Painted Skin

Chapter 54

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Pi Qinghua looked at the six hundred blood bags in front of him and couldn't help but let his mind wander a little. Before he finished thinking about who the devil ancestor was, the other party had already sensed the existence of the blood bags and couldn't wait to emit light to show his presence.

As for why it was emitting light? That was because the old ancestor had no physical body yet, and could only express his dissatisfaction in that black crystal.

Pi Qinghua looked at the glowing stone with a tangled expression. Although he thought that he was no longer a good person with a conscience after three years of influence, he did not want to be the Pandora who opened the box of sin. This devil could influence many people with just one thing he gave him. If this devil really came out, would he be so desperate that he would bring disaster to the world

Therefore, even though the light emitted by the black crystal became brighter and brighter, Pi Qinghua did not take the next step.

Until the ancestor became impatient and had a spiritual communication with him directly in his mind.

Boy, what are you doing? The blood bag has been delivered, and you are still in a daze? Why don't you let me absorb it and heal my wounds? What, at this point, you still want to break the contract? Aren't you afraid of being killed

The old devil's voice was evil and his tone was full of threats.

Pi Qinghua paused for a moment, then said: Ancestor, what are you going to do after you recover

What? You have already received benefits from me, the ancestor. Are you still greedy and wanting more? Tsk tsk, humans are never satisfied. Okay, since you have been working so hard for me, I will give you some benefits when I recover. For example, I will give you some small abilities. However, don't push yourself too far, otherwise you will definitely not want to know how painful it is when the magic power backfires.

Pi Qinghua was silent. He just asked one question, and this guy just said so much. The most important thing is that after saying so much, it's still not the answer he wants to hear. This is really... He's overthinking it.

Well, I mean, do you want to stay here or go back to where you came from

After hearing this, the devil ancestor was slightly conflicted, and then he laughed twice: Haha, if I go back, those people will probably be scared to death when they see me. Anyway, I am a hundred times stronger than them now. They will never expect that after sealing me here, I have benefited greatly... However, I will have thousands of years to scare them. Now, I have to find someone. I want to see if the guy who says he is quiet and inactive is really as noble and inactive as he says.

Hearing this, Pi Da Nanshen finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a bit unfair to think this way, as long as the target of the devil was not all ordinary people, it would be the best thing. As for the person targeted by the devil, he must be an extremely powerful person to be targeted by the devil. As an ordinary person, he didn't need to worry about him.

What? Why are you suddenly concerned about my fate? What are you planning

Pi Qinghua shook his head directly: No, you think too much, I just asked. Also, if you need my help in the human world and it is not easy to do it yourself, just come to me directly. In short, I should still thank you.

The demon's tone suddenly became a little arrogant: "Of course you should thank me. I gave you something incredible!"

Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense and let me recover quickly. I’m short on time.

Pi Qinghua no longer had any worries at this time. He nodded, placed the shiny black crystal into a large blue and white porcelain basin, and then began to cut open the blood bags and pour the blood into the basin one by one.

After the basin was filled with blood, a small vortex began to appear in the center of the basin where the crystal was placed. Then the vortex grew larger and larger, eventually affecting the entire basin. At the same time, the blood inside the basin began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye. Needless to say, the crystal was absorbing the essence of the blood.

When all the blood was absorbed, Pi Qinghua started to cut the blood bags again... It seems that the so-called three-day retreat was actually just that the great male god Pi had to serve the devil as a laborer for three days, cutting bags and draining blood. It's really sad to say it.

Of course, bleeding really doesn't take three days. In total, Pi Qinghua only took one day to drain all six hundred bags of blood. Nearly thirty bags of blood did not meet the requirements of the demon, so Pi Qinghua collected them. He would use them to upgrade his magic pen in the future. Human blood can replace a lot of chicken blood.

During the remaining two days, the whole bedroom was filled with a faint smell of blood. If Pi Qinghua had not been trained to fall asleep even when lying next to a trash can in the past three years, he would have suffered from insomnia during these three days. However, Pi Qinghua discovered something a little strange during these three days—the scars that used to hurt from time to time and reminded him that he was a severely burned person almost disappeared during these three days, especially on the last day. He looked at the burn on his shoulder in the mirror and felt that it seemed to have lightened a lot

The answer was fully revealed on the last day, when the house was surrounded by an extremely cold blood-red aura and the old ancestor who had troubled Pi Qinghua for three months showed up.

"Tsk, what's so strange about this? I, the ancestor, originally cultivated by sucking human essence and blood. When I repair myself, I am also cultivating. You are beside me, so at least you will receive some benefits and nourishment from my cultivation. Don't even mention your burned face. Your body will benefit much more than your face. At least before, you were burning inside, your mind was depressed, and your body was weak and slightly poisonous. But after three days of rubbing my blood and warming your body, at least your internal organs have been repaired, and it won't be a problem for you to live another ten years."

"So, kneel down in front of me and thank me, your ancestor!"

Pi Qinghua was absolutely shocked when he heard this. Although he had come into contact with the devil before, he was still a little skeptical about such weird things. Even if he got the magic pen that could draw all kinds of leather out of thin air, he would just throw it away with a broken jar mentality.

But the scene before him was very different from before. He really couldn't believe that the man in front of him, dressed in blood-red, with long hair and black eyes, so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether he was male or female, and who made people unable to take their eyes off him and lose their souls, could actually be the devil ancestor who had been saying that he wanted to kill this and that before!

By the way, are there such "demon heads and ancestors" who look like demons, look only 20 years old, are particularly aloof when silent, and reveal their intelligence when speaking? ! Aren't demon heads supposed to be cunning, insidious, and highly intelligent? Shouldn't ancestors have white hair and at least look like middle-aged people? Which demon world did this ancestor, whose style and IQ are obviously wrong, come from? !

"Tsk tsk, looking at you like this, are you mesmerized by my celestial appearance?" The demon ancestor in red said proudly: "Don't feel inferior, you are not bad looking. As long as you don't compare yourself with me, you will be fine."

Pi Qinghua: "..." After all, I was a male god before, okay? Although you look so... too evil, I have seen the world! I used to look in the mirror often!

"Alright, alright, I just recovered my human form, and I need to find a place with a good environment and a strong yin energy to practice meditation for 49 days. Then I can walk freely in the world. Your task now is to find a good place for me to practice meditation, and then you can be summoned at any time when I need something." The red-clothed evildoer sat on the bed very casually, but just sitting there, he looked extremely touching. Pi Qinghua took a breath and thought that he was indeed a demon. This guy must have practiced some magic skills.

"Well, I don't know where there is a place with a lot of yin energy and a good environment." These days, there are fewer and fewer places with good environments, not to mention places with a lot of yin energy. Do I have to go to a high-end cemetery

The old ancestor waved his hand nonchalantly: "Just find a grave site with good feng shui. Why do you have to make me say it so bluntly?"

Pi Qinghua: “…” He once again confirmed that the man in front of him was indeed a demon.

"Okay. How about we go to Spring Hill Cemetery? I heard the feng shui there is pretty good, and it's in the mountains near the suburbs."

The old man nodded, then stood up from the bed, and when Pi Qinghua had no idea what was happening, he opened the door and walked out. Pi Qinghua's face suddenly changed. How could he explain the fact that within three days, he suddenly turned into a living person

Sure enough, within three seconds, Lang Yixing's furious roar could be heard from outside:

"Who are you?! Where did you come from?! Where did you take my Xiaobai?!!"

Then there was an earth-shattering “bang!”

When Pi Qinghua rushed out of the house, he saw Lang Yixing falling on the carpet in a mess. His son and Dahei were looking at the enchanting beauty sitting on the sofa with great vigilance.

"Oh. This black dog is quite interesting." The ancestor chuckled, "It is said that black dogs are more likely to be spiritual and intelligent. Finally, I have seen one that is similar."

Pi Qinghua couldn't help but cover his forehead. He must send this ancestor away as soon as possible, otherwise something big would happen.

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At the same time, deep in the Kunlun Mountains, in a wooden house on top of a towering mountain, a white-haired Taoist priest who had been sitting quietly like a statue slowly opened his eyes that had been closed for a thousand years.

“… Hong Xiao.”