Chapter 376 Mai Shutoku’s Job

Among everyone present, the one who has the most say in martial arts is Yuanyuan.

After his judgment, he came to the conclusion that even using the word "degenerate" to describe it was not accurate enough.

Although there is no visualization picture that refers to the concept of "fall" in Kyushu Martial Arts. After all, it belongs to the evil heretics, but with Yuanyuan's knowledge, it is natural to see that if there really is a concept that refers to fall. The exercises are definitely not this mess in the Buddhist scriptures.

After all, depravity is a rather advanced concept.

The mess in front of her gave Yuanyuan the feeling that it was the result of a layman who didn't understand martial arts at all. After catching a glimpse of the superficial aspects of martial arts by chance, he copied it like a tiger instead of a dog, and finally got the result.

It is said that painting a tiger is not the opposite of a dog. In fact, this thing that resembles a visual image has no effect on the power of cultivation. Instead, it feels like meditation is doing the opposite, especially amplifying the effect of meditation. In order to finally achieve the purpose of influencing people's spirit.

So, does it affect people’s spirits...

Su Xiaoqiang seemed to understand.

"So, are they using this to mass-produce Deadpool?"

When the warriors heard this, they pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

They also thought that they might be using the effect of the corrupted emblem hidden in Buddhist scriptures to induce the hybrids to become corrupted, thereby obtaining the research materials they wanted.

That is, human intervention creates Deadpool.

After thinking about this, the warriors suddenly felt that the Buddhist scriptures in their hands were a little heavier, as if this was not a scripture at all, but a living human life.

"Look again and don't miss any of them."

"yes."

The warriors opened the doors of every secret room and collected all the Buddhist scriptures.

It was during this process that they discovered.

"There's still one alive!"

"This way, this way!"

"There's still one alive!"

The warriors were shocked and immediately ran in the direction of the sound.

Yuanyuan and Su Xiaoqiang arrived first.

"Sister!"

The warrior nodded to her.

"That's her, still alive."

On the ground is a young girl. There are very few signs of being transformed into a Deadpool. Only scales have grown under her ears. The rest of her body parts are intact.

She was lying on the haystack, her eyes closed haggardly, and her dry and cracked lips seemed to be moving, but the amplitude was too small, and even the ears of Yuanyuan and others could not determine whether the girl was speaking.

"Let me see."

Yuanyuan squatted down, picked her up, and listened.

Indeed, this girl is speaking.

But what she said was something Yuanyuan couldn't understand at all.

Like...Sanskrit.

She called her former disciple who could read Sanskrit, and after he listened, he confirmed that what the girl was reciting was exactly the content of the fallen Buddhist scriptures.

"Stop reading it!"

"Stop reading it!"

"Did you hear that?"

"Stop reading it!"

No matter what they said, the mixed-race girl turned a deaf ear. She seemed to be completely trapped in an illusion created by the fallen Buddhist teachings, unable to extricate herself. In fact, all the warriors could relate to this. After all, they were also hit by the trick not long ago, and they knew what it was. It feels like if it hadn't been for the elder sister's intervention, they might have ended up like this mixed-race girl now.

"I come."

Yuanyuan put her hand on the sword and slowly closed her eyes.

The sword with an extremely strong presence appeared again.

Yuanyuan slashed out the Heart Sword.

But this is different from the previous situation.

The mixed-race girl did not regain consciousness. She just rolled her eyes and fainted.

The warriors looked at Yuanyuan in confusion.

Don't know what's going on.

"Her spirit is too fragile to be forced upon."

Yuanyuan explained.

This surviving mixed-race girl has been tortured by corrupt scriptures for a long time, and her spirit is on the verge of collapse. If Yuanyuan treats her the same way she treats her classmates, it will not be saving people, but killing people.

This is also the so-called principle of not making up for what is lacking.

She used the power of the Heart Sword to slightly influence the girl's spirit, causing her to break away from the control of the scriptures and get a temporary rest.

After discussion, the warriors decided to leave one person behind to take care of them, while the others continued walking up.

From the fourth floor up, there are similar places.

The hybrids are kept like livestock.

They even saw an insignificant girl lying on a haystack like a doll.

Su Xiaoqiang's face was as cold as ice.

Growing up in the city, she had never seen such a hellish scene.

The mixed-race people outside who were watching the live broadcast were also filled with indignation.

Some were so angry that they punched their computers and sat there gasping for air.

"brute!"

If their attitude was neutral at first, but later turned into opposition because of Deadpool, then now, they want to burn the palace to the ground and crush all the bald heads to ashes.

These sanctimonious guys have completely exceeded the moral bottom line of human beings.

"Long legs!"

"receive."

Outside the palace complex, there was a plain ground. The grass actually moved. The stone slabs were lifted outwards, and a bald head poked his head out. He looked around warily. After making sure that there was no one around, he let out a long breath.

It's safe for now.

Looking back at the palace complex, he still had a frightened expression on his face. Where did a group of monsters come from? It was a pity for those little beauties. He shook his head regretfully.

No matter what, it's important to escape. Let's leave this place of right and wrong first and find a place casually. With his skills, and this...

The bald man touched his secret pocket and showed a reassuring smile.

With this treasure here, he can't get whatever he wants!

Thinking of this, the bald head swept away the gloom in his heart, and his whole person became excited.

The proud smile just bloomed on his face, but before it could expand, it completely solidified.

He felt something pressing against the back of his heart.

This sense of danger is unmistakable, he will die!

The bald man raised his hands and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Spare your life!"

Surprisingly, what sounded from behind was a pleasant female voice.

"If you want to survive, just answer my questions."

With his back to that person, the other person couldn't see clearly the expression on his face. The expression on his bald head changed for a while. Finally, he gritted his teeth and his eyes turned cold.

But what was completely different from this expression was his tone.

Obedient and flattering, he looks like a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Okay! Okay!"

"No matter what you say, as long as I know, I am sure..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned around without warning, and shot out his hands from his sleeves, bringing with it a gust of evil wind, and was about to kill the attacker behind him on the spot.

But he was wrong.

A flash of confusion flashed in the bald man's eyes.

nobody.

There is nothing behind him.

But he clearly felt it just now.

The tip of the knife pressed against the cold feeling in the back of my heart.

You can't go wrong.

The bald man looked around blankly.

The next moment, he thought.

The bald man's expression suddenly changed.

It's the spirit of speech.

He reached into his arms as if he wanted to take out something.

The sharp sword light flashed suddenly.

He threw his hands high in the air.

Blood spurted out from the fracture.

The bald face was twisted in pain and squeezed into a ball.

"this."

An ink mark flashed, and Mai Shutoku appeared out of thin air, catching the severed hand naturally, and took off the glass bottle that was held tightly in the severed hand.

The liquid in the glass bottle appears amber-like in the sunlight.

Mai Shutoku withdrew her gaze and looked at the bald head.

Look at the guy who just lost a hand and twisted into a maggot on the ground.

"Aren't you very arrogant when you commit violence?"

Mai Shutoku stepped on his wound and twisted it.

The bald man let out a heart-rending, inhuman scream.

He clenched his other hand into a fist and hit Mai Shutoku hard.

The eyeballs were so bloodshot that they almost popped out of their sockets.

Mai Shutoku kicked away sharply.

Then he stooped down and pinched the bald man's chin.

"Tell me, what is this?"

Mai Shutoku shook the glass bottle.

The bald head was almost frightened. He nodded desperately and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he was pinched and couldn't make a sound.

The bald man winked at Mai Shutoku crazily, pleading like a dog. He didn't understand what this woman was going to do. He had obviously promised to explain, so why didn't he let go? You kept squeezing him, so what could you say?

"The bones are so soft."

Shutoku Mai sighed.

Then she put away her disdain and showed a gentle smile.

To the bald man, this smile looked like the worst devil.

"I want to explain, but I can't."

Mai Shutoku shook her index finger gracefully.

"After all, you have said everything you should say, how can I use torture?"

She touched the knife sheath tied to her thigh, and a cold light shone.

"I heard that you like to use girls' skin and bones as magical tools, right?"

"What a coincidence."

Mai Shutoku gently pointed the knife at his eye socket.

The bald head's eyeballs trembled rapidly, and his eyelids also blinked.

He wanted to shout, to beg for mercy, to kneel down, to kowtow, and to lick this woman's shoes.

As long as you can give him a way to survive.

But his mouth was pinched, and no matter how much he wanted to say, he couldn't say it at all.

However, Mai Shutoku had seen too many people and too many dead people, like Baldhead. Even if he didn't speak, she knew what this person wanted to say.

"Begging for mercy?"

Mai Shutoku smiled.

"Did you listen to those girls when they begged for mercy?"

Mai Shutoku increased her strength and pressed down the sharp blade inch by inch, cutting through the skin, muscles and nerve fibers.

Mai Shutori turned her wrist in a circle.

A bead like a grape was thrown high.

The bald head struggled like a dying fish.

But it's all useless.

His wails were muffled in his mouth.

Only an unpleasant muffled groan came out.

Mai Shutoku leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"The first cut."

After a long time, she stretched.

"Is it finished?"

Potato Chip Girl asked in the headset.

"Well, it's done."

Mai Shutoku glanced at the pool of flesh and blood on the ground.

"No wonder Master Lu is so angry. These scum are just a waste of air."

"Didn't you give me the information?"

"There are some missing persons records on there. God knows what those bald heads have done!"

"Well, in that case, our eldest young master can tell it at a glance."

Shutoku Mai was thoughtful.

"Master, has he experienced something similar?"

"What are you talking about, long legs!"

"It's not like you haven't read Master Lu's file. Don't you know what his past experiences were?"

Mai Shutoku smiled.

"Too."

"But, if you say so..."

The clicking sound of the potato chips girl chewing also became quieter.

She was probably thinking.

"I always feel that something happened to Master Lu before, something that none of us know about."

"lets change a topic."

Mai Shutoku brought the topic back.

This meeting was during the mission, and they would have plenty of opportunities to discuss the issues regarding Master Lu in the future, so there was no rush.

She raised the glass bottle, placed it in the sun, and squinted to see the amber liquid inside.

"They call this...Buddha's Essence."

"This is not the true essence of Buddhism. Didn't you listen to Bald Head? It's just a fake."

"What does it matter if it's fake or real?"

"I told you I have long legs, do you really believe it?"

"Um?"

"Believe what that guy said, this Buddha's marrow can improve your bloodline, and even sublime you into a dragon."

Mai Shutoku smiled brightly.

It is actually more dazzling than the warm sun on this plateau.

"Improve bloodline?"

"Just listen to the sleep talk of a bunch of poor people."

Mai Shutoku put away the glass bottle.

"You know, in this world, changing one's bloodline is not something that just anyone can do."

"potato chips."

"Ah, what's wrong?"

"fine."

"Strange woman."

Listening to her partner's muttering, Mai Shutoku raised the corners of her mouth.

Buddha marrow...?

This sinful thing is really disgusting.

…………

Yuanyuan and his party are about to enter the last level of the nine-story pagoda.

Although they didn't encounter any attacks along the way.

It's calm and we're here.

But there was no look of relief on anyone's face.

Even Yuanyuan, who had always been concentrating on the sword, had a tense face, hinting at evil spirits.

They've seen Deadpool, they've seen Half-Dead, and finally they've seen the hybrid.

A hybrid without any aberrations.

A hybrid that looks exactly like them.

Their encounter with them was no better than Deadpool.

There is even a dedicated floor with various magical instruments and musical instruments.

Chen Jiumo accidentally knocked on a yellow-brown drum. The sound stunned him, and he felt that it was indescribably weird.

Until the previous fellow student who could understand Sanskrit spoke with a pale face.

"That...that's a person..."

He pursed his lips, his mouth seemed a little dry, his throat moved, and he swallowed several times before he said the last word.

"Skin."

Chen Jiumo's pupils shrank suddenly and he staggered back. He looked at the drum and his hand. He loosened his grip, tightened it and loosened it again. For a moment, he wanted to chop off his hand.

"Breathe deeply, breathe deeply."

Wang Chao held his shoulders.

"Calm down, take a deep breath, it's not your fault, you don't know anything, take a deep breath."

After listening to Wang Chao's words, Chen Jiumo's held breath relaxed. This time, all his strength seemed to be released. Chen Jiumo almost collapsed to the ground.

No one laughed at him.

Because they knew that if it were them, this performance might be worse than Chen Jiumo's.

The warriors looked around the entire space inch by inch.

Their faces were so ugly.

That drum, that flute, that blanket...

All...

"What on earth is this?"

Chen Jiumo clenched his fists.

Now, in front of them is the last level of the nine-story pagoda.

It is also the highest level.

The warriors had a hunch that something was waiting for them there.

They also remember the Ph.D.’s research journal.

The mysterious Buddhist essence, and...

Thousand-Armed Buddha.