Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

"Brother Biao, teach this kid a lesson, kill him!"

The little beggar was behind Brother Biao, and in the dim light, he didn't notice anything unusual about Brother Biao, and he was still screaming fiercely.

Song Wen felt that there was nothing in Brother Biao's body that could be devoured. With a push of his left hand, the mummy was flung away lightly.

Only then did the little beggar see clearly the miserable condition of Brother Biao.

The whole body was shriveled and dehydrated, and the skin became browned and wrinkled, like a mummy that had not decayed for thousands of years.

"Ah... ghost... blood-sucking demon."

The little beggar was so frightened that his feet gave way and he fell to the ground. Then in panic, he rolled and crawled back.

The screams of the little beggar woke Song Wen out of his stupor. He himself was shocked by the tragic situation of Brother Biao. After a brief absence, he looked indifferently at the little beggar who was trying to escape.

The little beggar must not be allowed to escape.

The secret of his ability to kill people and swallow their essence and blood must not be allowed to be known to others.

Thinking of the strange energy that inexplicably appeared in his body to save his life when he took the Blood Qi Pill that day, Song Wen was very sure that his body seemed to be hiding a huge secret, and it was a secret that could scare people and must not be exposed. .

Song Wen kicked his feet with all his strength, jumped three meters away, and grabbed the little beggar by the back of his neck.

"No... no, please let me go." The little beggar begged loudly.

Song Wen turned a deaf ear, his heart was as cold as a stone, and he had no sympathy for the little beggar because of his age.

This little beggar does not have the innocence and innocence of other children at all, but only ruthlessness and fierceness. Giving up on him and leaving will undoubtedly create huge hidden dangers for himself.

The dagger mercilessly penetrated the little beggar's heart, ending his short life.

The blood and essence on the little beggar's body was swallowed up again, turning into a mummy.

And Song Wen once again experienced that extremely comfortable and wonderful feeling,

After continuously absorbing the blood essence of a man in his prime and a vigorous child, Song Wen's own body seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

It's like the feeling of an extremely hungry person who feels full after overeating.

Song Wen felt that all the muscle cells in his body were beating, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

He was also dizzy, as if he was drunk. He felt that the ground under his feet was a little soft, as if he were stepping on clouds. It felt extremely unreal.

Even the little spiritual power in his Dantian became boiling and boiling, as if he had taken stimulants.

Song Wen finally managed to calm down his thoughts. He looked at the two mummies on the ground and thought about how to deal with them. If they were allowed to stay where they were, it would most likely cause panic among the people and attract the attention of the government. If someone traces it to him, it will be troublesome.

It's possible that he might come to the world as a demon and be burned alive in public.

"The corpse must be destroyed and all traces must be destroyed."

Song Wen endured the physical and mental discomfort, looked around and found that there was no one around, and no one had noticed it yet.

He tried to summon his spiritual energy and punched the little beggar's body with all his strength.

After the mummy lost its essence and blood, the toughness of the corpse became extremely poor. Song Wen's punch directly smashed the little beggar's head into pieces.

The broken head turned into a pile of gray-white rotten flesh, with no trace of blood in it.

Song Wen's eyes lit up. It was extremely difficult to tell that the head was human after being smashed.

Song Wen carried the two mummies to the stinky ditch beside the alley, and punched the corpses one after another.

Soon the two mummies were blasted into pieces, and then they were all thrown into the smelly ditch by Song Wen.

He picked up all the fragments of the little beggar's head and scattered them in the stinking ditch.

After Song Wen finished all this, he quickly left the alley.

When Song Wen walked onto the main road, he realized that his physical excitement and mental wandering were even stronger.

When handling the mummy just now, the intense tension diluted the discomfort, but it did not disappear, it just accumulated and suddenly erupted at this moment.

Song Wen felt that he could no longer control his body, and even walking in a straight line became a little difficult.

Song Wen gritted his teeth and persisted, and finally returned to the Tiansha Gang after stumbling.

After finally returning to his room, Song Wen immediately wanted to do some exercise to relieve his physical discomfort.

As a result, he found that whether it was the tumbling blood in his body or his erratic mental state, he was unable to calm down and meditate.

He had no other choice but to lie in bed and wait for his body to recover naturally. Unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down, he gradually fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up until the next morning.

In the early morning of the next day, the physical and mental discomfort gradually subsided a lot.

However, his whole body was still full of energy and blood, as if it was about to escape automatically, and the little brother was standing tall and proud.

At this time, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

"Master Song, it's time to have breakfast."

The servant, Aunt Chen, is here to deliver the meal.

It seemed that when his body was absorbing, digesting and swallowing the qi and blood last night, it also consumed a lot of energy. At this moment, Song Wen felt unbearably hungry, as if he could eat a whole cow.

Song Wen immediately got out of bed and opened the door.

I saw a middle-aged lady waiting outside with a food box in hand.

Her lowered eyes fell just below Song Wen's waist, and her eyes were a little dazed for a moment.

Song Wen took the food box and said, "Thank you Aunt Chen. I'm a little hungry today. Please send me two more, no! Five breakfasts."

Aunt Chen was a little stunned immediately and didn't respond for a while. She didn't react until Song Wen closed the door.

There was an inexplicable flush on her face and she murmured.

"You're not old, but you have a lot of capital and a big appetite. It's really good to be young."

Since Song Wen introduced Qi into his body, his ears and eyes have become much more sensitive day by day. He heard Aunt Chen's whisper to herself outside, word for word.

He looked down and found that the capital seemed to be quite large.

After Song Wen finished all the six breakfasts sent by Aunt Chen, he finally felt full in his stomach.

He opened the door, walked out, entered the medicine garden, and took care of the elixirs for digestion.

At the same time, he was secretly thinking about the process of devouring the essence and blood of the two people last night.

He looked inside and found that the qi and blood he had previously been severely short of had been completely replenished. As for the excess qi and blood last night, he no longer knew where he had gone, and he could no longer feel it.

He also felt that his physical body had been slightly strengthened. The strengthening effect was very small and not obvious, but he could clearly feel it.

Also, his spirit seems to have improved to a certain extent, and his understanding of the techniques has become much clearer.

"Could it be that I am devouring not only their essence and blood, but also something else?"

"Where does my body's devouring ability come from? Is this the long-awaited essential benefit for time travellers, the golden finger?"

Song Wen, who had a keen mind, soon realized that the devouring ability seemed to be able to help him solve his current predicament.

As long as Haosheng works, he has a high chance of being able to trick Ji Yin to death.

Thinking of this, Song Wen's mind became active.

What he never discovered from beginning to end was that he didn't feel uncomfortable at all because of killing people. Instead, he always had a faint expectation in his heart to kill people and swallow blood again.