The God and Buddha are actually me

Under the moonlight, two figures quickly headed towards the outside of Yangzhou City.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the embroiderer who was leading the way in front of him, and he had a new understanding of the evil and extreme nature of the left-handed technique.

The embroiderer wanted to control him with the technique of bewitching the soul, but she didn't want to lose in the competition of the soul, so the spell backfired and he bewitched her instead.

The current embroiderer was equivalent to leaving a mark of loyalty to him deep in her soul, which directly distorted her mind.

Her intelligence would not be affected in any way, even her memory was there, but she would just regard him as the most important person, worship him, and respect him extremely.

This kind of magic is really dangerous. Zhang Jiuyang seemed calm, but in fact he was a little scared in secret.

If he hadn't cultivated the Lingguan Tianyan method and his soul was protected by the sky fire, he might have really fallen this time.

Those who can cultivate to the fourth level have some means at the bottom of the box.

However, after this battle, Zhang Jiuyang also had an accurate positioning of his own strength.

Unconsciously, he has already closed the huge gap between himself and the fourth realm. Except for the lack of mana, his magical skills have surpassed many fourth realms.

The third realm is still in the stage of laying the foundation in cultivation. At this stage, it is good enough for cultivators to master one or two magics. I am afraid that there is no second person like Zhang Jiuyang who has a profound magic.

Immortal Golden Body, Palm Thunder, Spirit Officer Secret, Sky Eye Method, Flying Sword Technique, Five Thunder Talisman, Master Sa Fire Talisman...

Unconsciously, he has mastered so many magical powers.

It is not unfair for the embroiderer to fall on him.

"Master, we are about to arrive. There are still some skinners guarding there. Do you need me to kill them all?"

Under the moonlight, the embroiderer looked particularly serious, as if as long as Zhang Jiuyang gave an order, she would not hesitate to attack her former friends.

"No need, pretend that I was captured by you first."

"I understand!"

She continued to lead the way and came to a secluded and open place.

"Master, there is a formation next. Just watch my steps and follow me."

She deliberately walked very slowly to ensure that Zhang Jiuyang could see clearly. In this way, the mountain protection formation that the Painted Skin Master had spent countless efforts to set up instantly lost its effect.

After a while, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes blurred and he appeared in front of a cliff.

"Master, the nest is at the bottom of the cliff. We are almost there."

The embroiderer said and jumped directly from the cliff. Zhang Jiuyang jumped down without hesitation.

There is a cave at the bottom of the cliff. There is a huge cave from which you can enter the underground. I don't know how long I have walked. The surroundings are getting darker and damper, and the light is very dim.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes focused and saw a door in the distance. In front of the door was a stone sculpture of a monster.

Then, a rough and hoarse voice sounded.

"Who is he?"

The stone sculpture of the monster shook, and dust kept falling. Finally, it came to life. He held a skinning knife in his hand, was ten feet tall, had a green face and fangs, and had a hideous and ugly face. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Zhang Jiuyang.

Skinner!

Yue Ling had killed one himself and kept its head.

On the way here, the embroiderer told her everything about the Painted Skin Master.

The Painted Skin Master followed the path of painted skin and cultivated all kinds of methods, so he needed all kinds of painted skins as the foundation for his cultivation.

The skinner was the evil spirit he trained to skin him.

The skinned human skin would be sent to the Painted Skin Master to be made into masks with his magical powers. The most precious ones would be kept by him, and the rest would be given to the embroiderer, who would arrange the next matters.

Or plant a hidden player, or train his subordinates.

There were originally four skinners in the nest, but now there are only three left. Each of them has the combat power of the fourth realm, but there is still a big gap compared with the embroiderer.

In terms of strength and status, the embroidered lady was far superior to these skinners, so when facing the skinners guarding the door, she spoke indifferently and with a very tough attitude.

"This man is a gift from me to the master, stop talking nonsense and open the door."

The skinner's eyes swept over Zhang Jiuyang, then he bent down, exerted force with both arms, and lifted the heavy stone door.

The embroidered lady and Zhang Jiuyang entered.

The stone door was lowered again, and the skinner turned into a stone sculpture again.

Zhang Jiuyang looked around, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Is this the nest of the Painted Skin Master?

This place is deep underground, with many tunnels in all directions, which is obviously for easy escape at any time, like an underground maze.

The Painted Skin Master is indeed an old fox. Even if he is discovered in such a nest, he can easily escape.

Sure enough, luring him out and killing him is the most correct choice.

The bloody smell hit me in the face, mixed with the smell of rotting corpses and the unique cold air of the underground, mixed into a disgusting and filthy smell.

Corpses, peeled corpses everywhere!

Buried casually like garbage, some arms were still exposed outside the soil, being gnawed by rats.

There were candles on the walls around, but the candles were also made of human fat, and there was a burnt smell of rotten apples when they were lit.

When walking, you can even step on the human bones and fascia that have been removed.

Accompanied by faint screams, Zhang Jiuyang thought he had come to the eighteenth level of hell.

"Master, that person is in this house."

The embroiderer brought Zhang Jiuyang to a house with an iron lock, and skillfully took out the key to open the lock.

"Master, the Painted Skin Master is usually busy practicing, so I am asked to bring her food."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said, "You stand guard at the door and don't let anyone in."

"Yes, I obey your order!"

...

Zhang Jiuyang pushed the door open and walked in.

Shen Tuxiong's childhood memories emerged in his mind. It was still this house, but the walls were covered with moss, leaving mottled traces of time.

The reason why he came to the Painted Skin Master's lair was to find a way to destroy it, and also to meet Shen Tuxiong's mother.

In Shen Tuxiong's memory, the Painted Skin Master seemed to be particularly concerned about that woman.

And according to the embroiderer, the Painted Skin Master was not close to women at all, and was not moved by her seduction at all, but he was very concerned about this woman and gave birth to a child with her.

Even if he was busy with cultivation, he would ask the embroiderer to deliver three meals a day, and not to neglect it, and the food must be the best.

There were even a few times when the Painted Skin Master personally cooked for that woman.

This made the former embroiderer very jealous. She asked herself that she was ten times more beautiful than that woman, and she really couldn't figure out what the Painted Skin Master liked about her.

"Huh?"

After pushing open the door, Zhang Jiuyang didn't see any woman. There were only a few jars around, and it was empty.

Just as Zhang Jiuyang was about to ask the embroiderer, he suddenly heard a sound from a jar.

Then, a head slowly poked out of the jar.

Her long hair was loose, her face was pale, her expression was dull, and she looked at Zhang Jiuyang's face with a hint of doubt.

"Who are you?"

She spoke, her voice was a little hoarse, and her pronunciation was not very clear, as if she hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked.

Although the woman in front of him had become haggard and much older, he still recognized her at a glance. She was Shen Tu Xiong's mother!

But now, her limbs were cut off, her bones were softened with vinegar, and she was forced into the jar.

"I am from the Imperial Observatory, a friend of Shen Tu Xiong."

The woman in the jar was refreshed, but she was suspicious.

"Don't worry, the Painted Skin Master is about to die. He is not here now, and he should not be able to come back. I am here to save you."

As he said, Zhang Jiuyang told some of the things she and Shen Tu Xiong did when they were young according to the scenes in his memory.

Hearing this, the woman finally let down her guard. She was very excited and said: "Is he... okay now?"

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment, and said: "He is dead."

The woman was stunned, and then the light in her eyes dimmed.

"For me, he must have done a lot of wrong things. Death may not be a relief for him..."

"Young man, you are his friend, can I ask you for one thing?"

"What?"

"Kill me."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned, and then fell silent.

He had seen the scene of mother and son relying on each other in Shen Tuxiong's memory.

In this cold devil's cave, they rely on each other.

Not to mention that Shen Tuxiong is dead, even if he is still alive, she probably doesn't want to live in this state and continue to be a burden to her son.

Feeling the woman's expectant and pleading eyes, Zhang Jiuyang sighed lightly.

"Okay, but before that, there are some things I want to ask you."

"It's about that beast!"

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned, and then realized that she was talking about the Painted Skin Master.

"Yes, can you tell me everything you know about him?"

The Painted Skin Master is so mysterious that Zhang Jiuyang still knows nothing about his origin, background and experience.

Even the embroiderer doesn't know.

He always felt that there were other secrets hidden in the Painted Skin Master, and perhaps the woman in front of him could help him solve his doubts.

"As long as you can kill me, I will tell you everything!"

The woman in the altar paused, and then said something that shocked Zhang Jiuyang.

"That beast is my younger brother. The thing I regret most is that I didn't use a stone to smash him to death when he was still in his cradle!"

The Painted Skin Master... is her younger brother?

In an instant, Zhang Jiuyang's mind flashed with lightning.

No wonder Shen Tu Xiong, although he was born tall and mighty, had lush hair all over his body like an ape, and even had a deformed hand under his armpit!

So that's it, under close relatives, the offspring born are naturally prone to deformities.

"Everything starts from that rainy night decades ago."

Talking about that rainy night, she shuddered subconsciously, and a trace of fear appeared in her eyes.

"I was originally from Qiuling Village, Zihe Town, Yangzhou. When I was seven years old, my mother died while pregnant, leaving two lives."

"My father wanted to bury her, but he found out..."

"Not only did my dead mother's body not decay, but her belly was getting bigger day by day until she was ten months pregnant and about to give birth."

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