Yang Zhu had some difficulty breathing, and his face quickly turned red from holding back, but when he looked at Wang Xianrui, a hoarse and frightened voice still came out of his throat.
Wang Xianrui did not let go. He looked at Yang Zhu and said, "You should answer my question first."
"It's Lord Demon Sect."
Yang Zhu's body began to twitch slightly due to extreme fear and lack of oxygen. He was not a practitioner that could be described as outstanding. Before he received the teachings from Lord Demon Sect, he was mediocre to the extreme. His pride
His confidence lies entirely in the skills taught to him by the Demon Sect. However, at this moment, Wang Xianrui gave him the feeling that he was a weirder beast than he was, an existence that could treat him as food.
"Master Demon Sect?"
Wang Xianrui's eyes narrowed slightly unconsciously, and he unnaturally swallowed the bloody smell that rushed to his lips and teeth, "How many practitioners are there like you? What kind of skills are you doing?"
"I have no idea."
Yang Zhu couldn't shake his head, and his Adam's apple was surging with difficulty. He slightly pushed away Wang Xianrui's palm to give him some breathing space, "I don't know how many people he passed on, and there is no connection between us.
This technique can refine some usable spiritual energy from the person you just killed and condense it into true essence."
"Killing and refining" Hearing such words, Wang Xianrui felt an indescribable taste in his heart. He felt his mouth taste even more bitter, "What is the difference between practicing this kind of technique and eating people?"
Yang Zhu was speechless.
He was speechless because Wang Xianrui's hand tightened even harder, suffocating him, but the main reason was that there was something wrong with his body.
There are no signs.
The remaining true energy in his body suddenly began to decompose.
The true energy that originally brought a wonderful taste to him suddenly began to disintegrate and turned into streams of air.
These air currents traveled and dispersed in his body like countless thin snakes along his meridians.
Everywhere he passed was like the passing of winter.
His body began to become stiff.
Wang Xianrui felt this change keenly, and he looked at Yang Zhu in shock.
An indescribable grayness instantly appeared on Yang Zhu's skin. This feeling was like a piece of white paper being smeared with light ink on the back, and then the ink was about to seep out from the front.
In the next moment, some black spots appeared on Yang Zhu's skin.
These spots are very similar to age spots on very old people, but they exude a rotten smell, more like corpse spots.
There was a "bang" sound.
Yang Zhu's body fell heavily on the deck.
Wang Xianrui looked at his hands in disbelief. He had just hesitated whether this was some kind of secret method of Yang Zhu's technique. However, the kind of real death was generated in his hands, as if he was holding a catfish that was dying quickly.
The feeling made him let go and retreat almost out of his control.
He looked at his hands, convinced that it was not his problem.
"how so!"
Yang Zhu struggled painfully and shouted such words again.
In addition to fear, there was also unspeakable doubt in his voice.
Then his eyes lost sight.
He just felt that his body was getting colder quickly, and something colder and thicker was flowing down his face.
A horrified cry rang out.
Wang Xianrui also took a few steps back in shock.
Yang Zhu's eyes were like those rotten grapes that suddenly festered and leaked black juice.
Large areas of black corpse spots appeared on Yang Zhu's body, and then Yang Zhu's breathing stopped and he died.
"It's none of my business."
Wang Xianrui said this almost subconsciously.
He wanted to vomit.
This was actually his first time killing someone.
This man died so horribly.
But he was very sure that this person had a problem with his own skills.
"This technique of the Demon Sect has its own problems."
Such a voice sounded clearly in his mind.
Then he couldn't think anymore.
He bent over and vomited it out.
He vomited violently, and his stomach twitched, making him feel like he was about to vomit out his stomach. The pain from the needles in his meridians reminded him that his own skills were not perfect.
It's also very problematic.
"This man is one of the legendary murderers. He originally wanted to kill everyone on the ship. You should have heard his words. I saved your lives. Someone is chasing me, so someone asked, what is your last choice?
It’s best not to tell anyone anything about me, it’s best if you can make up a random story about someone who killed this murderer.”
He persisted in saying these words, then turned around and jumped into the river, not daring to look at the horrific body anymore.
Of course, he didn't expect the people on the ship to be able to keep secrets for him, but maybe they could buy him some time to escape further.
The river is not very wide.
He came ashore quickly.
When he stepped into a forest by the river, his face had turned very pale.
Puff puff puff followed by several soft sounds, and the thin needles in the meridians in his body were forced out of his body.
His body was trembling slightly.
In his perception, many meridians in his body that had expanded to an astonishing degree began to shrink sharply.
With a sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His blood was covered with black threads. Those black threads were like thick hair condensed together, which looked extremely weird. But within a few breaths, these black threads made a hissing sound and then turned into strands.
The black arrogance and his blood are separated.
The black color in his blood completely disappeared, and it was no different from ordinary people's blood. The scarlet blood exuding heat began to slowly condense among the grass blades.
The boatmen and merchants on the ship were also trying to dock the merchant ship as quickly as possible. The battle between the practitioners and all the changes before Yang Zhu's death were too scary for these ordinary people.
These experienced boatmen were unable to maintain emotional stability and could not even keep the boat stable and approach the river bank smoothly when docking.
The ship made a dull sound as it collided with the hard mud bank, and the ship's hull shook violently, causing Yang Zhu's body on the deck to slide to the side of the ship, causing the boatmen and merchants to scream in horror again.
The short-lasting battle between Yang Zhu and Wang Xianrui was extremely special, but no practitioners had arrived yet, so naturally it would not attract the attention of the practitioner world.
On the bank of a large river in Jiankang City, a man in purple brocade read the secret note that had just been delivered to his hand, and his eyebrows were raised like two small swords.
The news that the useless people in Jiange had been ordered to escape was still spreading in the Southern Dynasties.
Some noble people felt that it had nothing to do with them and just ignored it. Some noble people, like Chen Jinru, were just surprised and had a mild reaction. But some people's reactions were completely different.
For example, this powerful man.
In his opinion, many people even paid the price of their lives to keep the locks of Jiange locked up, so how can we forget about it now?