Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

The mere thought of "Old Devil Duan" sent shivers down Old Wang's spine.

This fiend, who loved to play the role of a young hero, had committed countless atrocities, and his methods of torment were infamous.

Feminization, urinary incontinence, electric shocks...

These terrifying words flashed through Old Wang's mind.

And he had just...

Ugh...

At his age, he was truly having a run of bad luck, to suffer such a great torment.

Old Wang was momentarily dazed.

He couldn't help but recall the strange events that had recently occurred in Qinghe City: first, all the true men of the Iron Blood Sect had suddenly transformed into doctors who menstruated, forcibly grabbing people from time to time to treat them with menstrual blood, which was said to be extremely effective and delicious; second, the Grey Eagle Gang, the lackeys of the five major powers, had monopolized the earthwork business, making a lot of money and being very powerful, but they were exterminated overnight for the absurd reason that the murderer said their fees were unreasonable.

Such events were frightening no matter where they happened.

Downright bizarre.

Extremely bizarre.

Could it all be the work of Old Devil Duan?

The thought seemed plausible.

That would explain everything.

It's all the sins of Old Devil Duan!

At that moment, Old Wang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Now that even their Red Pagoda Mountain had been targeted by the terrifying Old Devil Duan, could they possibly survive?

And if they did, what would they be transformed into?

Men who menstruate?

The shadow of fear completely enveloped Old Wang. The attack Old Devil Duan had just launched on him was already the greatest pain of his life, but to go further...

Ah, he was going to die!

He feared he wouldn't even die in peace.

But Old Wang still didn't give up, because he vaguely remembered the "Old Devil Survival Guide" the storyteller had mentioned: this old devil liked to play the role of a young hero, so you had to treat him as a young hero to survive.

Now that the young hero wanted him to not reveal anything, he couldn't reveal anything.

After a short rest, the team continued onward.

Old Wang tried his best to act normal, but one of the inner disciples still sensed something was off.

That was, Senior Uncle Wang's attitude towards this foolish outer disciple seemed to have improved.

No, it wasn't just improved, it was as if this outer disciple was Senior Uncle Wang himself.

He thought it was impossible and dismissed it as his imagination.

But only Old Wang himself understood that it was no imagination, he was only acting this way because of the young hero's mission.

It was clear that Red Pagoda Mountain was going deep into the mountains this time.

Having reached this point, there were few signs of human activity.

As the weeds grew thicker, nearly waist-high, almost everyone carried a wooden stick to ward off snakes.

Blood-Life Smoke could drive away poisonous insects and snakes, but some were bound to be slow to react, and it wouldn't be worth it to step on a snake and get bitten.

Walking along the road, Duan Yun could already see that the inner disciples were a mixed bag.

Those with good kung fu walked with lighter steps and looked relatively relaxed.

Because these disciples believed that even if they encountered a poisonous snake, they could easily deal with it.

Those with poor kung fu were cautious, wishing the outer disciples would smoke even more Blood-Life Smoke.

Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead.

An outer disciple who was smoking Blood-Life Smoke couldn't catch his breath and collapsed to the ground.

"Hey, stop playing dead!"

"Get up and smoke for me!"

An inner disciple kicked the outer disciple and scolded him.

This smoke was deadly, if you're playing dead and not smoking, do you expect me to smoke?

After kicking him hard several times, the outer disciple didn't react.

Without hesitation, the inner disciple drew his dagger, ready to stab him to see if he was faking it.

After all, he had encountered some who were playing dead before, and a stab would get them up.

The surrounding people were not surprised by this.

With a snap, the dagger was plunged into the fallen outer disciple's arm.

But the man still didn't move.

Something really happened?

Senior Uncle Wang rushed over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"This guy is playing dead!" the inner disciple cursed.

"He doesn't even move after being stabbed, how can you call that playing dead?" Senior Uncle Wang retorted.

At this time, Duan Yun said, "Let me take a look."

"He's about to die, what's there to look at!" the inner disciple scolded.

"I'm a doctor, I can cure diseases," Duan Yun reminded him.

"You're just an outer disciple, who told you to..."

"Let him see!" Senior Uncle Wang interrupted sternly.

This old devil, bah! I mean young hero!

If the young hero wants to treat someone, who would dare disobey?

Whoever dares disobey is going against Wang Dihua!

To survive, you have to treat the old devil as a great hero.

To get through this, you have to deceive yourself too!

Yes, as the young hero's inside man, he had an obligation to clear all obstacles for the young hero.

Seeing Senior Uncle Wang get angry, the inner disciple didn't dare to say more.

After all, the hierarchy within Red Pagoda Mountain was clear, although they were both in the inner sect, this senior uncle's seniority and strength were a bit higher.

But some of the inner disciples also felt strange.

Why was Senior Uncle Wang being so agreeable?

According to his usual temper, would he care about the life of a consumable, or listen to a consumable's medical advice?

Senior Uncle Wang was suffering inwardly.

It was just the young hero's mission!

Duan Yun quickly took the pulse of the fallen outer disciple.

He had spoken to this outer disciple before.

Duan Yun thought he was relatively normal among the lunatics, saying he joined Red Pagoda Mountain just to get a meal.

He used to be a dockworker, but then a bunch of martial artists came to snatch his job.

Those body-refining martial artists were all crazy, able to carry tens of thousands of pounds of goods a day, he couldn't compete with them, and was forced to lose his job.

Thinking that he could dive very deep, better than most at the dock, he thought he might have an advantage in smoking, so he tried his luck.

Unexpectedly, Red Pagoda Mountain actually took him in.

This Junior Brother Lin was very happy before, thinking he could live a good life with enough to eat, but after only a few days of full meals, he was dragged here as a consumable.

While Duan Yun was taking his pulse, the true energy in his body entered the other party's body like silk threads.

He found that this guy's lungs were indeed congested with blood, and he had to clear it.

So he took out the needles he carried with him and inserted them into his chest.

Then, the true energy silently led into the body, found the location of the congested blood, and in one fell swoop, stabbed from the lungs all the way to the throat!

With a whoosh!

Junior Brother Lin suddenly woke up and began to gasp for breath.

"I!"

"I!"

He had indeed been blocked by this mouthful of congested blood, so that he couldn't catch his breath.

"Damn, a miracle doctor!" someone shouted.

"Since you're awake, hurry up and continue smoking."

The inner disciple had been full of fire, and seeing the man wake up, he quickly shouted.

At this time, Duan Yun pulled out the dagger from Junior Brother Lin's hand and was stopping the bleeding.

Hearing this, his face showed displeasure.

Seeing this, Senior Uncle Wang gasped and quickly shouted, "This man just woke up and was stabbed with a dagger, what smoking?"

The inner disciple said aggrieved, "But the smoke can't stop."

"If the smoke can't stop, then you do it!"

"You!"

Senior Uncle Wang said with a righteous face.

The inner disciple was anxious and flushed, but he didn't dare to retort for a while.

He looked towards Elder Hong from time to time, if the elder would uphold justice for him, he could be tough.

But there was no response.

Since Senior Uncle Wang told him to smoke, he had no choice but to smoke.

The inner disciple said with a painful face, "If I have to smoke, I have to smoke!"

Facing Senior Uncle Wang's oppressive gaze, he could only pick up the pipe and smoke.

But he took very small puffs.

"Are you not eating, taking such light puffs?" Senior Uncle Wang scolded.

The inner disciple only felt his life was bitter, and took a hard puff.

"Let me say first, I'll only help you smoke for half a day, you'll do it after half a day," the inner disciple said to the outer disciple.

He now regretted stabbing this guy with a dagger, if he hadn't stabbed him, this wouldn't have happened.

Seeing Duan Yun's expression ease slightly, Senior Uncle Wang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling cold sweat all over his back.

Could I be saving the lives of these dozens of people?

Everyone knew that Old Devil Duan was petty, and would exterminate the whole family if he was unhappy.

The team continued to move forward, it seemed like just a small episode, but only Wang Dihua knew what a storm it had been.

Trouble!

This time, he really caused trouble!

If these guys knew that this outer disciple was Old Devil Duan, what kind of expressions would they have?

Able to involuntarily shout "I want to be a hero!", and even pretend to be a doctor to treat diseases, it was undoubtedly Old Devil Duan!

Before, Wang Dihua actually still had a glimmer of hope.

That was, this guy was not actually Old Devil Duan, but just a powerful spy, so relying on Elder Hong Mingyu's cultivation and their united efforts, there might be a chance to win.

But when he confirmed that this was Old Devil Duan, he no longer had any hope.

Elder Hong was also a well-known figure in the Jianghu, but in front of the legendary Old Devil Duan, he was just a slightly larger chicken.

Wang Dihua couldn't help but wonder why Old Devil Duan wanted to mix into their Red Pagoda Mountain.

But soon, he interrupted this thought.

The young hero's affairs cannot be heard, cannot be asked!

In short, whatever the young hero does is right!

Wang Dihua forcibly raised his ideological awareness, because Duan Yun was a few steps closer to him at this time.

This feeling was simply walking with the King of Hell.

On the way, although Wang Dihua tried his best to maintain the posture of a senior uncle, he was much more polite to Duan Yun and Ziyu.

Who knows which demoness was following Old Devil Duan.

In short, they were all indescribable horrors.

Before nightfall, a fire appeared in the dim mountain forest.

The group relaxed.

That was the outpost of the Red Pagoda Mountain vanguard team.

No one knew how long the road ahead was, except for Elder Hong Mingtian and two disciples who led the way.

But tonight they were going to spend the night here, at least they could rest.

Wang Dihua sat there sideways, panting heavily.

He was so tired!

He had been shocked badly before, his butt had been inserted with a pipe, his body was extremely tired and painful.

And even more tired was his heart.

How could his heart not be tired, walking with the "Living King of Hell"?

Wang Dihua looked at the other fellow disciples around him who were relaxed, and couldn't help but feel a little angry.

It's not that he didn't know that some people were secretly mocking him for being "soft-hearted", treating the pipe as a person.

But I have suffered all kinds of hardships, endured humiliation, and endured everything to save your dog lives!

It could only be said that the feeling of only one person knowing the truth was too painful.

It was as if they were a flock of sheep, and only he, a sheep, had discovered the two wolves in sheep's clothing, and only he, a sheep, was dealing with the wolves, while the other sheep were happily fooling around like idiots.

Without him, these guys might have been raped and killed by Duan Lao, Young Hero Duan!

Still happily fooling around here, and mocking him?

Yes, even in his heart, Wang Dihua didn't dare to call Old Devil Duan by name for a while.

What if this "Young Hero" could read minds?

Wang Dihua felt exhausted, and at this time, a disciple came to pass on a message.

"Senior Uncle, the elder wants you to go over."

Wang Dihua didn't even tidy up his clothes and went straight over.

Elder Hong Mingtian was drinking there.

In a temporary shed, he sat there, shaking the wine in his luminous cup, looking very leisurely.

After seeing him, Wang Dihua saluted.

He really wanted to drink that glass of wine.

Because he was exhausted.

But before he could ask for that glass of wine, he was greeted with a barrage of scolding.

"Was it you who let that brat treat him just now?"

"He said he was a doctor, I just let him try," Wang Dihua explained.

"Try? Can you be responsible if you delay things? Did you ask me about this? Don't think that just because you're old you can act like a senior, am I giving you face?" Hong Mingtian said, drinking half a glass of wine while scolding.

It was as if scolding Wang Dihua had become his appetizer.

Wang Dihua was shocked and speechless for a moment.

His fists were clenched.

He had suffered tremendous physical and mental destruction, and used all his strength to protect your safety, and you treat me like this?

"I..."

"I my ass! Let that kid come over, I'll let him be a doctor!" Hong Mingtian said with a gloomy face.

At this moment, the string of grievance and bitterness in Wang Dihua's heart relaxed, and he said, "Okay, I'll let him come over!"

I'll let that Living King of Hell come over!

Wang Dihua twisted his aching butt and went back.

He looked at Duan Yun, maintaining the posture of a senior uncle, and said, "You, come over here."

Duan Yun raised his eyebrows and followed him over.

Behind a hidden tree, Wang Dihua knelt on the ground with a thud, and said, "Hero, that Hong Mingtian doesn't know what's good for him, he scolded me and said bad things about you, and he still wants you to go over."

Duan Yun raised his eyebrows and said, "Wants me to go over?"

"Um? I can't persuade him."

Duan Yun nodded and said, "I was just about to go over anyway."

Then, he went over.

Even if he wasn't asked to go over today, he might have gone anyway.

Because he wanted to know where the destination was.

As soon as he arrived near the shed, Duan Yun felt Elder Hong Mingtian's stern gaze.

Hong Mingtian looked him up and down, and said in a gloomy voice, "Are you from the same hometown as the madam?"

Duan Yun nodded and said, "I grew up in the same place as the Madam."

Hearing this, Hong Mingtian's face became even more gloomy.

In fact, he had long suspected that his wife was having an affair with another man, and this suddenly appearing fellow villager was both handsome and young, making it hard not to be suspicious.

He felt a faint jealousy and hatred in his heart, so he not only wanted Duan Yun to die but also wanted him to feel uncomfortable.

"Madam has no insight and only invites disreputable people," Hong Mingtian mocked.

Duan Yun looked at him, gradually understanding, and said, "Yes, Madam likes to hang out with disreputable people the most. The two moles on her right buttock and left breast are quite beautiful. I often look at them!"

Hong Mingtian was stunned for a moment.

After that, he blinked, finally realizing, and his face turned a ghastly green.

"You!"

"Elder, you wouldn't want everyone to know about Madam messing around with disreputable people, would you?" Duan Yun responded.

Hong Mingtian looked at this dog of a man, brazenly encroaching in front of him, the aggrieved party, and realized.

This guy knows he doesn't have much time left to live due to the blood-sucking life smoke, so he's giving up on himself, he's gone mad, that's why he dares to be so bold!

But, if you don't go crazy, you can still survive for two days as a consumable; if you go crazy, I'll let you know the tragic consequences of sleeping with my wife.

"You, come with me!"

As he spoke, his figure was already like a gust of wind as he arrived beside Duan Yun, grabbing Duan Yun's shoulder.

His right hand was like a pair of pliers, clamping Duan Yun, and leading him into the hidden woods next to them.

"Boy, you will soon know that even seeking death is a luxury!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Hong Mingtian, who "didn't want to air his dirty laundry in public," looked ferocious.

"Oh!"

"Ah!"

As the top internal agent of the Young Hero, Martial Uncle Wang Dihua had been paying attention to this side.

He stood in a high place.

From here, he could even see most of Duan Yun and Hong Mingtian's bodies.

As a result, the next moment, he saw Hong Mingtian kneeling on the ground with a painful expression, just like he had back then...

Young Hero, increase the intensity, make it even more miserable, kill this dog!

Duan Yun was still using the same old tradition, a finger strike to induce urinary incontinence, and then he was about to start electrotherapy.

But it could be seen that this Hong Mingtian was indeed worthy of being an Elder, he was much more energetic than that old Wang guy.

Worth electrocuting more!

But before he could start the electrocution, this guy actually knelt there, begging with a face full of pleading, "Dad, I was wrong, from now on, my wife is my mother, you can play with her as you please."

Duan Yun was shocked.

So adaptable to the circumstances?

No wonder you're an Elder!

Without any hesitation, the lightning in his palm ruthlessly poured into his body!

The old Wang guy not far away couldn't help but cheer, "That's really powerful!"