Immortal Immortal

The wind was biting, and because of the frequent occurrences of strange things in Rong Town, the sun had just set and there were very few people on the streets.

The doors of the shops were closed, with only the pear garden showing some light.

The busker who was packing up things on the roadside suddenly looked fascinated when he heard the music coming from the opera garden, and couldn't help humming along.

They have been living in the open for decades. If they can sit on the stage and sing a song in a theater, it will be a life worth living for the buskers.

It was getting late, and the busker did not dare to stay long and walked towards the nearest inn.

There was only one child in simple clothes, still playing with a rattle at the entrance of the opera garden, and no relatives summoned him home.

He listened to the singing with a vague understanding, which was slightly different from the usual "Yiren Zui", and the lyrics and music were more fascinating.

"The mountains and rivers are darkened by the low clouds, and the sparse forests are cold and withered."

"The memories of the past are lingering in my mind and it's hard to put them away. I drink wine in a deserted village to soothe my sorrows."

“Looking at my hometown, it’s a long way to go, my wife’s message has been cut off thousands of miles away, and the mountains are blocking me...”

The child couldn't help but put away the rattle, and for a moment he was distracted by a song. Passers-by also started to listen to the song in the opera house.

After a while, when the song ended, the people started talking.

Their mouths were full of curiosity about the song, and they guessed which opera actor would be on stage to sing the loneliness of leaving home so deeply.

"Go away, go away."

There were police officers pushing the crowd, and the people noticed that the street had been blocked, and the vendors along the road had already evacuated when the situation was bad.

Ma Weigong looked around and immediately signaled the police to control the people.

"All those who have listened to Qu'er will be taken to the Jingsi Pavilion in the Yamen. The Chief An will send monks to look after them."

The crowd was in an uproar and wanted to ask the reason, but was quickly tied up without saying a word.

Before they could resist, the police used drugs to stun the crowd, then sealed their facial features and put them on a cart to the government office.

Ma Weigong took a deep breath, a little tiredness showing between his brows.

Just as he was about to walk into the opera garden, a familiar figure appeared next to him. It was Li Mo who came uninvited. The other detectives turned their heads away when they saw this.

Li Mo had already earned two hundred contribution points in the Yamen by collecting clues at the scene, and there were two more iron plaques engraved with "hundred" in his storage bag.

He walked towards the pear garden, "Hurry up, what's the strange beast?"

"five……"

Ma Weigong shook his head helplessly. Every time a strange beast appeared, Li Mo would definitely follow him, three minutes faster than the Yamen, as if there were spies planted everywhere in the city.

Little did he know that there were indeed transparent poisonous bees staying in the corners of the opera garden.

Li Mo's expression was solemn. Since the beast disaster started, the inner beasts have appeared one after another, but the stores still have a dull response to this.

Only the government office has been busy.

They need to find the pattern of the inner beasts as soon as possible and start issuing corresponding bans to prevent the situation from getting worse.

Li Mo's pace quickened, and sharp noises suddenly sounded in his ears.

The haze spiritual power poured into his eyes, and he noticed that the pear garden was filled with strange spiritual power, which was half virtual and half real, and seemed to affect hearing, one of the five senses.

"Voiced spiritual power..."

Li Mo raised his eyebrows. Voiced spiritual energy is usually born in a specific environment, accompanied by noise that can penetrate the eardrums.

The voiced aura is colorless and odorless, like invisible sound. It is said that it can penetrate into the depths of the brain through the ears and control the consciousness of others.

Li Mo had read about it in the classics, but he didn't expect it to be found on the inner beasts.

He pushed open the theater door and saw dozens of corpses. The dripping blood formed thick stains on the ground.

The corpse's legs were pierced by iron hooks and hung upside down from the ceiling. Its chest and abdomen were open, its naked skin was charred black, and its posture was like a roasted suckling pig cooked in a hanging stove in a restaurant.

Except for the human heart, which was the favorite part of the beast, there was no obvious damage to the other organs.

Li Mo was still on the stage when he noticed several hoof prints embedded in the floor. They did not look like wild beasts, but resembled those left by domestic animals, dolphins and pigs.

"Ma Weigong, how long have you been in Liyuan?"

An Gang leaned over and entered the theater gloomily, glancing at Li Mo from the corner of his eye.

He was not surprised at all by Li Mo. Most of the monks dealt with animal disasters with caution, but Li Mo seemed extremely active.

An Gang carefully observed the traces left by the inner beast and quickly came to a conclusion.

【Dolphin Pig】

The pig monster appeared in the beast disaster two hundred years ago. It looks like a pig with the head and human body. Anyone who hears its cry will be entangled by it, causing incalculable casualties at that time.

But now that we know the reality of the guinea pig monster, it will naturally be easier to deal with it.

"I ordered to seal off the theater in Rong Town. I will find all the mortals in Liyuan Street today within two hours."

After An Gang finished speaking, the detectives looked at each other for a few breaths, then turned and left the opera house.

They master eye spells and can detect whether mortals are contaminated with voiced spiritual energy, but they have to search every house.

Li Mo is very interested in the several inner beasts that are currently appearing.

The secondary position on Tsing Yi's right shoulder requires the blood of monsters. It is estimated that the number of inner monsters that appear in the beast disaster is likely to exceed double digits. There is always a type of monster that suits you.

The spiritual tablet around Li Mo's waist felt hot.

Tian Changwen suddenly issued an order, but he asked the beast cultivator to return to the shop and wait.

He said goodbye to An Gang and turned to leave.

The trouble in the Liyuan seemed inconspicuous in Rong Town, but it was still noticed by the people, and the town became more and more deserted.

Tian Changwen still had a subtle attitude, and always dealt with the inner beasts mainly by blocking them.

As time passed, the impact of the beast disaster began to ferment. The number of strange beasts in the inner sect has exceeded ten, and it is out of control.

Outside the city, groups of various beast-skin men gathered, staring at the city wall with strange human-like eyes, which made the people tremble in fear.

Officers and soldiers camped at the bottom of the mountain to prevent the beasts from attacking Rongzhen.

As the city becomes increasingly deserted, there are notices posted by the government offices on every street.

[You are not allowed to go out when you are ugly, and there are no headless horses in Rong Town]

[At the vegetable market at the beginning of the month, there are executions, and the butcher is a bear in human skin. 】

[There are no rabbit-headed lanterns hanging on Laurel Bridge, so don’t stare at them. 】

[The theater has been closed down and is no longer open for business. If you hear the sound of opera, do not look for the source. 】

[There is no slaughterhouse in Rong Town. 】

………

There were monsters from the inner sect wandering around in Rong Town. Even Li Mo felt a little numb and stayed in the pawn shop to wait.

Not long after the Spring Festival, Rongzhen seemed to have suffered a massacre.

It can only be described as deserted, with not even a ghost in the streets and alleys, and mortals hiding in their cellars.

The police no longer patrol the streets.

Shi Ji, the leader of the puppet cultivator, and Tian Changwen, the leader of the beast cultivator, did not seem to be tit for tat at all, but instead had an incomparable tacit understanding.

Li Mo was ready to run away. If he branded the remaining three blank pages with human skin, he would be able to deceive the alchemy monk.

But he never expected it.

On the day when the thirteen inner sect beasts gathered together, the so-called orthodoxy battle actually unfolded in a way that caught people off guard.

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