Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

This book is very precious. It contains the secret art of killing. I don’t know what kind of being created it and I can’t understand it at all.

Four hundred and thirty characters, each with a different meaning.

When I read it for the seventh time, it replaced Fuyao and was placed on Sequence 2.

Three more days to get started.

He has a plan. This kind of martial art requires a lot of vitality and physical support. He only needs to learn the basics and then practice after building the foundation. For now, he should focus on Fuyao.

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Mo Tie's head was placed on the desk, his eyes wide open with fear, pain and anger.

The room was turned upside down, even the ceiling, under the bed, and even under the desk were searched.

No one noticed all this.

The great cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, especially the insect cultivator Mo Tie, whose means of preserving their lives far exceeded those of ordinary people, actually died so miserably and silently.

Several elders who were in seclusion in the village were alarmed and came out to investigate and look for clues.

When Zhang Song heard the news in the hunting team, he was slightly stunned and felt a bad feeling in his heart.

……

Zhang Song came back to ask his master about the evil spirit, but Yu Youzi was not in the mansion.

Upon hearing this, Tang Wen hurried over, lowered his head, frowned, and waited outside cautiously with a nervous heart.

"teacher."

"The young master is back, I came to see if there is anything I need."

Zhang Song looked at Tang Wen's nervous expression and said calmly, "There's no need to be so polite between me and the teacher."

"Teacher, what can I do for you?"

Tang Wen was a man of real learning. He did not hide anything when teaching him and told him a lot about what he had seen and learned during his time at Dali Academy.

Tang Wen forced an awkward smile: "I am preparing to advance to the second level, but I am still short of a few items. I was thinking of seeing if I could borrow a few from the young master."

Insect slaves are those who had problems when they were in the early stages of melting insects. Their bodies became abnormal and their appearance was different from that of ordinary people.

These people have almost no chance of reaching the second level.

If the conditions are not met, forcing advancement is no different from committing suicide.

Zhang Song looked towards Tang Wen, hunched over with an awkward smile on his face. He lowered his head and never raised it, exuding a sense of determination.

Tang Wen, a genius who entered Dali Academy.

He killed his classmates, escaped all the way out of the pass, came to Shiniu Village, and even became a slave to insects.

"This is a man who is ruthless to both his enemies and himself."

"What does the teacher need?"

"A second-level Yang-type medicinal herb, an item that is useful to the soul."

Zhang Song thought about it and realized that these two items were not available to be accumulated by second-level strongmen, so they were naturally precious as they were helpful in building the foundation.

"I use..."

Zhang Song shook his head gently to interrupt Tang Wen's words, and said sincerely: "Teacher has taught me a lot. I will help if I can. I'm just wondering who has these two items."

Tang Wen's dark and cold heart cracked a little, and he felt a little warm. After interacting with Zhang Song for a while, he naturally knew that Zhang Song had an easy-going personality and was very kind to everyone, including those lowest-level insect slaves.

Treating people equally is not something you can just pretend.

……

Mo Qingqing, the manager of Baishi Building, has already been handed over.

Now that he has rented a cave and built a snake den, the expenses after building the foundation have become even greater. He will also take on the tasks that he used to look down upon.

When Zhang Song came, she was wearing a cloth skirt, her wrists were white and had silver bracelets. Her clothes were slightly open, revealing her swan-like neck and her graceful figure.

"Sister Qingqing."

Mo Qingqing nodded slightly. Her place was very simple. There were books on the coffee table, and there were two rows of bookshelves around it, which were also filled with books.

The wall near the window was covered with green vines, and a dozen small green snakes were wandering around. Some of them held their heads high and hissed at Zhang Song, looking very dissatisfied.

"Pure Yang's second-level medicinal herb."

Mo Qingqing nodded: "I do."

Zhang Song waited quietly for what was to come.

Mo Qingqing closed the book in her book, slowly walked in front of him, leaned her fair face forward slightly, and sniffed lightly.

"The blood and qi have reached their peak."

Zhang Song's nose felt itchy, with a faint sweet smell, and a few strands of hair brushed his face.

He smiled awkwardly, "The hunting team had a lot of meat, so I ate as much as I wanted. I accidentally increased my training speed."

Mo Qingqing sat back down, not dwelling on these things, but asking another question, "Martial arts, magic, spirituality, three paths, which one are you going to take?"

"Method!" He naturally chose the method assigned by the system.

Mo Qingqing knew that Zhang Song had his own ideas, so she didn't bother him and took out half a finger-sized piece of herb from the insect basket.

"Iron Bone Thorn Vine, Level 2. I took half of it when I was promoted. I'll give the rest to you."

Zhang Song took it and said, "Thank you then."

"Oh, I got a snake fruit a while ago. Try it."

Surprise flashed across Mo Qingqing's beautiful eyes, then she smiled. The sunlight shone on her face, and her charm emanated, making people intoxicated.

"it is good."

……

Tang Wen closed his eyes. The blood vessels under his skin were like dry branches, hard and long, as if they were about to pierce his skin.

The inside of my ear was itchy and small green buds were popping out.

What he melted was the poisonous insect medicinal soil, which was half insect and half grass, and he gained the talents: parasitism and healing.

A few days ago, I had the opportunity to obtain a drop of hundred-year-old stone milk. I wanted to restore the abnormality in my body, but I couldn't control it well and it was absorbed by the medicinal soil. Now I am about to advance.

What he practiced was the Insect Transformation Sutra, which was a popular martial art. There was no spiritual blessing and no way to suppress it.

If you can get through it, you will have a bright future. If you can't, you will turn into a second-level precious medicine and be eaten by people.

There are hundreds of low-level insect cultivators in Baidu Peak, but only two of them were promoted under the alienation condition and became well-known cave masters. One of them went into the hilly mountains in early spring to prolong his life and never came out.

He is just an insect slave. Even if he is doing well, the cave master Yu Youzi won't even look at him.

What's more, this medicinal soil of his has been reserved by the scholar who guards the mountain city.

"I'm not willing to give in."

He stood up. Even if he died, at least he wanted to die in the sun. He couldn't be buried in the soil like an insect.

"I'm back late." A gentle voice sounded in front of him.

He wanted to raise his head, but his body was out of control. However, he wanted to laugh, to laugh out loud.

There really are people who keep their promises, and there really are people who treat a monster that is neither human nor insect as a human being.

"Breakthrough right here, Iron Bone Thorn Vine, a second-level medicinal herb."

"Thank you……"

He did not ask if there was any medicine to suppress spiritual consciousness. One should not get too much. After his death, the second-level Cordyceps would be the reward.

He took the iron thorn vine, cut an opening in his chest with his fingers, and pressed it in.

Ahhhhhhhh… He roared and twisted his body, his blood vessels seemed to come alive, beating madly on his skin, blood was squeezed out of his skin, and a huge insect armor was forming behind his neck.

How could he stay sane and control the insect poison in his body after such a tragic promotion? How could he succeed?

There was half a drop of Thunder Spirit Liquid on Zhang Song's finger, but he didn't dare to take it out directly. He flicked his finger and it entered Tang Wen's mouth.

"That should be enough. Whether you can succeed or not depends on your own will."

It was the first time that Zhang Song watched a bug cultivator advance at close range. Black and white flashed in his eyes. He opened his bug eye to check for changes.