purgatory artist

Chapter 2 The Tracker

The blood trickled down the corner of his eye.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes blankly.

It is night outside.

It was dark and silent all around.

A gust of wind blows quietly, accompanied by a whisper:
"Fellow Daoist, your injuries are not serious, please be patient for a while, I will go and invite your lord to come."

At the end of that voice, it went away again.

He listened quietly, with no expression on his face, and his eyes looked around.

This was a temporary barracks, and the seriously injured monks were lying on stretchers, occasionally groaning in pain.

I'm alive?

wrong.

The hexagram clearly shows that as long as I go to save Master, I will surely die.

What about the master?

and also--

How could I be in this makeshift barracks?

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

He frowned slightly, and followed the sound to look to the left.

On the left was another stretcher, on which lay a burly martial arts monk.

The cultivator closed his eyes tightly, and his arm was hanging limply beside the stretcher. The blood flowed continuously along the snake-shaped tattoo on his arm, penetrated the wooden board, and dripped on the ground.

Judging from the injuries on the martial arts monk's body, it was obvious that he had been wounded by the sharp claws of a monster. Since the monster energy had been scattered into his limbs and bones for too long, he was powerless to recover.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The blood kept dripping.

The breathing sound of the martial arts monk gradually disappeared.

--died.

Suddenly, life is gone.

Everything is silent again.

He pondered in the dark.

Is the war over?

Who's winning?
Ordinarily, I was slapped to death by the master's palm, so why am I still alive?

etc--

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the martial arts monk again.

The martial arts monk lay there motionless.

He looked around again.

The battalion was full of wounded soldiers.

Many people are already dead, and there are still some who are not dead, and they are exhaling more and breathing less, and it seems that there is not much time left.

He looked back and forth at everything around him.

- Can I see things with my eyes?
He seemed to remember something, and quickly looked down, only to find that he had a pair of intact arms.

impossible.

Blindness and disabled arms are all due to the incompleteness of the meridian, the medicine stone cannot be cured, and many secret methods have no effect.

Is it...

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows.

Two figures quietly appeared in front of him.

"My lord, this fellow Taoist is awake."

"Well, it's a miracle that you can wake up from such a serious injury."

A divine thought landed on him and swept it away, and quickly retracted it.

"—he has hope of surviving—quickly, give him medicine!"

"Yes!"

He felt himself being lifted up and took a few mouthfuls of the medicine.

The medicinal liquid is fragrant at the entrance, exuding a coldness and a slight numbness.

He immediately remembered the healing liquid.

——Hui Sheng San.

Moreover, it is Huishengsan that has been aged for a long time, and its medicinal power is sufficient.

In the army, this medicinal wine is specially used to treat critically injured people. It is very effective, but it is also very expensive, so it is not easy to use it.

"Let's go, let's continue to work, and then we will see his own fortune."

The man exhorted.

The other person gently supported him to lie down, and the two retreated together.

Soon.

The medicinal solution begins to take effect.

He felt that the wounds on his body began to itch, like countless bugs gnawed away.

It was silent and dark.

night.

long.

He was lying on his back with nothing to do, rubbing his left hand in his sleeve for a while, silently holding a rope, and even pulling out a small wooden sign tied to the rope.

Take the sign and take a closer look, only to see that it reads:

"Name: Liu Ping."

"Cultivation: Peak Qi Refining Realm."

"Age: Nineteen."

"Affiliated sect: Baisheng."

"Note: Baishengmen has been destroyed."

Qi refining is the enlightenment stage of practice.

My own cultivation has suddenly dropped from the Divine Illumination Realm to the Qi Refining Realm——

Pretty amazing.

He put the sign back gently, thinking to himself.

19 years old--

Since being accepted into the sect by the master from the secular world, he has practiced for decades, how could he be 19 years old?

but……

The practice alliance will never make a mistake about the identity of each practitioner.

So why am I 19 years old?
And it belongs to a small sect that has been destroyed?
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed from his heart.

Yes.

Only one circumstance can explain it.

Nine-turn Resurrection Pill!
This elixir is a divine elixir bestowed by Tianwaitian, which can reshape people, rebuild their spiritual roots, and even reshape their souls.

Master finally stuffed Dan into his mouth.

Taking this pill as an opportunity, by consuming life energy and using hexagrams, you can reverse the chaos and help yourself change your fate...

He let out a weak divine sense, sweeping across his body lightly.

From limbs to facial features,

From the five internal organs, meridians to bones,

Even Dantian and Sea of ​​Consciousness——

This is a young body without any defects, about 19 years old.

Those shackles that once bound him, those fates that were like a moat, all disappeared.

"Master..."

He lay there quietly, reading in a low voice.

At this moment, his fate has changed.

That is to say...

Master is dead.

The young man clenched his fist tightly and let it go slowly.

——I counted everything, and successfully rescued the master, but I didn't count that the master would make such a choice.

For a while.

He sighed, holding the wooden sign in front of his eyes.

Liu Ping.

The name has not changed.

Aren't you afraid of being found out?
——Master is the No. 1 hexagram in the world. He can calculate the life and death of all living beings, and he can also calculate the rise and fall of the current situation, the success or failure of fortune, and he can be the leader even in war.

With the ability of a master, it is not difficult to hide from others and place an inconspicuous identity in an unknown sect.

Master should have considered this matter.

The only problem is-

Liu Ping slowly put the wooden sign back to its original position, and turned his gaze to the void.

In his line of sight, a constantly beating character quietly appeared in the void.

Even with the master's all-out attack, coupled with the effectiveness of the divine pill, he still couldn't clear this illusory character from his eyes.

Liu Ping sighed, focusing on that character.

As if feeling his attention, the character quickly unfolded and turned into a short sentence:
"Due to insufficient funds, this sequence cannot be opened."

After the short sentence is displayed, it retracts immediately, and turns into that ever-changing character again.

— Exactly the same as before.

Liu Ping was speechless.

Forget it.

This thing is lazy and usually doesn't move.

Now that I have been reborn, as long as I am not as stupid as before, this character will not affect me.

He looked into the void, and saw another line of small characters flickering in the corner of the void:

"Current state: (hidden)."

Since just now, this line of words has appeared.

hide--

What means?
He asked silently in his heart, but unfortunately Sequence did not answer.

Forget it.

It didn't bother me, thank goodness.

Liu Ping comforted himself silently.

At this time, the numbness on his body gradually disappeared, and he looked inside, and saw that those seemingly serious injuries had recovered in sevens and eighties.

The liquid medicine works very well.

Liu Ping got up slowly and looked out the window.

A dark night enveloped everything.

There was no light to be seen.

——In such a night, the time should already be Yinshi.

When it was Mao, it should be dawn, so I got up to inquire about the news.

Just as Liu Ping was thinking, he suddenly saw the flickering characters spread out again and turned into a few lines of small characters:
"Notice."

"This sequence must be reminded as follows:"

"Your awakening caused something unknown."

"Processing mechanisms for you are being activated."

"A tracker is coming."

"I repeat, the tracker is coming."

"Remaining time: 3 minutes."

"Start the countdown."

"03:00"

"02:59"

"02:58"

"..."

After displaying all the small characters, they quickly closed them and disappeared from Liu Ping's eyes.

Only the countdown time remains in the void, reminding of the upcoming situation.

There was a noise outside.

The practitioner opened the curtain and walked in, meeting Liu Ping's eyes.

"you're awake?"

The cultivator showed joy and said.

"Thanks to fellow daoist for taking care of me, I'm already better." Liu Ping said gratefully.

The practitioner looked back and forth into the camp.

The other seriously injured people had almost stopped breathing and died.

"—Finally there are people who survived, this is the best news." The cultivator sighed.

Liu Ping felt the fluctuation of spiritual power on the opponent.

Almost like myself.

It is also the period of refining gas.

This is the tracker?
...It doesn't seem right, this person even saved himself before.

Besides, there are about 2 minutes before the tracker will come.

Liu Ping changed his mind, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for taking care of me. I'm Xia Liuping, a disciple of Baisheng Sect."

"You're welcome, since you're alive, don't stay here anymore, come on, I'll take you out to get some air."

The cultivator nodded at him, stretched out his hand and made a formula.

The stretcher floated up gently.

The cultivator turned and walked out, talking to himself:
"It's Mao time now, and in another quarter of an hour, the effect of the medicine on your body will disappear. At that time, I will give you another medicine to strengthen it."

Liu Ping frowned.

When?

No, the sky is still dark, why is it already Maoshi?
——It should be dawn at Maoshi.

The stretcher followed the practitioner, floating and flying outward.

The door is closed.

The two left the barracks.

At this time, it was still dark outside, and in the quiet darkness, only the dim campfire illuminated an extremely limited light.

Liu Ping lay on the stretcher and looked around.

There were coffins placed one by one on one side of the camp, and the remains of dead monks were placed on the other side, neatly stacked.

The cultivator turned back and smiled and said, "Friend Liu Daoist, I'm not going to hide it from you. The people sent here are all seriously injured and dying, and my uncle and I are full-time in charge of the burial work."

Uncle?

It must be the voice that ordered him to take medicine just now.

Liu Ping thought about it, then nodded, indicating that he had understood the situation.

"I hope you don't take it to heart," the monk paused, and continued: "Recently, there have been heavy casualties on the front line, and those monks who specialize in healing are so busy that they occasionally misjudged some people who were obviously still alive. Put it here."

"--just like you."

Liu Ping listened carefully, and then said, "So that's how it is."

Master's arrangement is absolutely perfect.

The battle on the front line was tense, and countless practitioners were injured or even died every moment.

I was inspected by the healing monks for my injuries, and the practitioners here personally treated me. All traces of my behavior were recorded from the beginning to the end, which is equivalent to evidence.

Moreover, he was seriously injured, and he would definitely need time to recuperate, and he would not be able to fight on the front line in the short term.

Everything is perfect.

but--

Liu Ping glanced at the void.

"01:22"

"01:21"

"01:19"

"..."

almost.

The Tracker is coming.

But why track yourself?

Liu Ping thought silently.

The cultivator waved his hands and grasped the formula, controlled the corpses to fall into the coffin, then closed the coffin, sent it into the soil and sank slowly.

"How many fellow Taoists are buried here?" Liu Ping asked casually.

"Everywhere you look is the burial place of our human race." The cultivator said.

Liu Ping looked around.

In the dark night, he only saw tombstones lined up densely on the ground, extending into the endless depths of darkness, without end.

A ridiculous thought came from the bottom of my heart:

——The whole world is used to bury corpses, except for this matter, the world has no other function.

There was a sound of footsteps.

"Uncle!" the practitioner shouted.

The person who came was dressed as a Taoist priest, about 40 years old, and the spiritual power fluctuations on his body could not be seen through.

——Based on my own experience, this person is at least in the Jindan realm.

Is this a stalker?

Liu Ping looked into the void.

"00:59"

"00:58"

"00:57"

--Still not here.

It should not be this person.

"I've seen adults."

Liu Ping reluctantly cupped his fists and said.

"You don't need to be too polite, just lie down. Although you have recovered your life, your injuries are not completely healed." The middle-aged Taoist said.

He asked again, "What are your plans for the future?"

Liu Ping thought for a while and said, "I want to understand the situation first, and then see what to do."

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly stared.

Liu Ping noticed the other person's expression and asked, "My lord, do you have any suggestions?"

The Taoist quickly made a decision, and waved to the practitioner:

"The Shangguan has something to tell you and me, we will go to see you immediately."

"Yes." The cultivator said.

The Taoist looked at Liu Ping again, and said in a gentle voice: "I will report your matter to the higher authorities, and it is estimated that there will be corresponding arrangements soon. Please wait here patiently and pay attention to safety."

"Yes, my lord." Liu Ping said.

The two nodded at him, and fled towards the corner of the camp hundreds of feet away.

——In that corner, there is an inconspicuous small teleportation circle.

The two stood up, and the teleportation array immediately started to operate.

Soon, with a few flashes of spiritual light, the two disappeared from Liu Ping's eyes.

They are gone.

Liu Ping lay back on the stretcher again.

There was silence.

From now on, Liu Ping was the only living person left in the camp responsible for the burial.

He looks into the void.

"00:04"

"00:03"

"00:02"

"00:01"

"The tracker has arrived."

The small characters flashed and quickly sank into nothingness.

A sense of uneasiness suddenly emerged in Liu Ping's heart.

This is aura.

The spiritual sense reminded him that something seemed to happen.

sand...sand...sand...

There was a sound of footsteps.

Liu Ping's hairs stood on end, and he suddenly turned his head to look.

A burly practitioner opened the curtain and walked out of the barracks.

It was the martial arts practitioner.

While looking around, he cursed and said:

"It turned out to be this kind of place? The guys in charge of treatment are really irresponsible. I was obviously in a coma, so why was I thrown into a mass burial place?"

The two looked at each other.

"Fellow Daoist, were you thrown here too?" the martial artist asked.

"Exactly, it's really bad luck that I was brought to this kind of place even though I'm still alive!" Liu Ping said, spreading his hands.

After hearing this, the martial arts practitioner had a little smile on his face, and asked:

"Why is there no one else? Where is the fellow Taoist who is in charge of the tomb here?"

Liu Ping lay on his back on the stretcher, humming: "I went to see Shangfeng, there seems to be something urgent."

The martial arts practitioner looked at the coffins, then at the corpses, and said gloomily, "It seems we have to wait here."

At this moment, Liu Ping glanced at the other party naturally.

The opponent's whole body showed fluctuations in spiritual power that were several chips stronger than his own.

This is the foundation period.

Practitioners in the foundation building stage can already cast spells and make moves continuously when fighting, but practitioners in the qi refining stage lack spiritual power and often can only cast one or two moves before they are exhausted.

He is not his opponent.

— but that's not the point.

The point is that the blood on the martial arts practitioner's arm has been wiped clean, revealing a hideous snake-shaped tattoo.

tattoo...

Liu Ping looked back silently.

In the camp just now, I saw with my own eyes that this person had died.

The man is dead.

He is obviously dead!

Liu Ping smiled and said: "Don't worry, the person in charge of the tomb is probably at the Jindan stage, he comes and goes very quickly, and he probably will come back soon."

The martial arts practitioner paused slightly, and looked up at the sky.

The dark night enveloped the sky, and it was ignorant.

There was silence all around.

On the flat ground near the barracks, corpses and coffins were neatly arranged, but there was nothing else.

Golden Core cultivator will be back soon...

The martial artist hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "That's the only way to go."

He sat down beside Liu Ping.

(End of this chapter)