jdhmnovel Chapter 569 What to Pay
Chapter 569 What to Pay
Liangcheng, Hefu.
There was no trace of the maids and servants who used to serve their master. The courtyard was so quiet that only the rustling sound of wind blowing through dead leaves could be heard, which exuded an indescribable weirdness.
In the main hall, He Fu, the notorious local bully, had lost his former brutality. He sat with his hands hanging down like an obedient apprentice, his fleshy face full of a flattering smile, his eyes fixed on the figure meditating in front of him.
He was a middle-aged man wearing a tattered Taoist robe, his hair casually tied up with a dead branch. The robe was stained with oil, but there was a faint smell of blood lingering around him.
On the beams on either side of him, two men wearing the blue tights of the Night Patrol were hung with thick hemp ropes.
These two people are exactly the two missing members of the Gui clan!
Both of them had their eyes closed at this moment, their breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, and a hollow copper tube was inserted in the soles of each foot. Dark red blood dripped down the tube and all flowed into the iron basin below, forming a thick layer at the bottom of the basin.
"You are such a lucky guy."
The man in Taoist robes slowly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse as a broken gong. He glanced at the two Night Patrol officers hanging on either side and continued, "These two are both accomplished practitioners. Today, I will use their essence and blood to forge your foundation. In the future, your cultivation will surely be twice as effective with half the effort."
He Fu was overjoyed upon hearing this. He fell to his knees with a plop and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you for your gift!"
His forehead hit the blue bricks with a dull thud, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.
The Taoist robed man raised his lips in a smile that seemed to be neither smile nor laughter, and said slowly: "I said that you and I are destined to be together. Since you have provided me with a place to stay, I will give you this good fortune."
The moment He Fu lowered his head, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
He still remembers that day.
This ragged man in a Taoist robe, emitting a sour smell, came to his house and said that they were destined to meet and could give him a great fortune.
But at that time, this man who couldn't even afford a decent Taoist robe naturally couldn't gain the trust of people like He Fu.
So, it was no surprise that He Fu regarded the man in Taoist robes as a swindler.
He Fu naturally would not be polite to this kind of person who was trying to cheat him. He immediately ordered his servants to drag the man in Taoist robes out and beat him up.
But what He Fu didn't expect was that when facing six tall and strong servants, this thin man in Taoist robes just raised his hand lightly, and the six strong servants shrank instantly, with all the blood drained out of their bodies, turning into six light skin bags.
However, He Fu was also a complete madman. After witnessing such horrific methods with his own eyes, he not only did not feel the slightest fear, but instead a fanatical excitement surged from the bottom of his heart.
Instead, he thought that this was the real ability of the man in Taoist robe.
At that moment, he instantly changed his original ferocious and arrogant expression, treated the man in Taoist robes as a guest of honor, and invited him into his house to treat him well.
The man in Taoist robes was not vague and taught He Fu a spell on the same day.
This spell was the same one that the man in Taoist robes used to defeat six servants alone in an instant.
It is called: The Art of Controlling Blood and Transforming It into Qi.
However, although the man in Taoist robe taught the magic to He Fu, it was not easy to master this magic.
To practice this magic, one needs to use the blood of living people. In order to practice this magic, He Fu even killed dozens of slaves and maids in his house in a heartbroken manner and used their blood to practice the magic.
However, He Fu seemed to have no talent for practicing this magic. Even though he had killed so many people and drawn so much blood, he had not even reached the threshold of the art of controlling blood and transforming it into Qi.
Until a few days ago, the man in Taoist robes came back and brought back these two people.
Although these two people had fallen into coma when they were brought back by the man in Taoist robes, He Fu was also a man of the world, and he could tell at a glance that these two people were extraordinary.
When He Fu heard the man in Taoist robe say that these two people were cultivators like him, he felt a little worried and regretful, fearing that he had provoked something he shouldn't have provoked.
After all, although He Fu is a vicious man, he is not a fool.
However, when He Fu heard the man in Taoist robe say that the qi and blood of people who practice cultivation would be more vigorous than those of ordinary people and more suitable for practicing magic, he instantly threw away the worries and regrets in his heart.
"come over."
The man in Taoist robes suddenly spoke.
He Fu didn't dare to delay and immediately stood up and walked to his side. Then, he turned around and skillfully took off his shirt, exposing his entire back.
Facing He Fu's exposed back, the man in Taoist robes reached out his hand expressionlessly, dipped the still warm blood in the iron basin, and then began to draw quickly on He Fu's back.
This was not the first time such practice had occurred. Every time, the man in Taoist robes would use the blood of living people to help He Fu practice magic.
But, there has been no effect.
However, this time, something was different. The moment the blood touched He Fu's skin, it suddenly became hot, like a red-hot iron rolling across his flesh.
He Fu only felt a burning pain on his back, and even wisps of white smoke came out, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh.
He Fu's face was twisted into a ball, veins popping out on his forehead, but he gritted his teeth tightly, not daring to even utter a muffled groan.
This kind of burning pain had never been experienced in the previous times of refining the technique. He Fu guessed in his heart that this time it might really work.
But as the man in the Taoist robe moved, the burning pain on He Fu's back became more and more severe, until the pain became so intense that even a fierce man like He Fu couldn't help but growl.
Seeing that He Fu's patience had reached its limit, the man in the Taoist robe stopped and said softly, "Let's stop here for today. You can go down and relax for a while."
He Fu let out a long breath, wiped his face with his hand, and found that his face was covered with sweat.
However, although he was in a miserable state at the moment, the fanaticism in his eyes became more intense.
Then he quickly bowed respectfully to the man in Taoist robes and retreated.
After He Fu left, the calmness on the Taoist robed man's face instantly faded, replaced by a sinister smile. He gently stroked the blood in the iron basin and muttered to himself, "I'm truly gifting you with good fortune, but if you can't withstand the backlash of this blood curse, don't blame me for cruelly turning you into a blood puppet..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked out the window, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Who is it?!"
A cold voice, like an ice-hardened blade, penetrated the wall.
"You captured my brother, and you still dare to ask who I am?"
"Boom—"
As soon as he finished speaking, the wall of the main hall exploded with a loud bang, and a figure in green tights rushed over like an arrow amidst the flying debris. The Qi waves surging around his body carried the momentum of destroying the world and rushed straight to the face of the man in Taoist robes!