Mutated Tao Chapter 211: Black scab rotten meat

"No!" Facing Bai Lingmiao's request, Li Huowang answered firmly.

Seeing the grievance on Bai Lingmiao's face, Li Huowang calmed down and explained: "There is no supernatural power at all, only extreme suffering. Believe me, compared with that kind of experience, throwing a hand is nothing. What."

If you want to get the gaze of Bazhen, you must suffer both mentally and physically.

Li Huowang has experienced it twice, and he knows what he needs to go through in order to reach that point.

He didn't want that kind of hopeless experience to happen to his companions.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that Chun Xiaoman would go crazy.

"Oh. I just feel sorry for Miss Xiaoman, losing a hand at such a young age...."

"Don't worry, I will find a way in the future. This world is so unreasonable, there is always a way to take her hand back."

Li Huowang didn't know whether to comfort himself or Bai Lingmiao when he said it.

Speaking of this, Li Huowang sniffed hard. "Did you smell it? Why does it smell bad."

"Senior Brother Li, you have some dead flesh on your body, of course it will stink if it rots."

"Rotten, smelly?"

Hearing the news suddenly, Li Huowang smiled, and he smiled sincerely.

The rot has returned, and in this world, the treacherous way of heaven has returned to normal.

Now that the rot has returned, a new idea appeared in Li Huowang's mind.

Since the rot is back, can the teacher come back to life? Li Huowang guessed wildly.

This may be wishful thinking, but it is really possible.

In this unreasonable world, after all, it is not surprising that anything happens.

At this moment, there was even a strong impulse in his heart, wanting to turn his head immediately and go back to Siqi Anci Temple to have a look again.

But impulsiveness is just impulsiveness, Li Huowang understands that he can't go back and say nothing now.

I just killed Peng Longteng. Unless I want to seek death, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Houshu in the past few years.

"The rot has come back, it came back by itself, and there are some existences that make the rot come back?" Li Huowang's thinking is gradually diverging.

In Li Huowang's mind, he thought of the black worm Bodhisattva that he saw in An Ci'an before, which was formed by dense blowflies.

Zhengde Temple burns incense and worships the flesh and blood Buddha, and those monks gain the supernatural powers of flesh and blood by doing that kind of thing with that pool of flesh and blood.

Ao Jingjiao sacrificed pain to Bajin in order to obtain various refined powers.

Does this mean that there is something responsible for the decay?

Does the disappearance of rot mean something happened to him? And does the reappearance of rot mean that he returns to his place again?

At this moment, Li Huowang's mind was thinking about these problems indiscriminately.

Thinking back carefully now, the strange death of the teacher back then was very strange. She was so powerful that she would die in a pigsty.

"Could it be that those existences are at war? The master is just affecting it?"

Almost instinctively, Li Huowang recalled Bai Yujing, those things in Bai Yujing.

Through the hazy Yak Gate, Li Huowang saw the things inside as if they were devouring something.

"Could it be them?" When he began to recall what he saw that day, Li Huowang's expression showed a trace of pain, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

"Brother Li, what's wrong with you?" Sensing something strange, Bai Lingmiao quickly grabbed Li Huowang's hand.

Li Huowang tried his best to interrupt his thinking, repeating it over and over again. "Don't listen...don't want...don't want..."

In order to force himself to give up thinking, Li Huowang quickly raised his head to look at Bai Lingmiao and said, "Where is the book? What about the "Fire Jacket Scripture"? It is the book wrapped in wax, quickly bring it here!"

Bai Lingmiao rummaged around for a while, and soon the "Fire Jacket Scripture" wrapped in transparent white wax was delivered to him.

As Li Huowang read the mantra in the book, the white wax was ignited and gathered into a group of gnats

It slowly climbed up on Li Huowang's scorched body, and healed Li Huowang's injuries.

It crawled very slowly, the superficial burns gradually replaced the deep burns, and the two kinds of burns gradually mixed together without distinction.

In the whole bullock cart, there is a pungent special smell.

The pain made Li Huowang heave a sigh of relief, he now needs pain to disrupt his thoughts.

I shouldn't think about those things now, those things have become a foregone conclusion, and they have nothing to do with me in the first place, those things are what big people think about.

What I should think about now is how to work hard to live.

Perhaps when I am strong enough, I will consider these again.

Suddenly Li Huowang thought of something, raised his neck and asked Bai Lingmiao, "Where is "Daqianlu"? It's the red bamboo slips."

The gnats that were on fire disappeared with the sound of Li Huowang's incantation, and suddenly scattered into a pool.

Hearing Daqianlu, Bai Lingmiao looked a little hesitant, but in the end she turned around and got out of the carriage.

With his keen hearing, Li Huowang vaguely heard the sound of arguments outside.

A few quarters of an hour later, Bai Lingmiao came in holding the red bamboo slips.

Li Huowang's whole body tensed and he exerted force suddenly, and he turned over amidst Bai Lingmiao's exclamation.

"Come on, tear off the black scab on my back, and stick that thing on my back."

Since my skin hasn't grown well yet, I can take advantage of this opportunity to cover my body with "Daqianlu".

On the day my skin grew back, Daqianlu was just buried in the skin.

In this way, you don't have to take it out and spread it out every time you use it, and the shot will be more unexpected.

Before, Li Huowang was still wondering why the hand three of Jingjiao had to hang "Daqianlu" on his chest.

Now he suddenly understands that since it exists, there must be a reason for its existence.

Bai Lingmiao obviously understood why Li Huowang did this, "Brother Li, do you really have to do this? It hurts so much, and if you do this, this "Daqianlu" will no longer be used by others."

Li Huowang nodded firmly. "Yes, this is what I want."

This time it was Chun Xiaoman who lost his arm, God knows who it will be next time.

"Daqianlu" is too easy to use, and someone will definitely follow suit. In this case, it is better to completely hide "Daqianlu" in one's skin, once and for all.

Bai Lingmiao bit her lip and did as she did, and as her extremely fair hands tremblingly pulled off the black scab on Li Huowang's back, Li Huowang's screams were immediately recalled in the bullock cart.

Under the black scab is the flesh and blood that is constantly oozing blood and tissue fluid, and the red Daqianlu is carefully spread out to cover it.

Li Huowang turned over again, with a pained expression on his back, pushing "Daqianlu" into his body.

After everything was over, it was finally time to come to an end. The exhausted Li Huowang wanted to take a good rest, and slowly closed his eyes, wanting to have a good rest.

Between half asleep and half awake, Li Huowang opened his eyes again and looked at Bai Lingmiao.

"Is there something on Peng Longteng? Did you take it?"

Bai Lingmiao nodded, "Gouwa said those nail pieces could be sold for money, so they were all carried onto the bullock cart, even the giant halberd."

"He said that even if this magical weapon is useless, it can be melted down and reforged in the future."

"Apart from the armor and the halberd on Peng Longteng's body, what else did you find from her?"