nycdaug Chapter 405 Who's the same kind of person as you!
Chapter 405 Who's the same kind of person as you!
Leng Mo was startled by the sudden sound. He turned his head and found that Pharmacist Ding was standing behind him at some point, looking forward just like him.
"Grass!"
Leng Mo's expression froze for a moment, then his slender tongue instantly retracted into his mouth, and his face returned to calm.
"So it's Pharmacist Ding. Still wandering around this back mountain so late?"
Leng Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, but his hand quietly reached behind him.
His magical treasure was still in his stomach, and he didn't have time to vomit it out. He could only think of taking out the hidden weapon from his belt to launch a sneak attack.
The sudden appearance of Ding Yi made him realize that something was wrong with this person; it was a feeling that came from years of killing.
This Pharmacist Ding is definitely the same kind of person as him!
Ding Yi, however, seemed oblivious to Leng Mo's subtle actions. He was focused on looking towards his own cave, a strange expression on his face.
"Ah, Elder Qiu, the direction you were looking just now was my cave dwelling. You wouldn't be here looking for me, would you?"
No sooner had Ding Yi finished speaking than the Cold Demon roared and unleashed a beam of cold light that shot towards Ding Yi's chest.
"I knew you had something going on a long time ago, stop pretending! We're all the same kind of people! Hahahaha!!!"
"Fuck you, who's like you!"
Ding Yi slapped away the two beams of cold light rushing towards him, then took a step forward and charged directly in front of Leng Mo.
"You pervert! I let you go once, but you just had to come back again!!"
"Why?! Tell me why?!"
Ding Yi grabbed Leng Mo by the neck and lifted him into the air like a chick, shaking him around.
"Ugh...."
The immense force caused Leng Mo's eyes to roll back, and he seemed about to faint at any moment.
But the next moment, Leng Mo's eyes, which had been rolling back, suddenly returned to normal, and he grinned at Ding Yi before opening his mouth towards him.
The scarlet tongue flew towards Ding Yi's neck like lightning, its speed and timing revealing its viciousness.
But then, Leng Mo was shocked to find that the long tongue that had always been so effective struck Ding Yi's neck as if it had hit a metal plate, and the pain made his eyes twitch.
Ding Yi looked at Leng Mo, chuckled, then grabbed his tongue and pulled hard.
puff!
The long tongue was pulled out by the root without any resistance, and the Cold Demon spat out a large amount of black blood, his whole body trembling as if he had been electrocuted.
Ding Yi casually tossed the tongue in his hand aside, looked at the trembling Cold Demon in front of him, and then walked towards him.
But the cold demon suddenly rolled over and spat out a cloud of black smoke at Ding Yi.
This was Leng Mo's trump card, a soul-path scripture he cultivated, the Hundred Demons Devouring Heart Scripture.
This technique specifically targets the soul. Ordinary cultivators who are caught in this black aura will have their souls instantly dissolved, turning them into a living dead.
But at that very moment, a black wooden barrel suddenly rose straight up from behind Ding Yi's head, and instantly cast down thousands of golden rays, firmly protecting Ding Yi inside.
Ding Yi looked calmly at Leng Mo, then let out a strange, chuckling laugh.
He had been waiting for Cold Demon to make this move!
"You're from the Buddhist Palace?!"
When the cold demon was illuminated by the golden light, he felt a sharp pain all over his body and finally cried out in surprise.
Ding Yi stood in the golden light, but let out a cold laugh:
"That's right, I am from the Buddhist Palace!"
After saying that, Ding Yi chuckled, charged towards Leng Mo despite the demonic energy, and threw a punch directly at him.
The punch created a sonic boom and struck Leng Mo directly in the abdomen, causing Leng Mo's eyes to widen and his entire body to curl up like a shrimp.
Then Ding Yi grabbed Leng Mo by the hair and dragged him toward the depths of the back mountain.
On the way, the cold demon seemed to sense Ding Yi's thoughts. He frantically pounded Ding Yi's arms and back, but Ding Yi was completely unaffected and didn't even change the speed of his steps.
"You monster, what are you hiding here for?!"
The Cold Demon screamed, trying desperately to leave clues around him, but Ding Yi was dragging him too fast, leaving only deep scratch marks on the ground.
Ding Yi dragged the screaming Leng Mo three or five miles away before throwing him to the ground, and then slowly pulled the nuclear sword out of his chest.
The nuclear-powered choir doesn't have enough members; it's time to add one more.
"This sword!?"
Leng Mo's pupils contracted as he watched Ding Yi suddenly draw the nuclear sword.
This strange, door-like object has caused quite a stir in Chaos City these past few days, so he naturally recognized it.
"So it was you..."
Leng Mo muttered to himself, and then Ding Yi slashed out with his sword, instantly turning Leng Mo into a pile of minced meat.
Ding Yi flicked the blood off the nuclear sword, looked at the pieces of flesh in front of him, and immediately showed a puzzled expression.
Why is it not showing up?
Ding Yi pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and quickly opened his mouth and spat out a ball of spiritual fire, which landed directly on the clump of minced meat.
At that moment, a piercing scream rang out from the shredded flesh.
A blurry, bluish figure suddenly emerged from the mass of flesh, baring its fangs and claws as it tried to grab Ding Yi.
Looking at the figure's appearance, it bore a striking resemblance to the Cold Demon, which surprised Ding Yi.
This is the first time I've encountered a case where the soul hasn't dissipated after the physical body has died.
Ding Yi stood coldly in front of the figure. The golden light from the sword bell floating above his head rapidly expanded, instantly enveloping the figure.
The next moment, a slight burning sound rang out in front of Ding Yi, and the figure quickly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.
[You have slain the immortal of the Blood Tower, your lifespan increased by 758 years and 13 days.]
Ding Yi looked at the prompt in front of him, and his heart finally relaxed a little.
That was close! If I hadn't given him a heads-up, I almost would have been fooled by this guy!
No wonder people often say that if you kill someone, you should destroy the evidence. Now that I see it, Ding Yi thinks these people are not cautious enough. They didn't even set a fire.
Ah, thanks to my meticulousness, a disaster was averted.
Ding Yi looked at the charred powder in front of him and muttered something to himself.
Afterward, he looked around again, cleaned up the traces, and then walked back to his cave along the path he had just taken.
The next day, Ding Yi's cave was knocked on again.
When Ding Yi opened the stone door, he found the new steward who had just arrived yesterday, and he remained silent.
Today, Yan Buyu was frowning, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ding Yi open the door.
"I'm relieved to see you're alright."
Without uttering a word, he began to speak.
Ding Yi pretended to be puzzled and asked:
"What does Manager Yan mean by this?"
Yan Buyu continued:
"Elder Qiu's death yesterday probably happened in this area."
Upon hearing this, Ding Yi's face lit up with joy, and he said with a smile:
"That old devil is dead? Hahaha!"
Yan Buyu stared intently at Ding Yi. Upon hearing his words, he raised an eyebrow and said:
"I heard that Elder Qiu and Pharmacist Ding have some grudges, but Pharmacist Ding, you can't show this reaction in front of others."
Ding Yi frowned and said directly:
"Why not? I'd be happy if he died. What, do I have to pretend to cry?"
Yan Buyu shook his head slightly and said:
"Elder Qiu has a very powerful background, and many people are on his side. Well, it's good that you're alright. I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, he bowed to Ding Yi again without saying a word, and then left.