Overusing the Power of Resentful Eyes, the black-robed monk suffered a backlash. The manner of death not only affected Yang Xiao and Lu Wencheng ntally and physically, Yang Xiao struggled to swallow his saliva and vowed never to eat boneless chicken feet again.
The way the Lingchi Ghost kills and the extent of backlash were extrely terrifying. Although this Resentful Eye was powerful, it was too dangerous; a double-edged sword.
Originally, Yang Xiao was worried that the swollen and deford corpse might stand up again, but after waiting a long ti, he realized he had worried too much. After the backlash against its host, the Resentful Eye cald down. Looking at the "picked" bones next to the corpse, the grueso scene was still vivid in his mind.
"Phew—" Exhaling a long breath, Lu Wencheng was also at the end of his strength, stumbling backward and leaning against a tree to catch his heavy breath.
About a dozen seconds later, when his strength had slightly recovered, he walked towards Yang Xiao, took out the old, peeling stapler from his chest, and said, "Bear with it!"
"Click!"
"Click!"
"Click!"
...
A dozen or so tis, first stapling the broken left arm, then the wound on the abdon, and finally the chopped left leg...
Holding the stapler, Lu Wencheng looked at the blood-covered Yang Xiao, feeling as though he was not facing a person but a ragged rag doll.
Lu Wencheng was seeing for the first ti soone badly injured and still alive; he couldn’t help but marvel at the tenacity of Yang Xiao’s life force.
After the bleeding stopped, he carefully moved Yang Xiao under a crooked-neck tree, letting him rest against the trunk. That he was still alive was thanks to Yang Xiao; Lu Wencheng sincerely prayed the mission would end quickly. Yang Xiao was in a terrible state, his complexion pale from the blood loss, his head drooping from ti to ti, utterly spiritless.
"Hey, buddy, don’t sleep! Don’t you dare sleep!" Lu Wencheng forcefully slapped Yang Xiao’s face, knowing that once asleep, he might never wake up again, "Think about it, your family is waiting for you to co ho, you have a wife and kids!"
Lu Wencheng tried his best to find things that could stir Yang Xiao’s desire to stay, from family to wife and kids, to girlfriend. Unfortunately, Yang Xiao had no reaction, his head drooping more and more, which panicked Lu Wencheng, until—
"Bro, do you have any savings? Dying without having spent all your money, wouldn’t that be such a waste?" Lu Wencheng shook Yang Xiao’s shoulders.
The next second, Yang Xiao suddenly lifted his head, his eyes snapping open, filled with bloodshot, cursing, "Damn Mirror Ghost, it stole all my money; once I find it, I swear I will slaughter it, grind it to feed to dogs!"
This unexpected scene startled Lu Wencheng. He had not expected such a strong reaction from Yang Xiao. But in the end, Yang Xiao had woken up, and the result was good. He continued along with Yang Xiao’s words, both of them cursing the Mirror Ghost together.
Not sure if it was the anger, Lu Wencheng was shocked to discover that the paleness in Yang Xiao’s complexion was slowly warming; he was coming back to life!
After the cursing was about enough, Yang Xiao took a deep breath and turned to look at the corpse not far away, "This guy was really strong; what kind of background did he have?"
When collecting the Ghost Duster, he had fought with the followers of the Black Buddha Mother in a hotel; those guys were nothing compared to this black-robed monk.
Hearing this, Lu Wencheng sighed, heart racing as he looked towards the corpse, his voice involuntarily lowered, "This was no ordinary follower, but one with a ranked position. I guess, at the very least, he was a Sotapanna. In a one-on-one situation, there’s hardly an opponent amongst the Fierce Level Apostles."
"Sotapanna?" Yang Xiao was stunned, "An Initial Fruit Arhat?"
Yang Xiao also knew a bit about this area. Sotapanna is a Buddhist term aning "stream-enterer," the initial stage of enlightennt, and belonging to one of the four stages of sainthood in Buddhism, thus also known as the Initial Fruit Arhat. According to the "triple code," Sotapanna is to enter the stream of the noble eightfold path.
In other words, Sotapanna is the earliest and lowest level of spiritual cultivation in Buddhism. If compared to their Patrol Defense Office, the standing of this black-robed monk would be about that of an ordinary captain, but their strength was far from comparable.
"So strong and just a Sotapanna?" Yang Xiao was shocked, reaffirming for the second ti.
Lu Wencheng gave a bitter smile, "The Head of Ten Thousand Religions, the Black Buddha Mother Sect, is not to be taken lightly. I’ve heard above the Four Fruits of Ascetics position there is the Bodhisattva Position, and above that, the position of Buddha’s son and True Body Buddha; those are the true mainstays of the Sect, of course, we call them Demons."
"That... have you heard of the Little Holy Spirit White-robed Buddha Mother?" Yang Xiao asked tentatively.
"Of course, she is a greatly feared Demon, soone who could eradicate denominations by rely raising a foot. But I heard she was betrayed, exposed, and cornered by several major families working together, who killed many experts and wore her down to her last breath, and finally cut her down," Lu Wencheng said with a sigh, thinking that if one day he could participate in such a battle, what a sight it would be.
Seeing the light in Lu Wencheng’s eyes, Yang Xiao not only sounded him out; he could tell that Lu Wencheng had strong spiritual power, stronger than his own, and the Magic Artifacts in his hands were also impressive. However, limited by the Academy, he had not experienced many real-life-and-death struggles. Both his willpower and adaptability during combat were inferior to those from the world of martial arts.
Once he left the protection of the Academy and rashly entered the world of martial arts, if he encountered an opponent of similar strength, the consequences would be unpredictable.
"Lu, do you still plan to keep fighting?" Yang Xiao probed.
At this, Lu Wencheng shook his head vehently, "No fighting anymore, that’s enough. There’s always a higher mountain; soone from the Academy like is lacking in combat abilities. If it weren’t for running into you this ti, my junior brother and sister would have mourned for ."
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