CH 211

"No!" Li Huowang replied firmly to Bai Lingmiao's request.

Seeing the sadness on Bai Lingmiao's face, Li Huowang softened his tone and explained, "There's really no supernatural power, only extreme hardships. Trust me, compared to experiencing those things, losing a hand is nothing."

To obtain the attention of the Ba Gui, one must endure both mental and physical pain.

Li Huowang had already experienced it twice and knew what it took to reach that level. He didn't want his companions to go through that kind of despair. Otherwise, he was afraid that Chun Xiaoman would go crazy.

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

"Don't worry, we'll find a way. In this unreasonable world, there's always a way to get her hand back," Li Huowang said, whether to comfort himself or Bai Lingmiao.

At this point, Li Huowang sniffed hard. "Do you smell that? Why is there a stench?"

"Senior Li, there's some dead flesh on your body. Of course, it'll stink when it rots," Bai Lingmiao explained.

"Rotten and stinky?"

Suddenly hearing this news, Li Huowang laughed. It was a genuine laugh.

Decay had returned, and in this world, the eerie heavenly dao had returned to normal. Now that decay had returned, a new idea appeared in Li Huowang's mind. If decay had returned, could the master also come back to life? Li Huowang guessed wildly.

Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but there was really such a possibility in this unreasonable world where anything could happen.

At this moment, he even felt a strong impulse to turn around and go back to Siqi An Ci An to take another look. However, impulse was only impulse. Li Huowang knew that he couldn't go back now in his current state.

He had just killed Peng Longteng. Unless he wanted to die, he couldn't go back to Hou Shu within the next few years.

"Decay has returned. Did it come back on its own, or did some existence make it come back?" Li Huowang's thoughts were gradually diverging.

Li Huowang remembered the black worm Buddha made up of dense green flies he had seen at An Ci An before. Zhengde Temple burned incense and worshipped the flesh and blood Buddha, and those monks gained flesh and blood supernatural powers by doing that kind of thing with the meat. And Aojingjiao offered sacrifices to the Ba Gui in pain to gain various supernatural powers.

So, does this mean that there is also some kind of existence responsible for decay? Does the disappearance of decay mean that it encountered something, and does its reappearance mean that it has returned to its place?At this moment, Li Huowang's mind was thinking about these questions in a jumbled mess.

Looking back now, the death of the master was very strange. How could someone as powerful as her die in a pigsty?

"Could it be that those things were in conflict? Was the master just caught in the crossfire?"

Almost instinctively, Li Huowang recalled the things inside Bai Yujing. Through the hazy Maomeng Gate, he saw those things inside devouring something.

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

"Li Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?" White Lingmiao, who noticed something was wrong, quickly grabbed Li Huowang's hand.

Li Huowang tried to interrupt his own thoughts and repeated over and over again, "Don't listen... don't want... don't want..."

To force himself to stop thinking, Li Huowang quickly looked at White Lingmiao and said, "Where's the book? The Fire Coat Scripture? That book wrapped in wax, bring it over!"

White Lingmiao searched beside him and soon brought the Fire Coat Scripture wrapped in transparent wax in front of him.

As Li Huowang recited the spells from the book, the white wax was ignited and gathered into a wriggling mass.

It slowly crawled up Li Huowang's charred body and treated his injuries.

It crawled very slowly, and superficial burns gradually replaced deep burns, gradually mixing together, indistinguishable.

The entire ox cart was filled with a pungent smell.

The pain made Li Huowang breathe a sigh of relief. He shouldn't be thinking about those things now. Those things had become a foregone conclusion and had nothing to do with him. Those were things that big shots needed to think about.

What he should be thinking about now was how to survive.

Perhaps when he became strong enough, he could consider those things again.

Suddenly, Li Huowang thought of something and raised his neck to ask White Lingmiao, "Where's the Dacheng Record? That red bamboo slip."

As the wriggling mass caught fire and disappeared with Li Huowang's chanting, it suddenly dispersed into a puddle.

When she heard about the Dacheng Record, White Lingmiao's expression seemed hesitant, but she eventually turned and got off the carriage.

With his sharp hearing, Li Huowang vaguely heard the sound of arguing outside.

A few moments later, White Lingmiao came in holding the red bamboo slip.

Li Huowang suddenly exerted his strength and turned over in White Lingmiao's exclamation.

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

Since his skin hadn't healed yet, he could take this opportunity to cover the Dacheng Record on his body.On the day his skin healed, the Daqian Record was buried inside it.

From now on, he wouldn't have to take it out every time he used it, and it would be even more unexpected.

Li Huowang had previously wondered why Aojing taught him to wear the Daqian Record on his chest.

Now he suddenly understood that if something existed, there must be a reason for its existence.

Bai Lingmiao obviously understood Li Huowang's reason for doing this. "Brother Li, do you really have to do this? It's so painful, and if you do this, no one else will be able to use the Daqian Record again."

Li Huowang nodded firmly. "That's right, this is the effect I want."

This time, Chun Xiaoman lost an arm. Who knows who will be next.

The Daqian Record was too easy to use, and someone would definitely imitate it. So it was better to hide the Daqian Record in his own skin once and for all.

Bai Lingmiao bit her lip and followed suit. As she trembled and removed the black scab on Li Huowang's back with her extremely fair hands, the cow carriage was suddenly filled with Li Huowang's screams.

Under the black scab was flesh and blood oozing with tissue fluid, and the red Daqian Record was carefully spread out and covered.

Li Huowang turned over and pressed the Daqian Record into his body with a painful expression.

After everything was over, he could finally take a break. Exhausted, Li Huowang closed his eyes and tried to rest.

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

"Does Peng Longteng have anything on her? Did you take it?"

Bai Lingmiao nodded. "Gouwa said those armor pieces can be sold for money, so we put them on the cow carriage. Even that giant halberd was carried up."

"He said that even if it's a divine weapon that can't be used, it can be melted down and re-forged into a weapon in the future."

"Besides the armor and halberd on Peng Longteng, did you find anything else on her?"