Ren Qing thought to himself as he ran, if he wanted to silently attack the monks in the cave, he must cooperate with the magic technique.
This suddenly reminded him of the land. To be honest, it is really difficult for people to detect it.
And Ren Qing always felt that something was wrong with the land.
When everyone came to the open space outside the house, they saw pythons crawling nearby, and the bodies were carried elsewhere by the pythons.
Ren Qing's eyes turned, and he suddenly discovered that among the densely packed possum corpses, one possum was still moving slightly.
The living possum has turned into a human form, with only a few gray hairs on its back and its eyes looking extremely empty.
If Ren Qing hadn't been used to heavy winds and rain, he would have been frightened.
Thousands of rat corpses have the same appearance, and their expressions after death are all as if they were carved from the same mold, which is creepy.
Jiang Feng glanced at Ren Qing in surprise, the latter seemed to react faster than him.
What kind of magic has such vision?
Jiang Feng couldn't help but bend down to check. He noticed that the rat man had no intelligence at all, and his vitality was still passing away.
"Huang Ziwan, use toxins to stimulate his Niwan Palace and see if you can restore his intelligence."
Ren Qing took advantage of the situation and grabbed the rat man's body, ostensibly to control the other party, but in fact, he summoned the flow of information.
【???】
[Year: four o'clock]
[Shouyuan: one hundred and sixty-three breaths]
The rat man's lifespan is still decreasing, and he is about to run out and die.
"Caught it."
Huang Ziwan stretched out his index finger, and the nails immediately turned into dark green and stabbed into the middle of the rat man's eyebrows, directly piercing the thick skull.
The rat man struggled wildly.
If Ren Qing's physique hadn't improved significantly after being promoted to the Ghost Envoy Realm, he might not have been able to hold it down.
Huang Ziwan said in a deep voice: "It has no soul."
Jiang Feng explained: "Only when the main body of the rat mother dies, the clone will give birth to the soul."
Ren Qing secretly murmured in his heart, whether this soul has anything to do with the body is another question.
Jiang Feng stared at the rat man and asked with a chilling tone: "Who are you?"
The rat man's gaze seemed to be a little brighter, and he could only hear it muttering to himself: "Who am I? Who am I? Who am I..."
A large amount of blood gushed out from its mouth and nose, its whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and its skin grew wrinkles at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There are still eighty-five breaths left in longevity.
Jiang Feng said loudly: "Huang Ziwan!"
Huang Ziwan squinted his eyes, the color of his index finger became darker, and the poison was injected into the rat man's head, causing the latter's face to become distorted.
Seeing that the rat man's lifespan was about to run out, but without any clues, Ren Qing couldn't help but ask: "Are you a jailer?"
"Jailer, jailer..."
There were thoughts in the rat man's eyes, and the muttering in his mouth became louder and louder, as if he was trying to recall some fragmentary memory.
Jiang Feng and Huang Ziwan looked at each other. Although it would be a big trouble if the jailer was involved, the corresponding remuneration would also be greater.
"Ren Qing, you continue."
Ren Qing hesitated for a moment.
Since the land may be related to this matter, there is no need for him to conceal it deliberately, and besides, he has informed Song Zongwu in advance.
Ren Qing asked tentatively: "Jailer...land?"
The rat man's eyes were wide-eyed, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.
"Land... land..."
It was muttering in its mouth, blood flowed out of its facial features uncontrollably, its head expanded, and its skull cracked.
"I am not the land..."
The rat man's voice became heavier, making Ren Qing feel a little crazy.
"It turns out I am..."
Before he finished speaking, the rat man's lifespan was completely exhausted, and he turned into minced meat and exploded, leaving not even a complete skeleton.
As the Rat Man died, the remaining corpses began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only ashes all over the floor after a while.
Jiang Feng asked hesitantly: "Is it really related to the jailer?"
Huang Ziwan also had doubts: "There is no reason for the land to swallow strange objects. The risks involved are too great."
He doesn't know much about the land, and has only had contact with it in the disaster relief restricted area. The relationship between the two is not as good as that of Ren Qing.
It's hard to imagine that unrelated things can be connected.
Jiang Feng didn't know the land, but it was better to have a suspect target than nothing.
Ren Qing told the two of them exactly what happened, but concealed the separation of body and soul and only said what he heard accidentally at night.
The two suspect that the land is controlled by some magic.
"I saw Di Di in the Secret Pavilion a few days ago. His condition is indeed a little strange, and he even has problems with his memory."
Jiang Feng responded and said: "With the magic skills of the earth, it is not difficult to sneak attack the monks in the half-zombie realm in the underground cave."
Huang Ziwan said with a grimace: "The most important thing is to find out where the land is and what its purpose is."
"I will report it to the Jailer Hall. We are not good at finding people, so the tasks of the Mud Society may be taken over by other Jailers."
Ren Qing touched his nose. The division of labor in the jailer's hall was really clear. In contrast, the yamen servants had high risks and low returns.
"Just in case, Mr. Yan, please arrange a spell."
"Senior Jiang, the technique can only last for about three hours."
Yan Jun felt a little distressed. In fact, the python that the hair turned into could be recovered, but now hundreds of hairs have to be wasted.
After the pythons were all over the cave, Jiang Feng said, "It's okay, let's leave first."
Everyone went to the outside world through the tunnel that Ren Qing came through, and the rest of the roads had been blocked.
Under the bright sunshine, Ren Qing felt like he was in another world. It was hard to imagine that the members of the Mud Society had to stay in the small and deep underground.
"I'm going back to the Jailer's Hall first."
Jiang Feng took out the bone key and drew the doorway, then stepped inside.
Yan Jun also said goodbye and left.
Ren Qing looked at Huang Ziwan with confusion: "Old Huang, is the mission over now?"
"That's it for the time being. As for whether we want to follow up, we'll have to wait for the notification from Hades Crow."
Huang Ziwan took out his drink and took a sip. It seemed that he was not worried about the possible troubles that would follow. Instead, he was overjoyed because of the salary.
Ren Qing couldn't help but ask: "What is the salary for the mission?"
Huang Ziwan said with a strange expression: "It seems that Mr. Song has not made it clear to you, but his character is indeed like this."
"There is a special blood crystal mine in the Jailer's Hall. Although it is very hard, it is of little use, so it is used as currency by the Jailer."
He took out a red gem the size of a pigeon egg and shook it.
Ren Qing felt that the blood crystals were like drops of blood in a still state, and they could also smell a fishy smell. They should have been condensed by Ksitigarbha's blood.
"There will be a ghost market in a few days. If you are interested, you can come with me to have a look."
Ren Qing had an idea in his mind, it would be great if he could use this to obtain the materials for forging his natal magic weapon.
But what exactly is sold in the ghost market?
There are no rumors of heavenly materials or earthly treasures in this world.
Ren Qing asked Huang Ziwan, who smiled strangely and shook his head, but did not answer his question directly.
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