Quickly wear! Bind to the scumbag transformation system

When Shen Yutang woke up, he found himself in a dilapidated thatched hut. Rays of sunlight shone on him through the sparse thatch on the roof, but did not bring him a trace of warmth.

He tried to practice the technique and found that he felt a sharp pain in his Dantian. An extremely cold internal energy flowed through his limbs and meridians throughout his body, but soon disappeared, leaving only the bone-chilling chill.

Shen Yutang vomited a mouthful of blood and fell sideways on the wooden bed.

Only then could he see clearly the furnishings in the room: a table and two chairs were placed facing the door. They were shabby and the wooden beams were covered with spider webs. This made Shen Yutang, who had a mysophobia, no longer care about the pain in his body and he struggled to get up.

But suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, as if thousands of needles were piercing it at the same time. He lifted up his clothes and saw a purple palm print on his shoulder, which was faintly black.

Shen Yutang's face was grim, and he slowly clenched his hands on the edge of the bed, sneering:

"What a famous and upright sect, they just sneak attacked and poisoned, their methods are so despicable, ugh"

Yu Fan heard these words when he came in to get some water. Unlike in the inn, Shen Yutang spoke in private with an accent from the Jiangnan water towns. His soft, murmured words combined with his already seductive voice made him sound like a coquettish person, which made Yu Fan feel a little itchy in his ears.

Hearing the noise, Shen Yutang looked towards the door with sharp eyes, his pupils shrank. It was that monk.

When he spoke again, he returned to the way he had been in the inn, with a somewhat cold tone: "You brought me here?"

"Lead" is not "save". The difference of one word made Yu Fan know that this cult leader was a cold-hearted person. No wonder he could practice the Blood Demon Skill to the eighth level!

There are rumors that Shen Yutang actually sucked human blood in order to practice martial arts. I don’t know if it’s true?

Yu Fan temporarily put aside his thoughts, walked to the bedside, handed over the water in the wooden bowl, and said in a cold voice:

"Donor, drink some water."

Shen Yutang raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, then retracted it, grabbed Yu Fan's wrist, and said sternly:

"Monk, where are you from and what do you want to do?"

This movement stretched his shoulder. Shen Yutang gritted his teeth secretly and held Yu Fan's pulse point with his hand without loosening his grip at all.

After a long while, there was still no movement above his head. Shen Yutang raised his head with great effort and saw that the monk was staring blankly at one place.

Following his gaze, I saw my bare shoulders exposed after I lifted my clothes.

Shen Yutang was shocked and angry, and immediately pressed the pulse point tightly, causing Yu Fan to kneel down on one knee suddenly due to the pain.

"Donor, let go, let go."

In a few seconds, Yu Fan's face was distorted with pain and he was covered in cold sweat. He thought to himself that this devil's martial arts were really powerful and he could still exert such great strength even when he was injured.

Yu Fan didn't dare to use his two skills, for fear that the leader would kill him before he could even use them.

Shen Yutang's eyes were filled with coldness:

"You are a good monk, but your six senses are not pure. I will discipline you on behalf of your master now. After saying this, he exerted force with his fingertips and tried to sever Yufan's tendons and veins."

Yu Fan was sweating profusely and hurriedly explained: "Donor, please calm down. I was not spying on you. I saw that you were poisoned and was thinking about how to help you detoxify."

Shen Yutang looked at Yu Fan and said coldly, "Do you think I will believe you?"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes and he was about to take action. At this moment, the poison in his shoulder suddenly took effect, causing severe pain in his dantian. His entire arm became numb and he lay down stiffly.

Yu Fan covered his wrist, escaping death and secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the leader of the evil cult did not forget to keep his eyes on himself even at such a life-and-death moment, he was indeed a ruthless character.

Yu Fan still had that compassionate expression on his face. He stood up and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms:

"Donor, this is a detoxification pill. It should be able to detoxify you."

After saying that, he poured out a pill and wanted to put it in Shen Yutang's mouth. He could see that Shen Yutang had endured it to the limit and even bit the corner of his lip.

Who would have thought that at this time, this person actually chuckled and said, "You want me to believe you? Okay, you take one first."

Yu Fan was speechless, he had specially taken this when he left Huangjue Temple. It was written on it that it was detoxification pill, and there was a fragrance when he opened it. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary item. He also planned to keep it for future use in the world of martial arts.

There was no other choice. Seeing that Shen Yutang was so alert, he could only put one pill in his mouth, and then poured another one into his mouth.

When putting the medicine into his mouth, Yu Fan's fingers brushed Shen Yutang's lips. Unlike what he showed, they were unusually soft. Yu Fan felt as if a feather had gently stroked his heart.

Seeing that he had eaten it, Yu Fan helped him up again and fed him some water. This time Shen Yutang said nothing and cooperated by drinking it.

A chill melted in his abdomen, and after a moment, Shen Yutang found that the needle-like pain in his shoulder had disappeared. He secretly adjusted his breathing and discovered that even the backlash of the Blood Demon Power had been much lighter. He just felt weak in his body and could not use his internal energy for the time being.

Shen Yutang was extremely surprised. This Blood Demon Art had nine levels. The higher you practiced, the more severe the backlash would be. Unless he could practice to the ninth level, he would achieve perfection in this magical skill.

Every time he suffered a backlash, he would spend a whole day and night practicing Qigong and regulating his breathing. The medicine that the Demon Cult's genius doctor Yun Qianhe made for him using all kinds of precious medicinal materials did not have such an effect.

At that moment, Shen Yutang looked at Yu Fan with a complicated expression. He slowly stood up, looked at him and asked:

"Where did you get this medicine?"

Yu Fan was a little confused. He didn't know what Shen Yutang meant, but he couldn't tell the truth that he was Yu Fan from Huangjue Temple. Otherwise, how could he get close to the leader to complete the mission? He would definitely be regarded as a spy of the upright sect, and might even kill him again.

Yu Fan rubbed his wrist and raised his hand naturally:

"Donor, this medicine was given to me by an old man who I saved by chance. I didn't expect it to be as effective as he said. It is truly a great deed. Amitabha."

Shen Yutang hummed, expressionless, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not.

The sun was shining brightly outside. After lying on the dirty and dusty wooden board and having just worked up a sweat, Shen Yutang couldn't stand the stickiness any more, so he got up and walked out the door.

He said rudely to Yu Fan in the room:

"Monk, come here, I want to bathe in the river, you watch me"

This, this is really a test for him, Yu Fan thought.

So he walked out and looked at the sun: "Donor, it's sunny after the rain, and the river water is still a little cold, so don't..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Take it. Don't look at what you shouldn't look at. Be careful or I'll dig out your eyes."

Before Yu Fan could finish his words, Shen Yutang had already taken off his outer shirt, threw all his clothes into Yu Fan's hands, and went into the water.

Yu Fan quickly closed his eyes and had no choice but to sit on the ground holding his clothes.

The sound of water continued to be heard. No one knew that Yu Fan was struggling in his mind at this moment. Finally, he heard the sound of water fade away.

I could faintly hear someone coming out of the river... and before my eyes, I saw a touch of porcelain white with water droplets on it.

"Snapped……"

There was a crisp sound, and Yu Fan covered his face with his hands, his eyes widened.