Celestial Demon Starting from Attribute Points-Chapter 37: Breaking Away

Outside Blind Alley, in a desolate dark alley, the pale golden moonlight fell upon the fragments of flesh that had just been dismembered.

A cold wind whistled through the gaps in the dilapidated wall, creating an eerie sound akin to a woman’s midnight wailing.

Two shadows, a ground full of flesh, yet not a drop of blood. No matter how you looked at it... it was unsettling.

Suddenly, the pieces of flesh seemed to be drawn by some bizarre power, starting to make a rustling movement.

Crack.

The two closest chunks of decayed flesh quickly collided, the rotting sections squeezing and adhering, producing a nauseating sound of fusion.

In no time, the adhesion completed, and the cracks on the surface turned into scars, which then disappeared at an alarming speed.

In a flash, not even a red mark remained.

Swish!

Wei Yao drew her gun.

Clang!

This time, the gun didn’t penetrate the decayed flesh, but Li Xuan clearly heard a dull thud, as if the gun was striking a hard iron plate.

Wei Yao slightly raised her hand and fired again.

This time, she suddenly exerted force from her wrist, the gun thrust about an inch, then burst into a powerful force, piercing the melded decayed flesh.

Scorching heat surged from Wei Yao’s wrist and gun tip, releasing a brief mist in the chilly spring night before dissipating.

Crack...

Under the gun’s impact, the melded decayed flesh exploded again, yet it began to wriggle once more.

This scene, this moment...

Li Xuan and Wei Yao couldn’t help but feel a creeping absurdity; even though they’d seen it once, facing it personally stirred an uncontrollable eerie sensation throughout their bodies.

"This vendor has become so difficult to kill, even for a Half-Step Grandmaster..." Wei Yao quickly calmed herself and evaluated, then added, "A Grandmaster, only among the strongest ones, can kill him outright.

However, without danger, it seems he wouldn’t trigger this kind of iron-clad body."

Previously, she and Li Xuan could easily slice the vendor apart, and back then, the vendor’s body wasn’t this hard.

Li Xuan gazed seriously at the decayed flesh, transparent ripples flashing around him, randomly slicing through the flesh.

He might not have learned Secret Martial Arts, but with 17 agility, and clearly this saw line wasn’t ordinary, so the continuously ’reviving’ vendor was being continually dissected by him.

"What about a powerful crossbow?"

"Fire?"

"Doused in oil?"

"If two pieces are placed a kilometer apart, will they still move toward each other?"

"If two pieces are separated for more than an hour, will they still fuse?"

"What if some other animals eat this meat, what will happen?"

Li Xuan murmured his inquiries.

Wei Yao looked at Li Xuan, astonished, thinking: ’As expected of a prodigy... truly thorough in thought.’

She felt it out and said, "A powerful crossbow can pierce his body, but not from too far away. As for fire... let’s give it a try and see."

Just as they were speaking, Li Xuan suddenly frowned.

Now, his senses were extremely keen, and in this moment of distraction, he sensed some footsteps that were originally walking normally had stopped, silent.

But being silent doesn’t mean they aren’t moving, they could be treading lightly.

His form suddenly shifted, soaring up, revealing a demonic visage.

With this listening, the silent footsteps reappeared, converging and attacking him.

Li Xuan said, "We can’t stay here for long, let’s go!"

After speaking, he pulled out a folded burlap sack from his cloak.

With a shake, the folded sack unfolded.

Li Xuan swiftly scooped up the scattered flesh into the sack, tightened the mouth, gauged the surrounding movements, and quickly headed for the northeast exit.

Wei Yao followed closely behind.

Before long, they mounted a carriage in the distance.

Wei Yao took the reins, the carriage sped onward.

Li Xuan hunched his back, sensing the surroundings.

As the fourth watch approached, even the bustling night market of Hundred Flowers Mansion returned to tranquility.

Due to the absence of a night curfew, there were still some brothel patrons, heavily drunkards, and unidentified individuals wandering the streets.

In the coachman’s seat, Wei Yao asked in a hushed voice, "Master, should we investigate?

These malevolent spirits have entered the city, who knows how much mischief they will cause and how many civilians they might harm."

Li Xuan asked, "Do you want to investigate?"

Wei Yao hurriedly said, "Everything depends on you, Master."

Li Xuan squinted, deep in thought.

Investigate?

Investigate what?

This ghostly thing clearly has connections with the demons circling around the Luoshi Sect.

Moreover... unknowingly, these ghostly things have already infiltrated the Hundred Flowers Mansion. If not examined closely or interacted with, one would never notice anything unusual from the outside.

If he investigates, he will inevitably confront these ghostly things throughout the city, confront Lin Jieniu, and subsequently be attacked by the masses.

And these ghostly things possess a certain level of intelligence; who knows what identities they have in the city.

If there’s an official among them, then wouldn’t he be trapped in a desperate situation, and by that time... he would have no choice but to carve a bloody path out of that desperate situation.

However, here’s the problem.

What benefit would he gain from taking such actions? What would be the purpose?

But if he doesn’t investigate, what should he do?

In the early hours, the city was as quiet as a graveyard.

And the sound of the carriage was piercingly loud.

Suddenly, Li Xuan said, "Stop."

At the word, Wei Yao pulled the reins.

The horse stopped.

Li Xuan shook the sack to prevent the pieces of flesh inside from fusing together again, while he tilted his ear to listen intently.

After a stick of incense time, he heard footsteps again, rustling, like evil spirits climbing from shadows in a nightmare, like a pack of wolves closing in from the underbrush in a forest.

Li Xuan immediately understood that these ghostly things could actually identify their "kind" through scent.

He pondered for a few seconds and suddenly said, "Let’s go."

Wei Yao tightly gripped the reins, asking, "Where to?"

Li Xuan said solemnly, "Hundred Flowers Mansion, General Yuan’s residence."

...

...

General Yuan’s residence.

The small courtyard.

A confident young man was pacing back and forth, suddenly walking to the side of a robust middle-aged man sitting quietly drinking tea, saying, "Father, Zhao Yi and the others haven’t returned yet! But Lin Jieniu has returned! Zhao Yi must have been killed by Lin Jieniu."

The young man was Yuan Chaojin.

And the middle-aged man was his father, also the General of Hundred Flowers Mansion, Yuan Guan, who was deep in thought at the time.

"Father, Lin Jieniu has completely turned into a demon, and Mr. Su is no good either. I suspect that our previous failure to exterminate the demons was due to them.

Our army entered the forest but couldn’t even see a single beast; yet, once we dispersed, we were immediately ambushed, as if in battle, the enemy had fully grasped our information!

What does this indicate? It indicates there’s a mole!"

Yuan Chaojin continued speaking relentlessly.

But Yuan Guan remained lost in thought.

A young person might act on impulse, but he, being a General, couldn’t act without an opportunity, only deploying loyal cavalry to act discreetly.

"Father! Mobilize the troops, kill Lin Jieniu, kill Mr. Su, only then can we relieve the crisis at Hundred Flowers!" Yuan Chaojin babbled on.

Perhaps tired of listening, Yuan Guan said, "Enough!"

Yuan Chaojin shut his mouth, sighed.

Yuan Guan said, "Cao Shuda is still around, he’s not without people. How can I take action without an opportunity?!"

As the father and son were speaking, suddenly a strange thud of a heavy object landing came from the front yard.

This sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

As soon as the sound arose, the General’s residence became lively.

The sounds of footsteps, armor clashing, and sword handles swaying rose like a tide from all directions.

The General’s residence was, indeed, a dragon’s den, a tiger’s lair.

Yuan Guan frowned, got up, and headed to the front yard with his hands behind his back.

With his military experience, any occurrence during a tense moment would be anything but ordinary.

And soon, he saw this unusual sight.

It was an open sack.

Inside the sack, rotten pieces of flesh were spread all over the ground.

Oddly, there was no blood among the flesh.

Next to the pieces of flesh, there was a wooden stick inserted into the ground, with a few distorted, completely unstructured words carved onto it: Lin Jieniu, likewise.

Yuan Guan frowned, not understanding what this meant.

But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, because... he saw the pieces of flesh rapidly bonding together, forming a body, a leg within moments.

And other limbs were quickly forming.

Facing this scene, Yuan Guan did not feel fear but instead suddenly revealed a smile.

This was like receiving a pillow when drowsy.

Whether he could make use of it was another matter, but he indeed liked this pillow.

Yuan Guan suddenly spread his arms, shouting fiercely, "Mobilize the troops!! At dawn, follow me to capture Lin Jieniu!"