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Wu Chi held the Longevity Bone-Carving Flute in his hand, ready to play, but he was too excited and couldn't play a single tune for a long time even with the flute in front of his mouth.
"Hmph... What kind of magical artifact is this? How novel."
Su Feng chuckled softly, took a few steps forward, and grabbed the Longevity Bone-Carving Flute from Wu Chi's hand.
The latter still wanted to resist, but Su Feng only needed to give him a look to frighten Wu Chi into letting go and falling to the ground.
"you you……"
Wu Chi trembled all over, his mind blank.
Normally, he never feels fear towards anyone, and he never backs down or gives in.
But... the person in front of him is the culprit who killed his most respected and admired senior brother!
After the deaths of two senior brothers, Jiao Wuchi was filled with despair and had long forgotten how to write the word "resistance".
"This flute is quite nice..."
Su Feng held the Longevity Bone-Carving Flute in his hand and played with it.
The flute is only about an arm's length and two fingers' width wide, with a smooth surface that feels like it's made of bone... There's also a noticeable indentation at the front of the flute...
"Tianyan, analyze this."
If you have any questions, contact Tianyan.
'Analysis in progress... Analysis successful. Detailed information can be viewed in the properties panel.'
As expected of Tianyan, their efficiency is truly impressive.
Immediately afterwards, Tianyan's notification sound filled his mind again.
[Didi, 3499 vulnerabilities have been detected in the Eternal Life Bone-Carving Flute. Do you wish to perform simulation and patch them?]
'Complete.'
Su Feng answered without hesitation.
He would never give up the magical artifact he had acquired.
"You, what do you want to do?"
Seeing Su Feng stuff the Longevity Bone-Carving Flute into his Qiankun Bag, Wu Chi gradually regained his senses and anxiously spoke, crawling forward to snatch it.
But at this moment, he was missing a leg, had lost too much blood, and had been fighting with Uncle Jiu and Aunt Zhe for too long, depleting most of his physical strength and spiritual energy. He was simply powerless to pose any threat to Su Feng.
Su Feng simply flicked his hand, without even using any force, and Wu Chi was thrown aside, rolling several times on the ground.
"Sigh—" Su Feng sighed with slight disappointment.
Crushing an ant is easy, but he wanted a real duel with Wu Chi so that he could experience the power of the Corpse Refining Sect's evil arts and learn from it.
Unfortunately, Wuji, the leader, was killed, and Wuchi, who was left behind, lost all fighting spirit and was like a cripple, without any strength.
"Fine... I'll give you a quick death."
Su Feng no longer wanted to waste any more time, so he gathered some spiritual energy in his palm, intending to unleash Palm Thunder to end Wu Chi's suffering in one blow.
However, at that moment, Su Feng suddenly stopped moving.
It wasn't the sight of Wu Chi that softened his heart, but rather the completely different aura he sensed!
It came from behind!
"Are there any masters?"
Su Feng frowned slightly and looked back.
A figure slowly walked towards them from the intersection where they had come from.
"Ouch!"
With just one glance, Su Feng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Not even dead!
As you can see ahead, Wuji is slowly walking with a limp.
This was indeed beyond Su Feng's expectations!
Not long ago, this person had turned into a pile of rotten flesh, and even his intestines were probably snatched away by a bird flying in from the sky.
How could it revive after being smashed to pieces?!
What kind of evil magic is this?!
After the initial shock came great joy! It even made Su Feng somewhat excited!
This kind of evil magic that can bring people back to life is so rare!
"Brother!"
Wu Chi caught sight of the newcomer and immediately perked up, calling out to him.
But when he saw that Wuji was disheveled, shirtless, and had red runes on his skin, he turned pale with fright, as if he had seen something terrifying. He turned around and crawled backward in a flash!
Climb like a madman!
It was as if being even a second too slow would result in a terrible disaster!
Su Feng turned around and saw Wu Chi's insane behavior, and couldn't help but frown and become puzzled.
Why is this?
Is that old man in front of me really that scary?
"Eek! Help! Help!"
Wu Chi screamed and shouted in panic, but with one leg missing, he couldn't crawl far and could only tremble behind the tree roots.
Da da da--
The footsteps drew closer, and finally, the thin, withered figure, like a vine, appeared before them.
"Hehehe—" Wuji revealed a sinister smile, his murky black eyes fixed on Su Feng, "It's not over yet, hehehe—"
……
"Wife!"
"It's me, my wife! Don't run away!"
Jiang Dalong kept chasing after Michelle's back, stumbled and fell but quickly got up and continued to chase.
But the people in front showed no intention of stopping; in fact, they ran faster and faster.
Fortunately, the demonic infant's demonic energy was almost depleted, and it was unable to perform actions such as jumping or flying, giving the pursuers a lot of space.
"Wife!"
Jiang Dalong chased the figure deep into the dense forest, but when he came to his senses, he found that the figure in front of him had disappeared.
"What about people?"
Jiang Dalong looked around frantically, but could see nothing but lush greenery and the approaching mist.
The heavy rain blurred his vision, and the constant patter of rain made it impossible for him to hear the approaching footsteps.
Swah——
A pair of pale hands rested on his back and slowly wrapped around his neck.
Jiang Dalong looked down and saw the bracelet on the arm, immediately confirming the identity of the person behind him.
"Honey, it's me. Don't run away, let's go home, let's go home, okay?"
The people behind him didn't speak; Jiang Dalong only felt the cool air blowing in his ears.
That breath didn't seem to come from a living person at all; it was as cold and piercing as ice!
Just then, Uncle Nine and Aunt Sugarcane rushed out from the front.
"General! Leave immediately, there's danger!"
When the two caught up, they saw Jiang Dalong and "Michelin" standing close together.
"What are you talking about? That's my wife, Michelle. She must have been traumatized. She's fine now. Shall we go home together?"
Jiang Dalong smiled with difficulty, it was hard to tell whether he was laughing or crying, and whether the liquid sliding down his face was sweat or tears.
Uncle Nine could only hear his voice trembling.
Michelle, her face pale, leaned close to Jiang Dalong's ear, smacked her lips, and seemed to be saying something.
"This is bad!" Uncle Nine immediately sensed something was wrong. "The demonic infant is planning to control Jiang Dalong!"
Just like when he controlled the maid Ayu, the demonic infant wanted to use the same trick again!
"Junior sister, let's go quickly!"
At a command, Uncle Nine and Aunt Sugarcane, holding their magical implements, were about to rush forward.
But after taking only two steps, the two people who were "intimately connected" in front of them suddenly separated, and Jiang Dalong walked towards them in a daze.
"General?" Aunt Zhe swallowed hard and asked cautiously.
Receiving no response, Jiang Dalong slumped his head, staring blankly at him, his eyes unfocused and lifeless.
"Oh no! Save him! Don't let the demonic energy take over his brain, or Jiang Dalong will be ruined!"
Uncle Nine shouted anxiously, rushed forward in two steps, and quickly stabbed Jiang Dalong's acupoints with his magic weapon. He didn't use much force, just to induce vomiting!
The instant Jiang Dalong bent down, the thumb suddenly gripped his philtrum, flipped him over and pressed him to the ground, took out a talisman from his sleeve and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Senior brother, this talisman is already..." Aunt Zhe kindly reminded him.
"I know!"
Uncle Nine isn't stupid; he knows the talisman is already soaked, so normal spellcasting won't work. But what he needs is the chicken blood on the talisman!
As the chicken blood gradually seeped into Jiang Dalong's throat, his body began to convulse violently, and he started foaming at the mouth.
Fearing that keeping him on his back would cause him to choke, Uncle Nine quickly turned him over so that he could vomit on the ground.
As pools of black water were expelled, some color returned to Jiang Dalong's face.