Chapter 30

It's Shen Lang!

It's that Shen Lang who was just scolded by him until he was covered in dog blood...

Deng Jianchen's mood immediately became extremely complicated.

"But... how did this kid get over here? He was the farthest away from me..."

Not just him, but Shui Qingwu and Uncle Zhou also had no idea how Shen Lang managed to rush over. This speed was simply too terrifying.

"Devil Blade Opens Heaven, Power Breaks the Universe! Die!" Shen Lang shouted coldly, raising his long sword and slicing the approaching spirit corpse in half with one stroke.

Everyone was overjoyed. With this, two spirit corpses were eliminated, and the chances of survival were clearly much greater.

Only Deng Jianchen, who was closest to Shen Lang, saw through the faint light of the moonstone that blood was gushing from Shen Lang's arm, flowing down his arm, onto the long sword, and dripping to the ground.

"He used some kind of secret technique to burst his potential..." Deng Jianchen was startled.

At this moment, Shui Qingwu screamed on the other side...

"Ah!"

Just as Uncle Zhou was showing a look of wild joy, he heard Shui Qingwu's scream and turned around, instantly terrified!

He saw that the spirit corpse that had been chasing Shen Lang was now rushing toward Shui Qingwu at an incredible speed, and it was about to engulf her in a whirlwind!

"Explosion!"

Shen Lang shouted lightly, his figure shooting out like an arrow, instantly rushing to Shui Qingwu's side, grabbing her waist, and leaping into the air!

"Clap clap!" He carried Shui Qingwu, leaping over the green stones and large trees, finally putting some distance between them and the spirit corpse.

Shui Qingwu looked at Shen Lang, who was holding her, in a daze, completely forgetting her previous fear.

"Damn, this spirit corpse won't get dizzy even after spinning for so long?" Shen Lang cursed, still in the air, and slashed horizontally with his sword, slowing down the whirlwind of the spirit worm a bit.

Then he landed with Shui Qingwu, gently put her down, and without hesitation, gripped the sword with both hands and slashed down with a simple, direct, and powerful stroke.

"Divine Blade Suppresses Hell, Plucks Stars and Swallows the Moon!"

The overwhelming blade intent spread, making the other three change their expressions.

The thunderous sound at that moment was like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking!

A blinding blade light illuminated the night sky, as if cutting through the darkness, slicing right through the center of the whirlwind.

"Roar!"

The inhuman howl made everyone's eardrums hurt. The whirlwind suddenly stopped, and a disgusting brownish liquid spurted out, the centipede-like head of the worm slamming heavily to the ground.

"This guy's one stroke is so terrifying!" Uncle Zhou and Deng Jianchen were both stunned.

At this moment, Shen Lang moved again after delivering that one stroke...

However, it was not another stroke as everyone imagined, but he raised his left hand and threw a powder-like substance, which landed exactly on the wound on the spirit worm's head!

The powder, upon contact with the spirit corpse's blood, immediately "sizzled" and emitted a large amount of black smoke.

As the black smoke rose, the spirit worm's originally dark brown, strangely glowing carapace suddenly turned red, cracking in patches, and it began to roll on the ground continuously.

"It's over!"

Only then did Shen Lang deliver his second stroke.

This stroke was simple and casual, just like an ordinary one.

The blade light flashed, and the spirit worm's head was severed from its body, twitching on the ground for a moment before dying completely.

"Whoo!"

The remaining spirit corpse, which was being held off by Uncle Zhou, let out a strange cry, flipped backward in the air, and fled into the forest without any hesitation.

Deng Jianchen stumbled over and shouted, "Quick, catch up to it and kill that spirit corpse!"

However, Shen Lang did not speak, but instead groaned and squatted down, his long sword planted in the ground.

"You... are you okay? Are you hurt?" Shui Qingwu screamed in alarm, rushing over to try to support him.

Deng Jianchen wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Uncle Zhou, who shook his head without speaking.

"Ah! How... how can you be like this? Whoo..." Shui Qingwu suddenly screamed, covering her mouth.

Uncle Zhou took two steps forward, also startled.

Following Shui Qingwu's gaze, they saw a large pool of blood on the ground where Shen Lang was standing, and his bare arm was torn open, blood gushing out continuously...

Although he was wearing a mask and a black robe that covered most of his body, the three of them could imagine that he must be a "blood person" at this moment...

"Little brother, quickly take this Qingyao Pill, your injuries are too severe!" Uncle Zhou quickly took out a pill and handed it over.

Shui Qingwu, a bit at a loss, covered her mouth and said with a sob, "Big brother, you... you won't be okay, will you? Whoo..."

"I won't die yet." Shen Lang swallowed the pill and slowly stood up.

Earlier, he used "Explosion" once to deal with the spirit corpse, then again to save Deng Jianchen, and once more to save Shui Qingwu...

Using "Explosion" three times in a row was one thing, but to save Deng Jianchen and finally to kill the spirit corpse, he used "Hell Suppressing Blade Technique" twice in a row!

Whether it was "Explosion" or "Hell Suppressing Blade Technique," both had already exceeded the limits of his body.

This fighting style was like he was determined to die with the enemy. After killing the spirit corpse, Shen Lang was also severely injured and hard to recover...

At this moment, his entire body was in spasm, unable to move, and almost every muscle was damaged, truly becoming a "blood person"!

It was just that with the mask and black robe, the most terrifying side had not been fully revealed in the darkness.

Otherwise, his terror might not have been much less than that of the spirit corpse...

"Why do women always like to cry so much?" Shen Lang said lightly, lifting his long sword and staggering away.

"Thud!"

He had only taken one step when Deng Jianchen behind him collapsed, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

It was the aftereffects of the giant potion starting to take effect.

Shen Lang turned around, a bit depressed, and said, "The aftereffects of the giant potion are nothing, just lying in bed for half a month. If you have good pills, you can recover faster. Cough, it's a pity, that potion, worth at least a hundred thousand gold, was just made and you drank it."

"What... a hundred thousand?" Uncle Zhou was stunned and said, "The giant potion can now be auctioned for at least a million gold coins, much better than the brute force pill."

"A million? Hmm, that's not bad, how much?" Shen Lang stopped.

"A... a million gold coins? Actually, this kind of potion is usually not bought with gold coins, but with spirit stones..." Uncle Zhou didn't understand why he was so surprised.

The giant potion, this is a good thing to save lives, those minor aftereffects can be ignored. It is indeed a very precious item.

What, does this little brother not know the value of the giant potion?

"Damn, get up, spit it out! I don't even have a hundred gold coins on me. I worked so hard to make a giant potion worth a million gold coins, how can you drink it so easily! Give me back my potion!" Shen Lang took three steps and turned back, grabbing Deng Jianchen by the collar and shaking him violently.

Shui Qingwu and Uncle Zhou were both stunned...

One had always found him mysterious and very cold, never imagining he would have such a side.

The other was shocked by Shen Lang's words, "I worked so hard to make a giant potion worth a million gold coins." Could it be that this giant potion was made by this masked person himself?

But his voice was very young! A potion master who could make such a potion was extraordinary! Such talent was hard to find even in a large family...

Shen Lang shook Deng Jianchen a few times and then helplessly let go.

Mentioning a million, he was indeed very heartbroken, but what could be done now that it was already eaten?

Besides, if it wasn't eaten, the situation might be even worse now...

He could only make a few more bottles after some time.

"It's over, everyone go back to your own homes... What bad luck, not only did I lose half my life, but I also lost a giant potion. Did I owe you something in my past life?" Shen Lang's ring emitted a light, picking up the spirit corpse's body, and then waved his hand, staggering up the mountain.

At least there was one spirit corpse left, to recoup some of the costs.

Losing money without making any was not a good business.

He also needed to hurry back to treat his injuries, or he really would lose half his life. This time was really too close.

Shui Qingwu's gaze had never left him from start to finish. Seeing him about to leave, she suddenly became anxious.

"You... what's your name? Can I see your true face?" Her voice was very soft, barely audible over the night breeze.

Shen Lang seemed not to hear her, and continued to walk away into the night.

"Will I see you again?" Shui Qingwu, anxious, shouted out loud.

Shen Lang did not turn back, but waved his left hand lightly, and disappeared into the night.

Shui Qingwu, under the light of the moonstone, looked at the bloody footprints he left behind, could no longer control herself, and sobbed, covering her mouth.

What started as a casual encounter, and a young, inexperienced me, the entanglement of love in the mortal world, is due to the hurried and silent bond of life.

Perhaps it is a mistake of the world, or the cause and effect from a past life, but I would give up everything for a moment of communication between the living and the dead...

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