Chapter 211: Black Scabs and Rotten Flesh

Chapter 211 Black Scab and Rotten Flesh

"No!" Facing Bai Lingmiao's request, Li Huowang answered with ironclad decisiveness.

Seeing the grievance on Bai Lingmiao's face, Li Huowang, having calmed his breath, explained: "There is simply no divine power, only extreme suffering, believe me, compared to experiencing that kind of thing, losing a hand means nothing."

To obtain the gaze of Ba Hui, one must endure dual suffering of spirit and flesh.

Li Huowang had experienced it twice already, he knew deeply what was needed to reach that stage.

He did not want that desperate experience to appear on his companions.

Otherwise, he was truly afraid Chun Xiaoman would go mad.

"Oh. I just feel pity for Sister Xiaoman, so young and already lost a hand...."

"Don't worry, we will find a way later, this world is so unreasonable, there must be a way to reattach her hand."

Li Huowang said, not knowing if he was comforting himself or comforting Bai Lingmiao.

Speaking to this point, Li Huowang sniffed hard. "Did you smell it? Why is there a stench."

"Senior Brother Li, you have some dead flesh on you, of course it smells if it's rotted."

"Rotted, stench?"

Hearing this news suddenly, Li Huowang laughed, he emitted a genuine laugh.

Rot has returned, in this world, that uncanny Heavenly Dao has returned to normal.

Since rot has already returned, a new idea appeared in Li Huowang's mind.

Since rot has returned, then could the Abbess also come back to life? Li Huowang guessed wildly.

This might be wishful thinking, but there really is such a possibility.

In this unreasonable world, after all, anything happening is not unexpected.

At this moment, even a strong impulse surged in his heart, wanting to turn around immediately, return to Four Qi An Ci Nunnery and look again.

But impulse was merely impulse, Li Huowang understood that besides being unable to return in his current state.

He just killed Peng Longteng, unless he sought death, otherwise within these few years in Later Shu, he feared he could not go again.

"Rot has returned, did it come back on its own, or is it said that certain existences made rot return?" Li Huowang's thinking gradually diverged.

Li Huowang's mind recalled, previously seen at An Ci Nunnery, the Black Worm Bodhisattva formed by densely packed green-headed flies.

Zhengde Temple was burning incense and worshipping that Flesh Buddha, those monks obtained flesh divine powers by doing that kind of thing with that pile of flesh.

And the Ao Jing Sect sacrificed pain to Ba Hui, to obtain various new transcendent powers.

Then does this mean, there is also some existence responsible for rot?

Did the disappearance of rot mean He encountered something. And did the reappearance of rot mean He returned to position again?

At this moment Li Huowang's brain wildly thought about these problems.

Now recalling carefully, the Abbess's suspicious death back then was very strange, so powerful yet she actually died in a pigsty.

"Could those existences be fighting? Was the Abbess merely caught in the crossfire?"

Almost instinctively, Li Huowang recalled inside White Jade Capital, those things inside White Jade Capital.

Back then across that hazy Gate of Yak, Li Huowang saw those things inside seemed to be devouring something.

"Could it be them?" When starting to recall the things seen that day, Li Huowang's expression revealed a trace of pain, breathing gradually became rapid.

"Senior Brother Li, what's wrong?" Bai Lingmiao, noticing the abnormality, hurriedly grabbed Li Huowang's hand.

Li Huowang struggled to interrupt his thinking, mouth repeating over and over. "Not listen... not think... not think..."

To force himself to give up thinking, Li Huowang hurriedly looked up at Bai Lingmiao and said: "Where's the book? The Fire Ao True Scripture? The book wrapped in wax bring it over quickly!"

Bai Lingmiao rummaged around nearby, soon the Fire Ao True Scripture wrapped in transparent white wax was delivered before him.

As Li Huowang chanted the spells on the book, the white wax was ignited, gathering into a cluster of slugs

It slowly crawled up on Li Huowang's charred body, treating Li Huowang's injuries.

It crawled very slowly, superficial burns gradually replaced deep burns, the two injuries gradually mixed together, indistinguishable.

Inside the entire ox cart, permeated a pungent special smell.

The sense of pain made Li Huowang breathe a sigh of relief, he now needed pain to disrupt his thoughts.

He should not think about those things now, those things have become settled, originally had nothing to do with him, those are for big shots to think about.

What he should think about now, is how to strive to live on.

Perhaps wait until he is powerful enough, then consider these.

Suddenly Li Huowang thought of something, propped up his neck and asked Bai Lingmiao: "Where is the Great Thousand Record? The red bamboo slips."

The burning slugs disappeared with Li Huowang's chant sounds, and suddenly scattered becoming a puddle.

Hearing Great Thousand Record, Bai Lingmiao's expression appeared somewhat hesitant, but ultimately she still turned and got off the carriage.

Li Huowang's keen hearing, vaguely heard the sound of arguing outside.

After a few quarter-hours, Bai Lingmiao holding the red bamboo slips came in.

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

"Come, tear off the black scab on my back, then paste that thing on my back."

Since now his skin hasn't grown well yet, then just can take this opportunity, to cover the Great Thousand Record on the body.

Wait until the day his skin grows well, Great Thousand Record just buried inside the skin.

This way later no need every time use still take out unfold, moreover attack also more unexpected.

Previously Li Huowang still puzzled, why Ao Jing Sect's Third Hand hung the Great Thousand Record on the chest.

Now he suddenly understood, since existence surely has reason for existence.

Bai Lingmiao obviously understood the reason Li Huowang did this, "Senior Brother Li, really must do this? So painful, and doing this, later this Great Thousand Record others can never use again."

Li Huowang firmly nodded. "Correct, this is the effect I want."

This time Chun Xiaoman lost an arm, next time heaven knows who.

Great Thousand Record too easy to use, surely someone will imitate, since so might as well thoroughly hide that Great Thousand Record inside his own skin, once and for all.

Bai Lingmiao bit her lip and complied, as her extremely white hand tremblingly picked off Li Huowang's back black scab, inside the ox cart immediately echoed Li Huowang's scream.

Below the black scab was flesh constantly oozing blood and tissue fluid, the red Great Thousand Record was carefully spread out covered on top.

Li Huowang flipped over again, expression painful pushed backward hard, pressing the Great Thousand Record towards inside his body.

After everything ended, finally could come to a pause, exhausted Li Huowang wanted to rest well, slowly closed eyes, wanting to rest well.

Between half sleep half wake, Li Huowang again opened eyes looking at Bai Lingmiao.

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

Bai Lingmiao nodded, "Gou Wa said those scale pieces can all be sold for money, all lifted onto the ox cart, even that giant halberd was lifted up."

"He said this divine weapon, even if unusable, later can also be melted down reforged weapons."

"Save for the armor on Peng Longteng's person and that halberd, was anything else found upon her?"

(End of Chapter)