Chapter 78: 7 Absolute Supplement

Chapter 78: 7 Absolute Supplement

Chapter 78: Seven Wonders of the Gods

"Seventh Uncle...Wencai...Are you okay?"

As soon as he got close to the inn, Qiu Sheng started shouting, fearing that the scene he didn't want to see would happen.
However, when he was about to walk up the stairs, he suddenly tripped over something under his feet:
"Ouch! What is that?"

Looking towards the thing he had not noticed just now, he saw a pool of green pus and blood on the ground.

At this moment, he was standing on the dark skeleton in the center of the thick blood:

"hiss……"

He took a breath of cold air, then Qiu Sheng quickly took a few steps back, and then wiped the dirt on his hands on his clothes:

"What's so disgusting?"

Watching Qiu Sheng wipe the blood and pus off his hands, Uncle Jiu, who quickly followed from behind, looked at the corpse with a serious expression:

"Such a strong poison!"

When he said this, he looked at the bones that had turned black in the moonlight:

"Not only has the flesh and blood of the body been completely corroded, but even the bones have turned black and brittle. What kind of method is this?"

At this point he was not in a hurry anymore. After all, judging from the current situation, it seemed that the man had not even gone up the stairs.

If the person died before he even went up the stairs, how could something happen to the people upstairs?
Just as Uncle Jiu was thinking about studying the toxin, Song Feng, who heard Qiu Sheng's call, gently knocked on the window:

"Everyone is upstairs, come up quickly!"

Hearing the familiar voice of his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng immediately became happy, and then jumped over the skeleton and ran upstairs:

"Seventh Uncle, I'm so glad you're okay. I thought we had fallen into the trap set by the Bat Wizard."

When he saw that his seventh uncle was sitting safely upstairs and didn't look like he had ever experienced a fierce fight, Qiu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he ran to the side of his seventh uncle and began to gesture his role in this battle:

"Seventh Uncle, that Bat Mage is very sinister, and he has many tricks up his sleeve. It was really thrilling to fight him!"

"But I guess you, Seventh Uncle, definitely can't guess what happened in the end!"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng thought of the Bat Mage's appearance before his death and laughed:

"We originally thought that his final altar was some killer move, but who would have thought that in the end, not even a bubble popped out."

"I still remember the incredible look on his face before he died. Hahahaha...it was so funny that it killed me."

"Before he died, he was still saying that fake medicine was harming people. Uncle Seven, how much resentment do you think he must have had?"

Seeing Qiu Sheng telling him the whole story with vivid gestures, Song Feng couldn't help but laugh:

"Back when we were at the ghost market, I suspected that the man in black who went in to buy medicine was the Bat Mage."

"I didn't expect that he, a master of the Dunjia School who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, would be cheated by a fake medicine seller."

“I guess he never thought that the trap he set up with so much difficulty would be broken like this…hahahahaha…”

Nowadays, there are only a handful of people in the spiritual world who can make fake medicines that are so real that they are indistinguishable from the real thing.

The only thing to blame is the Bat Mage's bad luck.

After all, who made him so unlucky that he ran into the man selling fake medicine in a small ghost market?
Just after Qiu Sheng finished telling their glorious past, Uncle Jiu glanced at Wencai who was lying on the bed listening to the story, and then asked:
"Seventh Uncle, is the body downstairs the killer who came after we left?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Song Feng nodded, with a hint of relief on his face:
"That swordsman doesn't seem to be from the spirit world. He must be a special assassin hired by the Bat Mage."

"It's a good thing that Qiu Sheng got this little gadget from that old lady some time ago, otherwise I would be in trouble tonight..."

Seeing the relieved look on the face of his Seventh Uncle, Uncle Nine couldn't help but reveal a hint of doubt on his face.

Is this true? Can a mere ordinary killer scare an old man like you?

Why don’t I believe it!

Besides, looking at the few bones and tattered clothes left underneath, he couldn't believe that this was only possible by luck.

Looking at the small whistle in the seventh uncle's hand, the ninth uncle took it with suspicion, and then said with disbelief:
"Seventh Uncle, did you use this thing to kill the killer downstairs? Did you use the Miaojiang Gu technique?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's skeptical look, Song Feng simply nodded:
"I didn't want to kill him, and even pointed out a way for him. Unfortunately, he still has professional ethics after all."

"So for the sake of my old bones, I can only use some tricks and attract some poisonous insects to send him away..."

Seeing Seventh Uncle's nonchalant look, Nineth Uncle didn't know what to say for a moment.

Pointing the way to a killer?
If this killer had any professional ethics, he would never be moved by just a few words from others.

But was he really killed with this whistle?
After listening to what the old man Seventh Uncle said, Uncle Nine looked at Seventh Uncle with a more complicated look:

"I didn't expect that you have learned so many things. You even know the Miaojiang Gu technique. You are really a scholar..."

Just holding the bone whistle given by the Miao people, he can easily summon snakes and insects to kill a killer without using any magic power.

I'm afraid only the experienced Gu Masters in Miaojiang can do this. What is the origin of this old guy?
Uncle Jiu didn’t know how many times he had asked such a question, but this old man knew so many things, so diverse and so shocking!

Looking at Uncle Jiu's gaze, Song Feng said that these were all minor issues:

"Wencai might have been a little frightened just now. Jiu, please help him calm down and don't let him have nightmares again tonight."

"It's getting late now and I should rest. I've been busy all night and I really don't have enough energy to keep up..."

After saying that, he walked directly to the bed next to him with his cane, then picked up the quilt and lay down on it.

Looking at the Seventh Uncle lying on the bed, the Ninth Uncle sighed helplessly:
"Never mind, it's just a matter of fighting back. Maybe I'm just worrying too much!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu looked at Wencai next to him and asked:

"Wencai, are you scared?"

After hearing Uncle Jiu say this, Wencai showed a lingering fear:

"Master, there were so many snakes and poisonous insects just now. It was really scary. The bad guys were eaten by the snakes..."

Seeing Wencai talking incoherently, Uncle Jiu gently pressed his sleeping point, and then said to Qiu Sheng beside him:
"Wencai has been through too many things tonight and his mind is a little hurt. Draw a calming talisman for him to consolidate his mind later."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but glance at the sleeping Wencai, and then looked at Uncle Jiu next to him:

"Master, what are you doing while I draw the talisman?"

Seeing Qiu Sheng with a puzzled look on his face, Uncle Jiu looked at him with an expression that said, "How can you be so stupid?"
"Of course I'll sleep while you draw the talisman!"

"I've been busy for so long tonight, and I've been fighting with the bat wizard for so long. I have to go to bed early..." After saying this, he imitated his seventh uncle, walked to the bed next to him, covered himself with the quilt, and fell asleep.

Looking at the three sleeping people, Qiu Sheng pointed at himself, then at Uncle Jiu, and seemed completely speechless:
"I...you...I...I also fought with the Bat Mage, okay?"

However, when he saw Uncle Nine in front of him seemed to be really asleep, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Oh, forget it, forget it. Who made me your apprentice? Wencai, you really know how to cause trouble for me!"

At the end of his speech, he knocked Wencai on the head a few times, and finally he had no choice but to accept the task.

They got up early the next morning, and the whole town seemed to have come back to life.

The place was bustling with people coming and going, with hawkers' cries everywhere.

"Coriander... radish..."

"Tanghulu..."

"..."

There were also many guests who got up early in that seemingly lifeless inn.

Suddenly, when they were sleeping last night, the strange pattern set up by the Bat Wizard had been broken.

Since they were going home and the route was familiar to them, everyone walked very fast.

But when they went back, there was an extra wheelbarrow, and on it there was an extra person, Wencai, lying on it.

"Master... I can't do it anymore. How about we take a break? We'll be in Renjia Town soon. It'll be fine if we take a break..."

Pushing the wheelbarrow, Qiu Sheng was panting loudly, looking like a tired puppy.

After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Uncle Jiu, who was pushing his wheelchair towards Renjia Town, shook his head:

"Forget about taking a rest. You should just push Wencai and send him directly to the charity cemetery."

"It's not that simple to draw out the essence. Let's sweat it out today. From tomorrow on, I will really teach you how to circulate the energy!"

Although Taoism does not pursue extreme practice, sometimes a little bit of pressure can be beneficial to future practice.

He was still able to grasp Qiu Sheng's progress in practice.

Song Feng did not express any opinion about Qiu Sheng pushing a wheelbarrow and bringing Wencai back all the way.

After all, this is Uncle Jiu teaching his apprentice. If he talks nonsense, he will break the rules!

"Since your master has said so, you should practice well. The Taoist's guiding method is quite mysterious."

Seeing that there was no way to ask for help from his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng had no choice but to push the cart forward.

Return to Yizhuang.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng, who had just pushed the wheelbarrow into the courtyard, couldn't help but lie down on the ground:
"No, I really can't do it anymore..."

After walking this distance, he really didn't want to move at all.

Although he can be considered to have some talent, he is still a mortal after all and is not indestructible, so he can't not complain of fatigue at all.

Seeing that Qiu Sheng had reached his limit, Uncle Jiu nodded, and then spoke to Wencai who was lying on the unicycle:
"Wencai, now that we're home, just crawl onto the bed by yourself. These two steps won't be a problem."

"Now I will take this opportunity to prepare a medicinal bath for the two of you, and start preparing for the training tonight."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu placed several people's bags on the table, then picked up the basket to select medicinal herbs.

You have to choose the right time for a medicinal bath. Sometimes a slight mistake may determine the success or failure of a medicinal bath.

So, although he was a little tired, he still prepared herbs non-stop. Being a chef is always tiring!

However, after hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Wencai, who was lying on the unicycle, couldn't help but scream:
"...Ah? I want a medicinal bath, too?"

"But my butt is already like this, how can I take a medicinal bath?"

Seeing Wencai's useless appearance, Uncle Jiu, who was picking herbs with a basket, couldn't help but snort coldly:
"If you can't take a medicinal bath, then wipe it. If that doesn't work, I'll make it into an ointment for you to apply on your body!"

"This time, I am really grateful to Qiu Sheng. If it were just you, I don't know when you would be qualified to draw out the essence!"

Now that one of his apprentices is finally achieving some success, Uncle Jiu is not so disappointed with him anymore.

Uncle Jiu said so, and Wencai could not help but agree with a bitter face:
"Ah... okay then..."

When he said this, he began to slowly move on the wheelbarrow, and then walked carefully into the house:
"Hey...ah!"

"Ouch..."

Looking at Wencai who was calling out with every step, Song Feng also stood up from the wheelchair, and then walked into the room with his cane:

"I've been exhausted from the journey, I need to take a good rest..."

Originally, Uncle Jiu was fine, but when he heard what Song Feng said, his face suddenly turned dark.

What do you mean by a long journey? It's obviously you who traveled by boat and I who was tired all the way, okay?

I've pushed your wheelchair all the way, how could I not know whether you are tired or not?

Feeling the gaze behind him, Song Feng stopped as if he remembered something, then turned around and said:
"Oh, by the way, Jiu, don't forget my Seven Wonders God-Replenishing Bait. I'm afraid the coffin fungus will go bad if it's left out for too long!"

Originally, Uncle Jiu thought that the old man stopped because he had a change of heart, but who would have thought that he was actually urging him to quickly refine the Seven Absolutes Divine Bait?
You are really good, old man!

You're really not afraid that I'll poison you, right?

Moreover, the coffin fungus is a very yin and cold thing. Even if your old bones are damaged, the coffin fungus cannot damage them!
For a moment, Uncle Jiu seemed to be picking the herbs with a little more force than before.

Damn old thing, you are really a wicked person. After you finish refining the Seven Absolute Divine Bait, you will see that I will ignore you.

Feeling the surging anger from Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng, who was lying beside him to catch his breath, subconsciously crawled away.

However, when Uncle Jiu saw his actions, he couldn't help but slap the table next to him:
"Stop! Where are you going?"

"You will be taking a medicinal bath tonight. You must stand here and practice diligently. You cannot stop until you have stood for an hour!"

Hearing this, Qiu Sheng, who was trying to crawl away from Uncle Jiu's sight, couldn't help but stand aside with a bitter face:

"The city gate is on fire, which affects the fish in the pond..."

(End of this chapter)