Chapter 35:

"Hello, we meet again. Have you eaten?"

A greeting from Qiao Mu carried on the wind.

The old man in gray clothes couldn’t help but shiver and his hair stood on end, covered in goosebumps.

Mysterious.

Too mysterious.

He had just kicked Qiao Mu’s body off the cliff to get rid of the evidence, so how is there another one?

Twin brothers? Or maybe… ghosts? Not human? Immortal cultivators?

The gray-clad old man felt an even greater sense of unease at the thought of the incomprehensible methods of the inhuman.

A martial artist only has a pair of iron fists, while an immortal cultivator who specializes in cultivating the soul has even more mysterious methods.

The gray-clad old man was a 7th ranked martial artist, holding an official position that was equivalent to a powerless deputy magistrate. He also held a high position in the City Lord’s mansion.

At the same time, he was also Guo Yan’s trusted confidant. He had witnessed the inhuman before…

It was precisely because he knew so much, yet not enough, that he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild.

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The gray-clad old man’s heart trembled as he looked down at his feet.

Although he had kicked Qiao Mu’s body off the cliff, the blood stains on the ground remained. Especially the shattered Qiao Mu urn, the gray powder was scattered all over, and there wasn’t another one…

At this moment, Qiao Mu’s voice came, "What are you looking at? Jealous of our deep brotherly bond and fighting side by side? Why don’t you find yourself a good brother to fight alongside you?"

The old man in gray almost spat out a mouthful of old blood upon hearing this, but after his anger, he felt something strange in his heart.

This voice, this way of speaking… it’s too alike.

"Playing tricks! Do you think by pretending to be the same person, you can confuse my mind?" The gray-clothed old man suppressed his fear and bravely confronted Qiao Mu.

And this Qiao Mu, once again, his blood and energy surged and boiled, obviously using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method.

"Why does everyone have the famous Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method? Why does everyone start with a Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method? Are they not afraid of death? Or are they not human?"

More and more doubts surged up in his mind.

The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method is famous because of its great power and severe consequences, so it’s well-known. But it’s not something just anyone can do.

Just like the Qiao family’s Long Life Fist, a superior martial art practiced by many members of the Wuji Association who aspire to reach over a hundred years of age. Because of this, many people can figure out the way, but it doesn’t mean that the Long Life Fist is an ordinary martial art.

"Die!"

He gathered all his strength and slapped Qiao Mu on the head.

This time, he forgot about the previous intentions of a prolonged battle. He unleashed this strike without reservation, pouring out a powerful force, wanting only to shatter the strange Qiao Mu in front of him as soon as possible.

"Goodbye." Qiao Mu gave him a chilling smirk before his head tilted and he died.

The gray-clothed old man: …..

Even though he had defeated the enemy, he felt no joy of victory.

He stood at the edge of the cliff, a faint sense of horror creeping into his heart.

Unknowingly, his strength was being drained more and more.

His face turned green, and he gasped heavily. Facing several enemies in a life-or-death battle was not easy.

Qiao Mu fought desperately, almost only attacking and not defending, while the gray-robed old man was even stronger, thinking about how to kill the enemy without getting hurt.

"It must be a trick, fake, all fake!" The gray-robed old man kicked Qiao Mu’s body off the cliff again with a determined kick.

But standing at the edge of the cliff, looking at Qiao Mu’s body quickly falling down the cliff, an unexpected thought arose in his mind:

If he really fell for an illusion, really trapped in some kind of abnormal cycle, then if they kept fighting like this, would the bodies at the bottom of the cliff keep piling up, ultimately… filling the cliff?

At this moment, he had a big question in his mind.

How many bodies of Qiao Mu are there at the bottom of the cliff now?



The spring wind brushed by once again.

However, the gray-robed old man broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a chill all over his body.

He turned around once more.

The spring breeze blew again, bringing a faint sound.

"Old thief, why are you so rude? Didn’t your family teach you to respond when someone greets you?"

"Oh, at your age, I guess your family members are all in urns. Why don’t you use them to fight alongside you? Do you not have any family, or did you already use them up fighting together?"

Qiao Mu came again, bringing his trash talk.

"Don’t try to confuse me! Die!" The old man in gray yelled, and before Qiao Mu could approach, he launched a fierce attack, unleashing his inner strength.

The old man in gray’s anger and fear mixed together as he unleashed his inner strength.

His inner strength was greatly depleted, and unknowingly, his movements slowed down a little.

But this time, Qiao Mu’s tactics were different.

He forcefully took a direct hit to his chest, using the newly mastered Hard Skill Iron Cloth Shirt Skill to hold his ground. He charged forward, wrapping his arms around the old man in gray from the waist.

The old man in the gray robe, who was using a lot of energy, started to move slower and couldn’t break free.

In the next moment, Qiao Mu jumped into the air and unexpectedly crashed into him, causing both of them to tumble down the cliff together.

Violent winds blew in their ears as the old man in the gray robe and Qiao Mu plummeted rapidly.

"I’m going to die."

The old man in the gray robe knew he was about to die, but before he did, he had a lingering question in his mind that made him look towards the bottom of the cliff.

He could see several corpses of Qiao Mu down in the valley, their bodies twisted and broken from the impact of the fall, with blood and flesh all mixed up.

"One, two, three, there are only three bodies in total, what a disappointment. It’s not as many as I thought."

"Including Qiao Lin, who jumped off with me, that makes four bodies."

"….No, it should be a total of five bodies."

"I forgot to count my dead body."

Bang, bang!

Two bodies fell into the valley, startling several wild wolves drawn by the scent of blood.

The wild wolves looked at the bodies and even shed tears. When did meat start falling from the sky?

Thank you for the gift from above!

The wild wolves pounced on the bodies and quickly devoured them.

Then, they anxiously looked up, hoping for more gifts from above.

……………………………..

The deep alley in the outer city of Yan City.

Inside an empty house, Qiao Mu opened his eyes again.

This time, he was reborn in a predetermined revival point, inside a vacant house in a deep alley.

"My body should be eaten by wild animals in the wilderness, so it’s not a problem."

"So let’s deal with the next problems."



"The number of revival chances for the new week has been refreshed. I’ve already used up four revival chances with the gray-clothed old man, which means I have one last chance to revive."

Qiao Mu put on the prepared straw hat from the corner of the house and carried a long spear on his back, getting ready to go out.

If he only wanted to kill a trusted aide of the city lord, why did he go through all this trouble? Sending Old Huang and others to spread the news, and making Qiao Canxue leave Yan City in advance.

"I wonder if the city lord has had a meal?" Qiao Mu carried the long spear on his back and pushed the door to leave.

He was about to do something reckless.