The Secret Way of Immortality

The darkness was filled with murmuring whispers, punctuated by occasional wolf howls, sending shivers down one's spine.

Wolves!!

Wolves!!!!

"Are you alright? Wake up!"

Zhou Qianwu's voice echoed from all directions, jolting Ding Cang awake from his nightmare.

His clothes were soaked in sweat, the bandages on his limbs were stained with blood to varying degrees, and even his eye sockets were slightly sunken.

Zhou Qianwu looked at Ding Cang with concern and couldn't help but ask, "Did you have that dream again?"

Ding Cang muttered to himself, "Ever since those beasts bit my hands and feet, I've been having this strange dream every day."

He held his face in his hands, his expression full of dejection.

"In my dream, I seem to be swallowed by wild wolves, and I can even feel their breathing beside my ears."

At this point, Ding Cang couldn't help but retch, almost spitting out stomach acid.

Zhou Qianwu quickly brought over clear water and patted Ding Cang's back with his hand, trying to alleviate some of his pain.

He remembered that on their way out of Peach Apricot Village, they encountered several wild wolves late at night, and Ding Cang was unexpectedly snatched away.

To save Ding Cang, they fought back desperately, even causing two hunters to be injured as a result.

After the wolves were wiped out, Zhou Qianwu and the other hunters searched for a long time before finding Ding Cang unconscious in the wolf den. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured, and the injuries were mainly concentrated on his hands and feet.

Zhou Qianwu complained, "Why didn't you explain the situation when the constable came to see us a few days ago?"

"I... I..."

Ding Cang's eyes were blank, as if he was still immersed in fear.

Zhou Qianwu sighed and said, "Your injuries are almost healed. Why don't you go to the camp to relax and clear your head?"

"Yes, thank you, Uncle Zhou. I really should take a walk..."

Ding Cang stood up blankly and staggered towards the outside of the wooden house.

Zhou Qianwu looked at his back, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself, "Why does Ding Cang look a bit taller than before?"

"Or am I just getting shorter with age?"

After Ding Cang arrived at the camp, he felt the warm setting sun shining on him, and his mood became less tense.

Several familiar hunters saw that he had finally come out and greeted him loudly.

Ding Cang responded to each of them. Just as he was about to stop and chat with them, his footsteps involuntarily moved towards the depths of the camp.

What's going on?

Ding Cang didn't think much of it, assuming it was just stiffness in his hands and feet from not going out for a long time.

But soon he noticed something was wrong. There was a faint stinging pain in his hand and foot joints, and blood seeped through the bandages.

He subconsciously raised his arm to check, but his eyes had a strange sense of unfamiliarity, as if his arm was not his own.

Then Ding Cang discovered more suspicious points. The light-colored birthmark on the back of his right hand had disappeared.

And the knife scar that had been on his left wrist had also suddenly disappeared.

Ding Cang's heart became flustered, and he wanted to seek help from the prison guard, but his feet were no longer under his control, and he hurried towards the cave on his own.

He tried to resist several times, but to no avail.

Just then, Ren Qing, who had just come out of the mine, was preparing to go to the wooden house to rest, holding a particularly conspicuous four-foot-long Miao sword in his hand.

Ding Cang was stunned for a moment, and then, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, he wanted to shout towards Ren Qing.

"Ugh..."

His right hand suddenly covered his mouth.

Ding Cang's pupils dilated. When ordinary people encounter bizarre things they cannot understand, their bodies instinctively want to make a sound.

His right hand suddenly pried open his teeth and forcefully grabbed his tongue.

Before he could react, a sharp pain was transmitted to his scalp, and his tongue was pulled out by the root, and blood gushed out.

His twisted face was unspeakably terrifying.

Ren Qing stopped.

Ding Cang could tell that Ren Qing seemed to notice his abnormality, so he tried to seek help again, but the speed of his feet was getting faster and faster.

He felt the bones all over his body making sounds of being unable to bear the weight, so that his internal organs were squeezed painfully.

Ding Cang fell heavily in front of the cave, his flesh flowing out like melting butter, with countless eyes floating in it.

His consciousness seemed to return to the wolf's belly, but this time, in addition to the heavy breathing, there was also a strange man's voice.

"Too bad, it didn't completely cover the mining area."

Blood splattered everywhere.

The Hundred-Eyed Forbidden Zone was formed.

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Hordes of beasts swarmed in.

Although the number of Gu worms used to resist was greater, they obviously could not kill the beasts in a short time, causing some who were not afraid of death to rush into Camelback Mountain.

The surviving beasts were mostly wolves, tigers, leopards, and bears, all of whom survived by virtue of their agility.

They seemed to already know the location of the Disaster Elimination Forbidden Zone and rushed towards it in a swarm.

As a large number of Gu worms died, Li Yaoyang consciously rubbed his temples, and his expression became a little impatient.

He sat cross-legged in a cave in Camelback Mountain, surrounded by a dozen bottles and jars, all containing a large number of Gu worms.

Li Yaoyang frowned and muttered, "Ridiculous, thinking they can break into the forbidden zone by driving some ordinary beasts, where did they get the courage?"

He scratched his wrist with his fingernails, and blood dripped into the clay pot containing the Gu worms, and there was a sound of eager swallowing inside.

A few breaths later, a dozen Gu worms resembling wasps broke out of the pot, spread their wings, and flew into the dense mountain forest.

Li Yaoyang then left the cave and shouted loudly, "Miss Mu, there is still a cultivator who has not been dealt with. Go and control his body, lest a new forbidden zone be created after his death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the trees and vines nearby intertwined.

A tree man more than three meters tall strode towards the location where the beasts were attacking. It is hard to imagine that the terrifying appearance is that of a young woman in her twenties.

However, the birds were not afraid of Mu Yi at all, and even stopped on her shoulders.

When Mu Yi found the traces of the beasts, they had already rushed to within a thousand meters of the Disaster Elimination Forbidden Zone.

Mu Yi opened her hands.

Dozens of vines directly entangled the beast herd, and even a few stray fish were tied up by the roots that drilled out of the ground.

She checked the beasts one by one, and the result was that they were all relatively ordinary, and even the traces of spellcasting were subtle and undetectable.

"Could it be that the cultivator didn't even enter the mountain?"

Mu Yi closed her eyes and accepted the feedback from the vegetation. Countless chaotic memories poured into her mind, and she tried to find useful information from them.

After a long time, Mu Yi opened her eyes.

Just a dozen minutes ago, a stout old wolf climbed up the back mountain full of cliffs and went around to the side of the Disaster Elimination Forbidden Zone.

However, the old wolf was already dying and should not last long.

Mu Yi retracted the vines into her body, transforming into an ordinary human body.

Then she reached out and let a few birds come over, and she made bursts of chirping sounds in her mouth, as if she was communicating with the birds.

The birds flew away, and Mu Yi hurried into the mountain forest.

Regardless of whether this old wolf is disguised as a cultivator, it must be stopped.

If it affects the Disaster Elimination Forbidden Zone as a result, the consequences will be disastrous.

Fortunately, the forbidden zone is surrounded by spells indiscriminately, and even a Ghost Envoy Realm cultivator would probably find it difficult to break through in a short time.