From Jiu Shu's world

Liu Yanyan's complexion changed drastically. Although she heard that Ji Mengyu was the corpse king, she somewhat didn't believe that such a delicate beauty could be the corpse king.

But the corpse aura right now cannot be faked, she stammered a bit: "Sister Mengmengyu, your corpse aura is too terrifying."

Ji Mengyu smiled and said, "Scary? It's okay, just keep it under control."

As Ji Mengyu said, with a movement of her fingertips, the corpse's aura turned into mist, and her strength was reduced a lot. Then, the orange-red mist enveloped the small jade bottle containing the eggs.

The jade bottle was glowing red, and the eggs inside were eagerly absorbing the suddenly warmer corpse aura, as if they had encountered a rare tonic.

The eggs quickly grew up in a circle, and they were originally pure white, but they were stained with a flame-like crimson color, and the corpse gas began to permeate them.

The metamorphosis of the insect eggs was very fast, but after dozens of breaths, there was a sudden change, and their aura, which was originally full of aura, suddenly began to decline.

Ji Mengyu's complexion changed slightly, she controlled the power of Chiyan's corpse aura, and weakened it a bit, but the weakened aura remained unchanged, with only a few eggs, the vitality was still strong.

"Let me do it."

Henry Zhang answered at this time, reached out and brushed the jade bottle, carved a few witch patterns with his fingertips, suppressed the corpse, and then took out a few drops of Xuanyin liquid and dripped it on.

He said: "Haste makes waste. Even if your corpse aura has a little more vitality, it is more gentle and easy for the eggs to absorb, but the process of metamorphosis is too fast, and it will also cause them to die."

Henry Zhang explained a few words, then handed the jade bottle to Liu Yanyan, and said, "Yanyan, take the insect eggs back and feed them with blood, and after hatching, find your sister Mengyu every once in a while to feed the corpse until it turns into a butterfly." .”

Although the method of breeding in this way is different from that of a ghoul butterfly, Ji Mengyu's corpse aura is that of a half-step drought demon. With this compensation, if it is really cultivated, it is probably not bad, and it can be regarded as a different species of ghoul butterfly.

Liu Yanyan took the jade bottle, but felt that it was hot, she quickly wrapped it with Qi, and said happily, "Thank you boss, thank you sister Mengyu. I'll go first, and I won't disturb the two of you."

Liu Yanyan was in a hurry to leave, on the one hand because she was anxious about her ghoul butterfly Gu worm, on the other hand she saw that Ji Mengyu had something to do with Henry Zhang.

Liu Yanyan walked away from the basement quickly, leaving only Henry Zhang and Ji Mengyu behind.

Ji Mengyu sat lazily on the sofa, stretched her waist, and groaned softly if no one else was around.

Henry Zhang sat next to her, gave her a cup of tea, and asked, “Are you about to break through?”

Ji Mengyu had been in retreat before, and now that she was out of the retreat, Henry Zhang also found that there was a touch of life in her corpse, and she was born alive, to some extent, a qualitative change had taken place.

"Um"

Ji Mengyu found a comfortable position, looked at Henry Zhang and said, "Half a foot has already stepped in."

A streak of orange-red corpse energy appeared in Ji Mengyu's hand, flowing like fire, dancing in the palm of his hand, and then hovering between his fingers.

With a light wave of her hand, this wisp of corpse air flew towards Henry Zhang.

Although the corpse aura had a terrifying aura, it was extremely gentle. Instead of hurting Henry Zhang, they jumped lightly around Henry Zhang, appearing very active.

"Ok?"

Seeing this scene, Henry Zhang was suddenly a little surprised. He found that this corpse gas had some inexplicable connection with himself, and felt intimate in his heart.

He asked, "What's the matter?"

Ji Mengyu said: "Your blood."

Henry Zhang looked surprised, not knowing what Ji Mengyu meant.

Ji Mengyu sat next to Henry Zhang, put her wrist on Henry Zhang's face, and said, "Because of your blood, I seem to be alive."

Chapter 398 The Legend of Drought

The weak pulse was transmitted to Henry Zhang’s face through the wrist, and Henry Zhang suddenly found a difference at this time.

Ji Mengyu not only had a heartbeat, but also had a touch of warmth on her fair skin.

This warmth is different from the temperature simulated by the red smoke corpse before, it is slightly lower than ordinary people, but it is very natural and comfortable.

Henry Zhang suddenly realized something, and he said, "Was it in Jiao Yongcheng?"

Ji Mengyu nodded, and looked at Henry Zhang with beautiful eyes. Henry Zhang seemed to know something with his appearance.

Ji Mengyu had sucked Henry Zhang's blood three times in total, and the first time she made a life contract quietly.

The second time, it was to molested Henry Zhang, but I didn’t expect that I accidentally showed my weak side, and Henry Zhang softened her heart and gave her a suck once.

And this third time, when Ji Mengyu was dying in Jiao Yongcheng, Henry Zhang took the initiative to feed her blood.

There was nothing special about the first two times, but the last time was just fused with a mysterious blood drop. Presumably only a mysterious blood drop that even King Pan couldn't fused could have such an effect.

Henry Zhang told Ji Mengyu about what happened in Panwang Cave.

Ji Mengyu heard Henry Zhang's experience, her eyelids moved slightly, and she became thoughtful. She asked, "When you first came here, you said something was missing from Mount Tai. Do you mean this mysterious blood drop?"

When I first came to this world, that space was very similar to the place where Henry Zhang met in the King’s Cave. At that time, Henry Zhang said that something seemed to be missing. Both Ren Tingting and Ji Mengyu remembered it in their hearts, but they never expected it to be like this This mysterious blood.

Henry Zhangdao: "It should be, I am just guessing, I always feel that this blood drop has something to do with reincarnation, and someone seems to be paving the way for me."

Whether it's the black coffin imprint on his hand or the mysterious blood drop, it seems that someone arranged it, but fortunately, they are all helping him.

Ji Mengyu's eyes flashed brightly, and she said, "Do you want to check?"

Henry Zhang shook his head and said: "No, no need, there can be such an arrangement. To be honest, we can't find anything about such an existence. Only when we become stronger can we be qualified to talk to the people behind it."

Ji Mengyu also knew this truth, nodded and said nothing.

Henry Zhang asked at this time: "Mengyu, do you still need my blood for this half step?"

Ji Mengyu was stuck on this half step, and only with assistance could she make it faster.

Ji Mengyu shook her head, she said: "No, what I need now is not blood drops, but resentment, evil spirit, the energy of resentment, evil spirit, blood, yin and so on in this world."

The name of Hanba began when the Yellow Emperor defeated Chiyou, and the female Ba was a helper.

According to legend, Nuba is a celestial maiden who descended to the earth to help the Yellow Emperor defeat Chiyou. In a big battle, countless people were killed, and her reputation was illustrious.

But it was also because the nun used her divine power that she was relegated to the mortal world, and she no longer bears the name of a goddess.

Nuba is a god, because she is a god.

But the female demon is also a demon. Once she is born, she will be a thousand miles away. Countless creatures are either turned into mummified corpses by this drought.

Female demons, in people's legends, are demons.

In the folk legends, this is also confirmed by each other. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, the legends were mostly gods and demons, that is, gods and demons.

But later on, the name of the Hanba not only lost its divinity, but even the devil could not be called a bit of a monster, because even ordinary people, when they encountered drought, dared to call out the name of Hanba, begging The name of the rain.

It's a secret here, maybe it's later, because although there are many different types of zombies in this world, it's rare to have a real drought.