Chapter 337 Painted Skin Ghost

In the dark cave, the candlelight was as dim as a bean. Duan Rong squatted beside Pan Yong's decapitated body and groped his body.

He took out a small purple porcelain bottle from Pan Yong's inner pocket.

He looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand, his eyes flickering slightly...

Inside this porcelain bottle is the aconite frost.

In Duan Rong's mind, the information about this poison emerged one by one again.

This aconite frost is a poison made from two poisonous vines, aconite and thorny vine, as the main medicinal materials.

However, these aconite and thorny vine are both alien species from the twisted underground space, and they are no longer ordinary herbs in the world.

This aconite frost made from the mixture of the two poisons is so strong that even the delicate and dense true qi can hardly force it out of the body.

This poison is far more powerful than Shen Ping's poinsettia.

Shen Ping said that his poinsettia is the best in the world, and it is beyond compare. Now it seems that he is just looking at the world from a well.

Duan Rong's hand trembled, and he put the small porcelain bottle into his sleeve.

Then, he took out Pan Yong's star plate and sect cloud certificate from his body.

Duan Rong took a look at Pan Yong's star plate and saw that there were more than 200 points on the plate.

He put away Pan Yong's star plate and sect cloud certificate, and fumbled again, and took out a black key from his inner pocket.

Duan Rong looked at the key in the candlelight.

This should be the key to the lower layer of the cabinet.

Duan Rong took the key and took out some scattered sundries from Pan Yong, and he carefully placed these sundries on an empty sack.

After scanning Pan Yong's whole body, Duan Rong looked at the soft sword that Pan Yong dropped on the ground before he died, and the palm-sized cold iron box.

The iron box was silver-gray, heavy and cold to the touch, with a frosted surface, a raised mechanism on the side, and dense pinholes on the other side.

Duan Rong's scalp went numb when he looked at the dense needle holes.

A flash of shock flashed across his eyes.

How many flying needles would be shot in this wave, and he believed that all of them were poisoned.

Duan Rong carefully put away the hidden weapon iron box, and then put the soft sword on the ground on the pile of sundries on the sack.

At this time, Duan Rong turned his head and walked to the hammock not far away. He grabbed Pan Yong's head from the hammock.

There were a few blood spots on the forehead of the head. Pan Yong's eyes were still wide open, but his eyes were empty and blank...

Duan Rong grabbed the head and placed it on the stone table with a bronze mirror, and then moved the candle closer to him.

Then Duan Rong drew out the Minghong Knife. He held Pan Yong's head steady with one hand and held the tip of the knife with the other hand. He carefully used the tip of the knife to prick Pan Yong's skin and flesh, along the hairline of the forehead, to the base of the ears, and then to the back of the neck...

Duan Rong's eyes were cold. He slowly and patiently peeled off Pan Yong's entire face.

During the whole process, he was very careful, for fear of breaking the skin...

Until the face was completely peeled off, Duan Rong let out a breath and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

Under the dim candlelight, Pan Yong's head was a bloody face.

Duan Rong looked at the bloody face and barely suppressed the urge to vomit.

He put the bloody skin he peeled off on the stone table.

At this moment, he glanced at the bronze mirror at hand, and saw a bloody face reflected in the bronze mirror, which looked like Guan Gong in Peking Opera at first glance.

Duan Rong walked to the corner of the stone cave entrance, took the wooden basin that Pan Yong usually used for washing, and poured the clean water in the pottery pot on the stone table into the wooden basin.

Duan Rong put a basin of clean water on the stone table, picked up the bloody skin, and soaked it in the clean water.

The bloody water spread, and the face skin floated on the bloody water, rising and falling with the water waves. Except for the two empty eyes, it was no different from the real face.

Duan Rong looked at it, and for some reason, he felt creepy.

He took off the clothes of Pan Yong's headless body in a panic, broke his hands and feet, stuffed them into a large sack, and then stuffed the bloody head into the sack.

Duan Rong held the sack, rolled up the sack on the ground with sundries and soft swords, held it in his hand, and walked out of the cave.

Duan Rong first came to the pool in the dense forest, threw the sundries and soft sword in his hand into the bottomless pool.

Then he carried the blood-stained sack, left the pool, and walked into the depths of the dense forest.

He came to a stone wall wrapped with vines, and he went in with the blood-stained sack.

Duan Rong held a torch and a sack and came to the depths of the cave of the black blood vine.

Duan Rong looked at the black rock formation not far from his feet. The black boundary was the feeding area of ​​the black blood vine.

Duan Rong suddenly shook the sack vigorously, and threw the corpse and the blood head in the sack near the two black blood vines.

After Chen Hu died, Duan Rong was busy with hard training, and he had not come to feed the black blood vine for a few days.

The hungry black blood vine, as thick as a finger, twisted wildly...

The vines covered with mucus instantly entangled the corpse and the bloody head.

The mucus secreted by the black blood vine is highly corrosive. The skin of the corpse soon began to fester and fester, followed by the flesh and blood under the skin...

Bursts of stench, in the sealed cave, hit the face...

Duan Rong's face was pale and his brows were tightly knitted. If his mind was distracted for a moment, he would vomit immediately.

Under the corrosion of the black blood vine mucus, the flesh disappeared and turned into pus, and soon became a sparkling skull ...

It's just that on the skull, there are still bloody blood and yellow pus ...

At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly discovered that there was a black vine that was entangled with the skull, and the black and yellow mucus was secreted from the vine, wrapped in the skull ...

However, after counting the breath, the white bone was also corroded by the mucus ...

After the white bone died, the contents inside flowed out ...

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly jumped, and I saw that the white pulp was covered with dense black spots, like the white fire dragon fruit ...

"It is a maggot!"

Those mucus encountered the mucus of the black blood vine, and the green smoke appeared. In the green smoke, the hoe woke up and began to move ...

However, as soon as these creep tomars were exposed to the black and yellow mucus all over the ground, there was a ray of green smoke, and it instantly turned into black ...

With the death of Pan Yong's bones, Duan Rong suddenly found that the remaining black blood fruit left on the black blood vine started to glow the dim red fluorescence ...

"Is it mature?"

In fact, after the two black blood fruit matured, the remaining one was about to mature immediately.

But later, he killed Chen Yana to vote for the name, and the businessman was from the mountain. One of the major events, Duan Rong never came to feed. This black blood fruit has not been cooked.

At this time, Duan Rong was originally just borrowing black blood vines to destroy Pan Yong. This black blood vine can make Pan Yonghua even there is no scum left.

But I did not expect that at this time, the remaining black blood fruit was also fed.

Duan Rong looked at the black blood fruit, his eyes flashed. This thing is the auxiliary drug of his fifth layer of fetal Tibetan scriptures. Since he is familiar, he will naturally take it away.

However, the current black blood vine is not full. Once he stepped across the border, the black blood vine would attack him.

Duan Rong grabbed the marijuana bag at his feet and walked out of the cave.

After about a fragrant fragrance, he returned to the cave, and saw that his steps were heavy, carrying a wild boar on his back, and a drumsy marching bag on his hand.

Duan Rong walked not far from the edge of the black rock formation, and a banged, fell the big wild pig behind him.

He pant and gasped, and first spilled the poisonous insects in the marijuana bag near the two black blood vines. Then he bent down, peeling the wild boar, and threw the bloody wild boar into the black blood. Near the vine.

With the stench fermented, about one -third of the corpses of the big wild boar, the black blood vine finally stopped eating.

The vines are no longer twisted wrapped around blood and poisonous insects, but they are naturally drooping, and they no longer secrete black and yellow mucus.

The original layer of mucus on the ground also slowly leaked ...

Duan Rong's eyes were bright, and the time to pick black blood fruit arrived.

He slowly stepped into the area of ​​the black rock formation.

He approached a distance first, watched the vines not far away at watched, and after a while, it was determined that after the vines did not respond, Duan Rong approached. Essence

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The moment Duan Rong took off the black blood fruit, he showed his body shape. It flashed a few times like a ghost, and he had stood outside the black rock layer area.

Duan Rong looked at the black blood fruit in his hand, his eyes were happy, but the joy in Duan Rong's eyes flickered, because he had a very important thing to do.

Duan Rong's sleeve was good for this black blood fruit, and he walked out of this cave and returned to the cliff.

At this time, the afternoon was not just after the afternoon, but the sky was still gloomy and densely clouded.

Duan Rong's black blood fruit in his hand was locked into the black iron cabinet in the business stone room.

Later, Duan Rong looked at the copper lock on the upper drawer, frowned slightly. He suddenly pulled out the Minghong knife, and he was filled with Qi, and he cut it on the copper lock.

Just listening to Ding, Duan Rong's Minghong knife hovered there, and the copper lock on the black iron drawer had been cut off.

Duan Rong returned to the sheath, removed the lock, opened the drawer, and looked inward.

In the drawer of the black iron, there was a jade pendant, a belt, a bottle of elixir, and an astrolabe, a astrolabe.

Duan Rong took the astrolabe, glanced at it, and put it in the inner pocket of the placket.

Then Duan Rong looked at the bottle of elixir, and he knew that there were three Bingxin Dan.

This Dan is a elixir prepared for the cyclone for the business. But he practiced Jiuyou Da Tibetan technique, and he had broken his way of knotting.

Although this elixir is good, the businessman will never be used.

Duan Rong's sleeves of the elixir, although condensing the cyclone, is still far away for him. But after all, it is a elixir that is helpful to the knot. It is not easy to refine it.

Duan Rong finally looked at the jade and belt. When he moved his eyes, he held the jade pendant, secretly: "Read the spirit."

Then a set of data emerged in front of Duan Rong's eyes.

He glanced at him and said secretly: "Devour."

This jade pendant has followed the business from a young age. It was not until he entered the mountain as a pharmacist, and he was no longer wearing.

With the disappearance of the data panel in front of me, Duan Rong grabbed the waistband again, as if it was made, and devoured the spirit.

After doing all this, Duan Rong closed the drawer and came to the outside of the stone room.

He stood there, his eyes flashing, the information in his mind tumbling rapidly, he suddenly walked to an old wooden frame in the corner, squatted down, and grabbed a dusty black pottery jar at the bottom.

According to the information he had swallowed and digested, the black pottery jar was filled with a kind of peach gum.

Duan Rong took the black pottery jar, which was only the size of a fist, and returned to Pan Yong's cave.

He stood on the cliff at the entrance of the cave, and suddenly his hand flipped, and a broken lock was in his hand. He flicked it lightly and threw the broken lock in his hand into the valley filled with white fog.

Duan Rong walked into Pan Yong's cave.

Pan Yong's body was cleaned out, but the bloody smell in the cave was still strong. Duan Rong slowly walked to the table with a bronze mirror. He saw that the water in the basin was calm, and Pan Yong's face floated on the water, lifelike...

Duan Rong took a look, then walked to the corner and turned out a stone pot.

Duan Rong piled up dry firewood at the entrance of the cave and melted the peach gum in the stone pot...

About half an hour later, Duan Rong stood in front of the bronze mirror in the cave. There was only a basin of blood in the wooden basin next to him, and Pan Yong's face had disappeared.

The face in the bronze mirror was Pan Yong's face, and the eyes on that face flashed with cold curiosity.

When Duan Rong was in Xiangu County, he swallowed the spirit of Fang Jingbao's ring in Weiyangfang, and thus obtained the art of disguise.

At this time, he used the art of disguise, plus Pan Yong's face, to be as real as a fake corpse.

At this time, Duan Rong's body made a burst of joints.

But in a breath, his body suddenly became half a head shorter.

Pan Yong's body was slightly shorter than Duan Rong's, and Duan Rong used the bone shrinking skill to shrink his body by half a head.

Duan Rong looked at the face of Pan Yong in the bronze mirror, which seemed to be from another world. Suddenly, he felt cold all over. He felt that he was in the world of Liao Zhai, and he himself was the ghost with painted skin and face-changing.

Pan Yong walked out of the cave with a cloth bag tied around his waist. He looked up at the sky. It was still early before dark, and there was still enough time. He suddenly smiled creepily and walked along the cliff towards the iron rope.

Pan Yong entered the ropeway and disappeared in the white mist.

He came to the top of the hill in the lower courtyard, and then walked into the lower courtyard along the familiar mountain path.

Pan Yong walked straight to the room of Old Man Qin.

As soon as Pan Yong entered the door, he heard Old Man Qin there, coughing. He coughed a few times and drank a few sips of strong tea before suppressing it.

Old Man Qin raised his head and saw Pan Yong walking in.

Pan Yong said, "Old Qin, once the dosage is reduced, the old coughing problem starts again?"

Old Qin sighed and said, "Hold on. I wonder if my old bones can survive until Master Shang comes back?"

Pan Yong said, "Master Shang left suddenly. I hope he can come back soon..."

Pan Yong's tone seemed a bit sad.

Old Qin said, "Why? What's the matter?"

Pan Yong smiled and said, "It's like this. I want to go to Shenyun Mansion. It will take about ten days to go back and forth."

Old Qin frowned.

It stands to reason that if this registered disciple wants to leave the mountain, he must have a personal signature from the manager. Only when he arrives at the lower house can they give the approval.

But Shang Xiangyu is not here now.

If he follows the rules, Pan Yong will not be able to leave the mountain.

But Old Qin can't stop Pan Yong. He still has to ask Pan Yong to get his medicine. How can he offend him?

Old Man Qin hesitated for a moment, then looked at Pan Yong and said, "Since Master Shang is not here, let's make an exception."