extermination Division. The warriors guarding the city, seeing someone descend from the sky, immediately went to meet him.
"I am Mo Feng, greetings, sir!" Mo Feng had never met Zhang Ping before, but he felt that the young man's ability to fly was undeniable.
He glanced again at Wen Gaoyang, who was being supported by qi and blood, and initially didn't pay much attention, but when he looked again, he was suddenly stunned: "Elder Wen?!"
"Go and gather the best healing medicines." Zhang Ping didn't waste any more words.
"Yes!" Mo Feng hurriedly ran to the storeroom, not forgetting to call others over to help.
Two days later, in an elegant room, Zhang Ping sat on the edge of the bed.
Wen Gaoyang lay on the bed, covered with a thick quilt.
The weather was gradually turning cooler at this time.
Zhang Ping discovered that Wen Gaoyang's qi and blood were extremely weak. Due to the loss of qi and blood after years of cultivation, his physique was not much better than that of an ordinary person.
Even if he survives, his cultivation level will definitely be lost, and he will only be able to live an ordinary life in the future. His lifespan will probably only be two years left.
At this moment, Zhang Ping held a seemingly ordinary tree root in his hand, his expression inscrutable.
The relevant information also appeared on the panel in front of them.
【Demon Sky Tree Root: The remnant root of the ancient Demon Sky Tree, which once carried the power of the Demon Sky Tree, but has now been completely exhausted】.
The Demonic Sky Tree? Could it be the strange ancient tree we encountered before?
Zhang Ping frowned, the image of the strange ancient tree he had seen earlier, which had attracted strange beasts to kowtow and worship around it, flashing through his mind.
Considering the way Wen Gaoyang knelt down when he found him, what's even more intriguing is that he discovered the wound on Wen Gaoyang's chest was actually caused by him poking it with a tree root.
He noticed this the moment he first saw Wen Gaoyang holding the tree root on the mountain, and that's why he felt a chill down his spine.
The power to drive a Marrow Marrow Realm expert to suicide, even if the opponent was already injured, is truly unimaginable.
Looking back, I was really lucky that I accidentally wandered into the area of that tree and wasn't affected.
Judging from the large crater at the scene, the tree was gone, its whereabouts unknown. Zhang Ping made a mental note of this, shook his head, and muttered, "I hope I never run into it again."
Knock, knock, knock—there was a knocking sound at the door.
"Come in!"
The door creaked open as Mo Feng entered, carrying a sandalwood box.
"My lord, this is the best healing medicine we found in the storeroom. I have already sent a message to the Demon Extermination Division branch in the rear city, asking them to send someone over."
He was very respectful to Zhang Ping, and as he spoke, he placed the wooden box on the table.
Zhang Ping nodded, raised his hand, and the wooden box flew into his hand. Opening the box, he found a pill the size of a longan. As soon as it came into contact with the air, a delicate fragrance wafted into his nostrils, with a very refreshing scent.
But after glancing at the unconscious Wen Gaoyang, he frowned and asked, "He's unconscious, how can we give him medicine?"
The secret medicines in this world don't have those strange effects that melt in your mouth; some need to be taken with water, and some need to be chewed.
"Please wait a moment, sir!" Mo Feng slapped his forehead, clearly realizing his oversight.
He immediately ran out and brought in a cup of water, put the pill in the water, and it dissolved quickly. Zhang Ping didn't do anything, but watched as Mo Feng fed the medicinal soup to Wen Gaoyang.
After feeding him the medicinal soup, half a day later, Wen Gaoyang's withered face gradually regained color, and his breathing became more steady and powerful. Seeing this, Zhang Ping nodded; it seemed the secret medicine was indeed effective.
Seven days later, it was already late autumn.
The weather grew increasingly cold, and a heavy rain began to fall that day. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the strong wind made the wooden windows creak.
Zhang Ping wasn't in the room; he had gone to other cities to gather information. In the dimly lit room, only Wen Gaoyang lay on the soft bed. No candles were lit, and even the glowstones had been removed after dawn.
Wen Gaoyang's previously still body suddenly moved, as if he were having a nightmare, and began to struggle.
First, her breathing became rapid, and heavy panting echoed in the quiet room, occasionally mixed with the sound of raindrops hitting the window.
Suddenly! The person on the bed opened their eyes wide, their eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets!
His body began to convulse, his arms and legs repeatedly rising and then slamming heavily onto the bed with a thud.
My stiff neck tried to tilt upwards, but it felt like something was pressing down on it, and no matter how hard I struggled, it was no use.
Soon, his eyes began to bloodshot, and blood vessels spread across the whites of his eyes. His eyes, which were originally clear and distinct, gradually turned completely red.
"Leave...leave me..." His parched lips suddenly moved, and a faint sound escaped from them.
But at this moment, there was no one else in the room except him.
A sudden clap of thunder flashed across the sky, and the lightning shone into the room through the wooden window lattice. In the brief moment of light, one could see that Wen Gaoyang's face was filled with fear.
What is he afraid of? And what is he trying to drive away?
"Achoo! This damn downpour!" The man guarding the courtyard gate sneezed. His cultivation level was not high, only at the Skin Tempering Realm. At this moment, the rain, blown sideways by the wind, soaked half of his body, and the cold wind made him feel a bit unbearable.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. He glanced back at the somewhat blurry doorway and started to think of an excuse to go in and check on things to avoid the rain.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when he ran quickly through the rain.