Master, what path do you cultivate?

Chapter 114: Jiang Chen, the Corpse Ancestor of Nanhua District

In the Nanhua district headquarters building, in the president's room on the third basement floor, Sima Zhao is still waiting for the news of Ji Qinglin's death.

Meanwhile, the fifth floor at the bottom of the building.

Two disciples of Nanhua District Zongmen in white Taoist robes are holding red sandalwood boxes in their hands and walking into this underground space that few people usually set foot in.

Although the area of ​​the fifth floor is not large, and the interior is empty, and everything you can see is unobstructed, it is a place that ordinary people from the chamber of commerce cannot enter.

Only members of the Sima family have the right to enter.

Except for another room connected to the elevator door, there is no ventilation, drainage, door and window access.

The circular basement is the center, covered with exquisite and unique blood-red tiles, and the custom-made tiles are combined on the ground to form a huge five-pointed star shape.

The two disciples went to the wall next to them and tapped lightly three times, and a computer screen lit up, showing the five-pointed star pattern on the ground.

Among them, the taller disciple stepped forward to enter the password, and the other thinner disciple looked around and said:

"It's the first time I've come here. If it wasn't for the president's accident, the elders have all gone to a meeting. I guess it wouldn't be our turn. This is the legendary corpse ancestor's burial place?"

"Of course, otherwise how could we be so well-prepared."

"Actually, I have never understood that the corpse repair techniques in our Nanhua District are passed down from each family's ancestors. Could it be that the corpse ancestors in this rumor are the ancestors of each family? Doesn't it mean that there is only one person here?"

The tall disciple obviously had older qualifications, turned around and said:

"Actually, I also heard that this corpse ancestor is not a member of our Sima family, but a corpse cultivator a long time ago. It is said that there were differences in the technique of corpse cultivation in the sect at that time. There were self-cultivation and other cultivation. There is a difference between self-oriented and corpse-based.

In the end, in the sect's internal fighting, our Sima family advocated that the branch of his cultivation won the victory, and at that time, the branch of my cultivation was defeated. This corpse ancestor is said to be the leader of the branch of our cultivation that was finally captured by tricks.

Because I practice one to cultivate my body to the point where it is free from life and death, like a corpse but not a corpse, so their bodies are different from ordinary qi refiners, especially this leader. Township, so that future generations can borrow the corpse, maybe it's just for the sake of sound, that's why it's called the ancestor of the corpse.

Of course, these are also rumors within the sect, and no one knows whether they are credible or not. "

The thin disciple nodded and said:

"Maybe that's true. Isn't what you're holding in your hand the corpse ancestor's arm transplanted by President Sima Zhao? This is the heart transplanted by Sima Duan. By the way, if Sima Shi really becomes the president, it might The image of the chamber of commerce could be better, the former president was too extravagant, and the remaining corpses alone filled the basement."

"Shh, this is not nonsense, if you are heard, be careful and punish you to fight the former president's body."

"Can you really fight together? That Ji Qinglin is also perverted enough. It doesn't matter if he is strong, but his moves are so obscene. I saw him like this."

The tall disciple interrupted after entering the password:

"Okay, don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up and leave, this is the most sinister place in the entire Nanhua District."

After the disciple entered the password, he clicked on the left and right corners and the middle part of the five-pointed star.

beep

The tiles in the center of the void slowly rise to reveal custom-built storage cabinets below.

The tall disciple stepped forward and opened the red sandalwood box, took out the two white arms of the corpse ancestor inside, and placed them in the storage cabinets at the left and right ends of the five-pointed star.

The thin disciple took out the processed corpse ancestor heart and put it in the central storage box.

Watching the storage cabinet fall slowly, the two disciples didn't notice that a drop of blood rolled down from the red sandalwood box held by one of them and hit the blood-red tiles and quickly seeped into it.

"Huh, well, hurry up, I really dare not come to this place alone."

After returning the storage cabinet and the computer, the two who turned off the lights were just about to leave.

boom--

A rather slight knocking sound came from behind.

The two looked back subconsciously, and everything in the empty storage room was the same.

"What's the sound? Just say this place is evil,"

"How would I know? Go back and have a look."

"Are you sick? After finishing the work, leave quickly. If you want to go back, go back."

"Tch, are the morticians afraid of this? Walk around, what if it's a mechanical failure or an underground collapse."

The two reluctantly returned to the basement, but there was no movement around them.

thump thump——

The taller disciple walked to the five-pointed star in the middle and stepped on it lightly, but still did not hear anything abnormal.

"This seems to be the case~"

Before the disciple finished speaking, he suddenly screamed, and his body suddenly shrank and fell to the ground. Blood flowed out from the bottom of his feet, and the blood that flowed out quickly seeped into the ground.

After falling to the ground, the disciple realized that where he had just stepped on, there was actually a sharp blood thorn standing up from the gap between the tiles. Because the color was the same, he did not notice that he accidentally stepped on it.

Seeing that something was wrong, the other disciple hurriedly ran to the elevator, but many thin blood threads immediately popped out from the cracks in the tiles, tied him up and pulled him back.

Before it landed, many blood-red sharp thorns protruded from the gaps in the tiles.

Puff puff--

The disciple who was pulled back and fell to the ground had several blood holes on his legs.

The two wanted to yell, but the blood that seemed to have life quickly tied up their mouths completely.

boom--

The familiar voice came from below again, and the good news is that now the two of them finally knew where the voice came from.

It seemed to know that this kind of collision could not escape, and the sound stopped after only two collisions.

As more blood flowed out from the two of them, the blood threads gradually began to gather in the area above the five-pointed star, as if they were groping for a closed structure.

Gudoo -

Blood came out from above the five-pointed star, and the storage cabinet also rose slowly.

Relying on this method, the living blood thread quickly opened all the storage cabinets.

The two disciples, who had already collapsed due to blood loss, had no ability to resist at all, and could only watch helplessly as the body parts in the storage cabinet slowly gathered together.

Legs, arms, head, torso... Every part of the body is covered in thick blood, which is hard to see clearly.

The different parts are temporarily joined together through the splicing of blood, but there are still obvious incisions between the body parts.

Looking at the outline of the figure, it was a young woman, with long blood-red hair hanging down to cover her face, blood wrapped around her body like clothes, and there were black tattoo patterns on the exposed parts of her body.

The red-haired woman clothed in blood briefly moved her muscles and bones, looked at the surrounding environment, and walked gracefully to the two of them.

He stretched out his hand and pulled off the Taoist robe on one of them to wrap it around his body before asking:

"A descendant of the Sima family?"

The voice is extremely charming, and it is impossible to hear the tone of the person who was sealed here and just resurrected.

The two disciples looked at each other and nodded tremblingly.

The red-haired woman raised her hand and tapped the place where the blood thorn pierced the two of them. The bleeding wound seemed to be sealed, and then tapped the main acupuncture points a few times. The two only felt the pain on their bodies. One light.

Seeing that the two of them were not in danger of their lives for the time being, the red-haired woman asked while moving her body:

"What's the situation outside now? What is the status of the Corpse Repair Sect? Who is the leader?"

Listening to the red-haired woman in front of her asking questions continuously, the two of them didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Leaving the lives of the two of you is only so useful, if even this can't be done"

"The ancestor of the corpse, I will say what I say."

———————

Sima Zhao and Sima Shi waited in the conference room all night in vain, but there was no news about Sima Changhan's success.

Sima Zhao also started to feel a little anxious, but it stands to reason that his father's Yin Lei Jue should have no opponent in Bangkok. The last time he seriously injured Lei Qiong was the best proof.

Could it be that there was some accident?

Sima Shi was thinking about whether to send someone to Xindong Street to inquire, when the door of the president's room opened, followed by a disciple wrapped in a turban and wearing a Taoist robe of the chamber of commerce.

"It's becoming more and more unruly, whoever told you not to knock on the door."

The visitor tore off the turban, and the long red hair was thrown behind him, revealing the extremely seductive face of a woman even without makeup.

Not only Sima Shi, but also Sima Zhao with a mechanical body next to the tank was completely stunned. Neither of them thought that such a strange thing would happen again at this time. Sima Zhao said in surprise:

"Jiang Chen!"

Looking at the astonished faces of one person and one robot, the corpse ancestor Jiang Chen showed a seductive smile and said:

"It's true that the rules are becoming more and more unruly. After all, the younger generations of your Sima family are able to achieve today's cultivation because of me. You don't call them ancestors or corpse ancestors, but you actually call them by their first names."

Except for a few members of the Sima family who are in a special position, almost no one knows Jiang Chen's true identity and what happened back then.

Sima Shi bowed and said:

"I don't know why the ancestor wants to leave the customs?"

"The members of the Sima family are still so hypocritical. If you escape, you will escape. What are you talking about? Of course, I am coming out to replace you as the president."

Sima Zhao was originally a little angry because he didn't receive the news that Ji Qinglin had been killed. At this time, Jiang Chen, the corpse ancestor, escaped from the seal to grab the chairman's position, and said angrily:

"The old ancestor is probably joking. If you want to take care of your life, we will naturally arrange it, but the position of president may not fall to you anyway."

The seductive smile on Jiang Chen's face became even wider:

"It seems that I didn't come out to kill with a vengeful attitude, which gave you some illusions that I was discussing with you."

Knowing that there was only one person in Jiang Chen, Sima Zhao said confidently:

"I'm afraid it's not my turn in this Nanhua District."

Jiang Chen flicked his fingers outward, and the blood needle shot out quickly and pierced Sima Zhao's brain in the middle of the vat, Sima Zhao's robot body also stopped.

Jiang Chen explained with a smile:

"Just now I was thinking whether I should kill you in the name of revenge against the Sima family, or in the name of being cruel and incompetent as the president, but now that I think about it, it may not be necessary, I just don't want to listen to you. "

bang—bang—

With a snap of Jiang Chen's fingers, the blood needle injected into Sima Zhao's brain exploded instantly.

The splashed brains hit the cylinder, and Sima Zhao's robot body also stopped.

"It's finally quiet. So, what do you think? Vice President Sima Shi?"

Thank you for your reading and support! (Jiang Chen's story sounds like Li Mochou.)

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