In the seventh year of Kaiyuan, the border wars continued, and the people were suffering from the lives of ordinary people. For this reason, a huge pit was dug by the soldiers of Chu State at the foot of the ridge and mountain. It was specially used by the people for discarding the deceased soldiers, so it was named "Tong of Ten Thousand Corpse". (Tomb: Uncommon word, ying three tones, explanation: Tomb)

There are countless corpses piled up in the tomb of ten thousand corpses, and the corpse air is full of mist, forming a dark mist. Passers-by all take a detour.

This time, a horrifying thing emerged from the Wanzi Tomb. Among the many corpses that were immeasurable, a figure covered with black and red blood, dark green and yellowed corpse pus crawled out!

The figure was extremely embarrassed, and his thin body was filthy. His short black hair became thick at this time. A small pot with his mouth dropped on his waist, and the body of the pot was stained with blood. The filthy thing dripped from it. In the deadly place that was quiet, the "tick" and "tick" sounds made the figure itself shudder.

Although his face was full of filth, he could be vaguely distinguished from his face. This was just a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old young man!

"My mother, hunch, you are so cruel. Not only did you knock me out, but you threw me into this ghost place. You won't stuff your head into your donkey's butt when you see!"

Fan Zhuo's face was extremely disgusting, and he wiped the indescribable foul pus, which could also be considered as clearing out a fairly honest and honest face.

Just as he was about to leave, the sound of footsteps came from afar. Fan Zhuo cursed and said unlucky. As a commoner in Lingshang Village, he naturally knew what people came here for every time, and he was just to throw people to death.

Although Fan Zhuo is only fifteen years old, he has been very suspicious since he was a child and wants to keep a backup plan in everything. This time is no exception. He is afraid that those cold-blooded soldiers will be regarded as evil spirits of the grave, so he may not be able to kill his life with one knife. Wouldn’t a great life be wasted? Therefore, Fan Zhuo thinks it would be better to pretend to die!

He curled his lips, as if to express his disgust in his heart, Fan Zhuo came to the pile of dead people again, found a clean position on the edge, and lay down flat.

The footsteps soon approached. Fan Zhuo adjusted his breathing and became weak and long. He stared at him, his eyes were scattered without any focal length, and he kept it in a gritting teeth, as if he had endured the hatred of killing his father and his wife before his death.

There were also many soldiers talking with the sound of footsteps. Fan Zhuo guessed that perhaps the soldiers were also afraid of being intoxicated, so he used loud talk to disperse the fear in his heart at this moment. However, the topics of the soldiers' discussion made Fan Zhuo immediately interested.

"Damn it, our country of Great Chu is vast and has a large population, and there are soldiers and generals. Why don't we send troops to attack the lairs of the descendants of Yan's country? Let us little soldiers die at the border, but the emperor sang and sang wine all day long in the capital, hugging each other, so stupid and indifferent, how can the soldiers and generals who died in battle be regretless?"

"Oh, don't complain, just because they are emperors, but you are a little soldier. Just like the difference between emperors and Taoists, they cannot be said to each other! Besides, most of the Xianshan Gatemen in Yan State, and they rashly advance to fight for both defeats. Then Chu and Yan State cannot escape the end of the final defeat! After all, whether it is Chu or Yan State, those Xianshan Gatemen are staring at these two pieces of fat meat!"

"Damn it, my wife and daughter are still waiting for me to go back at home. If this continues, I may not die tomorrow like these guys!"

"Haha, don't think about it. We are destined to be a mortal life without any encounters. The kind of practice of life, reaching the peak of mortals, practicing immortals, becoming immortals, and overcoming tribulation to practice Taoism, and finally becoming a Taoist, finding out the cause and effect, seizing the source of life, and achieving eternal life, everyone understands the principle of our small body, destined to be not born with good physical and good qualifications, otherwise we would have the right to practice martial arts and immortality!"

Fan Zhuosheng was in the mountains. Although he had heard the merchants who came to the mountain to receive goods mentioned these things, he did not have the details of these soldiers' discussions. He naturally listened with his ears and kept the sensitive words "cultivating martial arts, cultivating immortals, and cultivating Taoism" in his heart word by word.

In fact, the mortals, immortals, Taoists and other things that these soldiers talk about are not secrets. These can be said to be well-known, and even detailed aspects of various strength systems are divided into more detail. Even half-big children in a town can recite them.

It is said that there are three types of people in the world, one is a mortal, which is a general term for ordinary people and martial artists. The division of strength of mortal martial artists is also very clear. It is divided into five realms in total, from low to high, namely the acquired realm, the life barrier realm, the life palace realm, the life bridge realm, and the life soul realm.

Among these five realms, each realm is divided into three stages: initial, medium and high. It is said that the improvement of each stage is a leap of strength. Of course, anyone can say this, but the specific abilities brought by each realm is probably only a warrior who has experienced it can understand!

It is said that warriors who have reached the realm of the Life Soul Realm have the power to take the general's head alone among the ten thousand troops. Warriors who have reached the late stage of the Life Soul Realm have the courage to be the one man and ten thousand men without opening up!

In the eyes of mortals, although warriors are also mortals, they need to look up to them. In the eyes of immortals, although warriors are stronger mortals, they are still mortals after all!

The strength of immortals is also divided into five stages, from low to high, it is divided into innate realm, foundation building realm, elixir realm, Nascent Soul realm, and Tribulation realm.

The same realm as the realm of a mortal warrior, each realm of an immortal is also divided into three stages: the first, middle and high. If the highest realm of a mortal warrior can resist the army, then the highest realm of a cultivator, that is, the realm of a tribulation, may be described as the horror of opening rivers and breaking mountains and filling the sea!

As for the practitioners who are on the next level, this is not something that ordinary people can understand. It is summarized in two words as "mysterious"!

Even the disciples of the sect with low strength among the immortal cultivators cannot understand the system of the cultivators!

Immortals treat mortals like ants, but why should Taoists treat immortals?

"Bang bang--"

Fan Zhuo could clearly distinguish the sound of throwing dead bodies. The most disgusting thing was that Fan Zhuo saw two soldiers holding a female corpse that was not wisps and hitting him on his body, which immediately made Fan Zhuo groan.

After all, he is a half-aged child in his teens. Thinking about it, if a stiff adult female corpse like a stone hits her body but can remain indifferent, then Fan Zhuo would be too capable!

"Suck, there is a sound!"

One of the soldiers who threw the female corpse took a breath, suddenly glared, and pulled out the tiger-headed knife tied behind him. Although it was not equipped with a scabbard to save military funds, it seemed a little shabby, but the sharpness of the blade was enough to show its sharpness.

"Haha, look, you're scared. I just farted."

...

Not to mention how the soldiers left with laughter, Fan Zhuo's whole body was soaked in cold sweat at this time. He had been prepared to push the female corpse away at any time. Perhaps by chance, another soldier just made a perfect sound and saved Fan Zhuo's life.

Fan Zhuo couldn't help but sigh in his heart: If the big brother had just made a fucking fart, my life would be lingering today!

The soldier walked away and could no longer hear the footsteps. At this time, Fan Zhuo pushed away the female corpse pressing on him in disgust. For him, this was simply a torment.

Fan Zhuo's disgust was not because the female corpse was hideous and terrifying, or because of countless wounds on her body, and blood flowed. Instead, the female corpse was covered with thick liquid that was originally milky white but now yellow, and the smell was extremely pungent. Although it was not smelly, so many men's things were mixed together, the smell was not much better than the odor.

For such a long time, Fan Zhuo's urine could no longer be held back. He also believed that if he was openly relieved in this corpse tomb, he would inevitably be disrespectful to the deceased. Fortunately, Fan Zhuo carried a chamber pot with him. The container of the chamber pot and spittoon was the small pot with his mouth hanging around Fan Zhuo's waist.

The small pot is only the size of a palm. Although it is stained with blood, it can still be seen that the base color is green and has some luster. It is obviously a bronze utensil.

This is Fan Zhuo's chamber pot and spittoon.

Fan Zhuo, who has always been thinking of not flowing away from outsiders' fields, would use it to water his persimmon trees every time he peed into this chamber pot. It has also become a habit in the past two years, so even when he sleeps, he never leaves his small pot.

At this time, Fan Zhuo was not allowed to go to the corpse family to a small location, so he gently twisted and opened the lid of the pot, and a smell suddenly spread.

No matter how smelled, the bottom of the small pot was still very clean, and there was no residual urine alkali, which meant that Fan Zhuo was also rinsed frequently.

Just as Fan Zhuo took out the guy and wanted to relieve him, a voice scared him so much that he almost lost his soul.

"Save...help..."

The sound was miserable, and the source was not far from Fan Zhuo. He could clearly see one of the men's arms slightly snatched, and then there was no sound and no sign of life.

Obviously, the previous call for help was just the last moment of strength. After the sound was heard, the soldier who was still dying was completely dead.

Fan Zhuo was frightened by more than the total of these years. If anyone had wanted to leave this ghost place quickly, he would have survived the disaster before, and maybe he would have been scared to death by the strange atmosphere here!

Fan Zhuo didn't care about the small untiedness and was about to put on the lid of the pot and left, but he discovered a strange scene.

It turned out that something was more in this small pot with a broken mouth. It was a crystal size of sesame particles. It was transparent and the halo was restrained, just like the first drop of jade dew in the morning light. It looked inconspicuous, but it made people feel drooling.

Fan Zhuo put his nose close to the mouth of the pot and smelled it. Except for the smell of urine, it had no other smell. He just didn't know where the salivational feeling came from!

Fan Zhuo had one of the biggest problems, that is, his greed. Whether it is the black stars growing on the roadside or a larger silkworm, the later things will naturally make a small fire, and it will not bother to eat them. He will also say the verb: "Crispy!"

The problem of greed is inherent. Now seeing this sesame-sized crystal clear, it also gives people a sense of greed, so Fan Zhuo's greed is naturally unable to suppress it.

I used my nails to crack the crystal clear, regardless of the thing that I took out from the chamber pot that I had used for more than two years, and carefully threw it into my mouth, chewed it hard for a few times, and finally bit the crystal with my teeth.

Fan Zhuo's eyes lit up, he grinned, and shouted vigorously: "It's crisp!"

As soon as the words were finished, Fan Zhuo was stunned. He felt a warm current in his throat spread throughout his limbs and bones in an instant, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Then an indescribable sense of comfort hit my heart. It felt like dreaming of Erni taking a bath at night. When I woke up in the morning, I found that there was an extra piece of the quilt. However, this sense of comfort also made Fan Zhuo exhale a slightly yellowed turbid air...

"This, this is..."

Fan Zhuo looked at his hands and could clearly detect his own changes. The most direct manifestation of this change was that he was so energetic that he felt that he was bare-armed in the cold weather and had nowhere to vent his strength.

Fan Zhuo knew that before and after taking the sesame-sized crystal, his own changes were absolutely different. He could sense that he had become stronger. Although this feeling seemed unrealistic, his body was the best proof.

Although Fan Zhuo knew that his own changes were caused by the sesame-sized crystals he took, he still couldn't figure out one thing. It was the little guy he used as a chamber pot that could gather the essence that scattered after death by the deceased, thus forming the special crystal, that is, the sesame-sized crystals that Fan Zhuo took.

If Fan Zhuo learned that people, chickens, ducks, birds, beasts and other living creatures died, the crystals would condense in the small bronze pot, and the villages would be even more peaceful from now on!

Because, among the nearby villages, Fan Zhuo has an extremely resounding nickname, "Demon Fan"!

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