jdhmnovel Chapter 392 This place needs a stroke of luck.
Chapter 392 This place needs a stroke of luck.
Outside the cave, Leng Moqiu laughed and unleashed a barrage of palm strikes, his powerful true energy transforming into giant palms that continuously pounded against the stone door, leaving behind enormous handprints.
Seeing this, Qiu Xiaosheng's expression became even more excited, and his eyes began to look to one side, appearing extremely frenzied.
It's almost there! Almost there!!
But the next moment, Qiu Xiaosheng's laughter stopped abruptly, and he froze on the spot.
Why can't I fight anymore?
The stone gate is already on the verge of collapse, so how come those few palm strikes just now seemed to hit the mountain and had no effect at all?
Qiu Xiaosheng was confused. He knew about the Blood Tower's defensive formation, which couldn't stop his demonic arts at all.
However, he did not continue his attack.
He had already sensed someone rapidly approaching this place. If the Blood Tower's guards saw him, even if he was one of the three demons of the Blood Tower, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to the Palace Master.
It was so close!!
Even though Qiu Xiaosheng was unwilling, he quickly withdrew his hand, his expression returned to calm, and he stood quietly in place.
In the next instant, three figures suddenly appeared beside Leng Mo, and when the three saw that it was Leng Mo, a look of surprise flashed across their faces.
These three were all patrolmen assigned by the Blood Tower to the back mountain to ensure the safety of the pharmacists on the mountain.
Of course, this is also a form of surveillance.
Entering the Blood Tower sounds glamorous, but in reality, the Blood Tower treats them as its private property, and they have no say in their own lives or deaths.
"So it's Elder Qiu. May I ask what happened here just now?"
A mountain patrolman cautiously clasped his hands in greeting to Qiu Xiaosheng and asked.
The three dared not show any disrespect to the cold demon before them, after all, he was a notorious demon in the entire Chaos City, and his perverted deeds could fill a book.
Qiu Xiaosheng stood in front of Ding Yi's cave entrance, then pointed to Ding Yi's cave and said:
“I just heard the commotion here. Things haven’t been peaceful in the city lately. You guys need to keep a close watch on the mountain.”
As Qiu finished speaking, an ugly smile appeared on his pale face.
Upon seeing this, the three patrolmen looked somewhat uneasy, but one of them quickly said:
"The three of us will definitely patrol the mountain carefully!"
Qiu Xiaosheng chuckled upon hearing this, then turned and left.
Only after Qiu Xiaosheng left did the three of them dare to look at each other.
One of them pointed to the cave dwelling next to them and asked:
"Is this the new pharmacist?"
"There's no mistake, there are only a few caves in this area."
The other person replied.
"Let's go, this is beyond our control."
The other person shook his head and then left the area on his own.
Seeing this, the other two also followed the man and quickly left the place. Throughout the entire process, none of the three thought of asking Ding Yi a single question.
Inside the cave, Ding Yi sat there listening to the sounds outside quietly disappear before standing up again with a blank expression.
After sending Pigsy back to his cave, he looked at his empty left arm, and a ferocious look appeared on his face.
"I'll remember your scent, you bastard, you just wait and see!!"
Ding Yi chuckled strangely, then reached towards his chest and pulled out the box containing his left arm.
pat!
As the box was opened, Ding Yi's left arm was exposed to the light of day once again.
Surprisingly, even though quite some time had passed, the skin of this arm was still fair and smooth, and even the muscles at the cut seemed to be slightly contracting, as if they were alive.
This phenomenon can also be attributed to Ding Yi's terrifying body-refining technique.
In fact, if he hadn't taken matters into his own hands, it would have taken quite a bit of effort to sever his left arm.
Ding Yi picked up his left arm, then lifted his robe and stuck the severed arm directly onto the wound.
The next moment, a burst of cyan light suddenly erupted from the broken end, and at that very instant, Ding Yi's fingers on his left arm twitched slightly.
As time went by, Ding Yi's left hand was able to make various movements, and after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Ding Yi was able to move his entire left arm.
He looked at his left arm with satisfaction, then shook it, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
Now everyone in the Blood Tower knows that he has lost an arm, so if he goes out under a different identity, it won't arouse suspicion from the Blood Tower.
After all, it's easy to change one's appearance, but it's not so easy to reattach an arm.
Perhaps some powerful medicines or secret techniques can regenerate severed limbs, but it is clear that even if a pharmacist has the means, he cannot accomplish this task in a short period of time.
Thinking about this, Ding Yi felt even more that his move was brilliant.
He even felt that if it weren't for the chaotic place, he could have completely outmaneuvered people.
"Dark Tower, Blood Tower, I want to see what you're up to."
Three days later, Ding Yi, now with a different face, returned to Chaos City.
The location of the Dark Tower's stronghold was no secret within the Blood Tower, so he quickly found it.
At that moment, a man with a sallow complexion entered a secluded attic.
After entering the attic, the man glanced around briefly before fixing his gaze on a child sitting in the corner.
He walked straight over and stood in front of the child, mechanically saying:
"I want to take over the mission."
The boy was sitting in the chair with his head down, but when he heard someone call his name, he immediately raised his head and met the man's gaze.
"Hehe, where did this unfamiliar face come from?"
Although Xiaotong looked like a child in both stature and face, his voice was eerie and hoarse, which sounded extremely strange.
Upon hearing this, the man took out a token from his pocket and flashed it in front of the child.
"So you're a fellow Daoist from the Blood Tower. Hehe, come with me."
The boy glanced at the token in the man's hand, then jumped off the chair and led the man deeper into the attic.
The two of them, one after the other, quickly passed through a strange light membrane and then entered a dimly lit room.
After the boy led the man into the room, he turned around and said:
"There are 732 tasks available this month. Which one do you choose?"
The man didn't speak, but said:
"have a look."
Upon hearing this, the child waved his hand, and countless beams of light flashed in the dimly lit room, revealing gleaming wooden plaques.
These wooden plaques, with small characters engraved on them, are being pasted one by one on the walls around the room.
The man quickly glanced around and then asked:
"I want to take three."
The boy was somewhat surprised upon hearing this, and then he asked:
"Which three?"
"Number 173 is looking for a person, number 189 is looking for an item, and number 377 is looking for the Ascension Ointment."
The child was somewhat surprised by this and couldn't help but ask:
"You seem to have a very good eye for finding things?"
The man didn't speak upon hearing this, but instead gave a strange smile.
"Don't ask questions you shouldn't, or I'll twist your head off."