C28 Cadaveric Core

"F * ck!" Cripple Feng grabbed it and smashed it on the tea table, wishing that he could kill it. "Looks like you remembered the past."

Many of them were very smart, and the white cat in front of him was trained to such a violent state by others that he found an opportunity to spray a mouthful of corpse qi into them, injuring them, which resulted in the white cat becoming foolish and obedient.

It was obvious that he had regained his clarity of mind from before.

The white cat cried out miserably as it was thrown onto the ground.

"You are lacking in discipline!" "Even you dare to bully this daddy." When the white cat saw him in the past, they would always be obedient, especially when giving its blood to Wang Jiajia to drink, they did not have a single trace of anger. Now, they actually dared to scratch him, how could they not make him angry.

There was no one in the world who did not hold a grudge, and white cat was the one who held a grudge.

It was in so much pain that it wanted to tear up Cripple Feng's throat, but it couldn't do anything as Chu Chi tied a red knot around it. It couldn't even muster up the strength to use its sharp claws.

"Let's see how I'll deal with you when we get back!" Cripple Feng was furious, but he still left some leeway. After all, this white cat was a rare spiritual item, so there was some use in keeping it, he had decided to refine it into a corpse cat, compared to the Corpse-refining, it would take a very short time. If it was of good color, it could be considered a good fierce object, and could temporarily make up for the lack of strength.

The white cat felt the Cripple Feng's plan and wanted to escape. It struggled but could not free itself.

Cripple Feng carried it as he walked two steps forward. Seeing the red rope on its body, he couldn't help but frown. He was puzzled, the knitting method of the red rope was not normal.

"Could it be an imprint?" The Cripple Feng could not help but think of Chu Chi and Zhou Shen. His skills were not weak, and when he thought about how to capture the white cat, he must have some plan. In order to prevent it from going missing, he left a unique imprint on its body for tracking.

"An insignificant skill." Cripple Feng thought that he had succeeded in his plan, chuckled, then squatted down and pressed the white cat on the ground, tore off the red knot casually and threw it to the side.

The white cat had originally given up, but then it felt the shackles and weight on its body being taken away, allowing it to recover its strength.

"Roar!" The white cat let out a loud cry, it was not a normal cat's cry, but more like a tiger's roar.

The Cripple Feng could not hold it in, and watched as the white cat flew out and landed on the stairs, its entire body bent like a bow, looking down on him with a burning gaze.

Looking at its imposing manner, it was not just a cat, but more like a little tiger.

"This …" Cripple Feng thought, the use of the Red String of Fate was bad, he had guessed wrongly! So this little thing was actually able to "trap the beast", and it was also an excellent method. If he wasn't proficient in beast taming, he probably wouldn't be able to do this.

Cripple Feng hurriedly took a few steps back. His chest moved about like a toad and released a breath of corpse energy from his throat.

The white cat suffered from the corpse qi, so it could temporarily suppress its anger. It did not pounce, but Cripple Feng did not dare to spit it out, as corpse qi was a life saving technique, if not for the two Corpse-refining s, he would not have needed it.

His body could only store two mouthfuls of corpse qi, and it was obtained by eating the corpse worms that the Carrion s gave him, which was also produced by Xue Gu. In order to deal with Chu Chi, he had already used one mouthful at the Xiang Jiang Bay, spitting another mouthful would require him to eat the Carrion s for another year to fill up.

Eating the corpses was already enough to challenge one's limits, not to mention Carrion, even most Corpse Refiner would not be able to swallow them. Only he, Cripple Feng, had found a way to suppress the stench of corpses while travelling far and wide, finally accumulating two mouthfuls of corpse Qi.

A man and a cat confronted each other. No one dared to act rashly.

At this time, the white cat's entire body suddenly trembled. It picked up the tail with both hands and jumped down from the staircase to escape into the kitchen.

Cripple Feng thought that the white cat was just an animal, it had the instinct to fear people. Just as it was about to give chase, a faintly discernible smell came, making it feel as if the soles of its feet were rooted in place, it stood there motionlessly.

This smell was a taste that he yearned for day and night.

The smell of the Corpse Core!

Cripple Feng didn't know much about Corpse Core s, but he had smelled Corpse Core s before. He had only smelled Corpse Core once from far away, and that was something that he wouldn't forget for the rest of his life. It was not because of how unique the smell was, but because any Corpse Refiner yearned to obtain the power of the Corpse Core.

A single Corpse Core was akin to a Sky Slaughter Dragon in the Martial Forest, bestowing the possessor with extremely high strength.

Corpse Core s were created by the heavens and the earth, and could be cultivated by humans, but the advantages and disadvantages of the two were completely different. It was said that there were seniors of the Corpse Refiner in ancient times. In order to obtain a Corpse Core, a tyrant, and massacred millions of people, they used countless corpses as nourishment to nurture their people, but they were not necessarily able to do so.

The Corpse Core that he had seen before was something that belonged to his grandfather, something that had been passed down through tens of generations of his clan members. No one knew where it came from, and no one knew if it was a miraculous good fortune that had come from heaven and earth, or something that had been artificially nurtured.

After the two brothers in the family heard the news, they became excited and discussed to get to know each other. While their grandfather was out, they sneaked into the house and, due to luck, found the Corpse Core.

The two brothers did indeed see the Corpse Core, but they never came out alive. They couldn't resist the desire in their hearts and swallowed the Corpse Core separately.

Three hours later, they grew up to be Soldier Corpse s, and almost all of their clan members were killed. The Corpse-refining s below the level of Soldier Corpse s did not fit all of the clansmen, and it was only when Grandfather returned, when the other members of the clan sent out their flying corpses that were of a higher level than the Soldier Corpse s, did they manage to subdue them and lock them in the underground palace. From then on, the clan lost a lot of strength, and no clan members were allowed to mention the two brothers.

Cripple Feng had quietly followed behind the two brothers at that time, hoping to take a look, but in the end, he only smelled the Corpse Core and didn't even see its appearance.

But the power the Corpse Core showed, especially the changes after the two brothers had consumed it, made his blood boil whenever he thought of it. He left the clan and went around everywhere to find the Corpse Core.

He believed that if he could obtain a Corpse Core, the Corpse-refining he created would be able to grow nonstop! Until one possessed unparalleled strength in this world.

However, half a lifetime had passed, and it was only now that the White Cloud Blue Dog finally caught a whiff of the Corpse Core's scent again. It had been more than thirty years since the last time.

As he stood there, he heard footsteps coming from the stairwell.

The smell of the Corpse Core became stronger and stronger.

Cripple Feng turned around, his expression immediately falling into shock, "What's going on?"

In front of him, was actually a Soldier Corpse.

This was something that he had refined with his own hands, he could not possibly admit his mistake, because the Soldier Corpse was made from someone he had killed.

Last night, the Soldier Corpse's soul had clearly been taken away by Chu Chi, so how could it possibly appear again? Furthermore, the Corpse Core's scent was coming from its body.

Even though the Cripple Feng had lived for fifty or sixty years and travelled far and wide, they still could not figure it out.

As the Soldier Corpse walked down one step at a time, the doors and windows automatically closed with a bang, and even the curtains were drawn shut. There was no light in the living room, so it immediately became extremely dark and gloomy.

The Soldier Corpse stopped not far away from the Cripple Feng.

Two sharp knives stretched out from his arms, pointing at the back like tail feathers.

"Could it be a trap meant to lure me in?" Cripple Feng could not help but think of the mysterious Chu Chi. Although the corpses refined by each Corpse Refiner were normally only under their own control, it was difficult to guarantee that there were no experts in the world capable of keeping others' Corpse-refining for their own use.

Thinking about it, Cripple Feng's legs trembled. As a Corpse Refiner, he clearly knew how powerful the Soldier Corpse was. His only life-saving corpse Qi was completely useless in front of the Soldier Corpse.

The Soldier Corpse raised its arm, and its bright long blade swept towards Cripple Feng.

"Mercy!" Spare me! "I know I'm wrong, I don't dare anymore …" Cripple Feng kneeled down with a thump, kowtowing with all his might as he continuously yelled out. His first thought was that Chu Chi and Zhou Shen had gotten rid of the police and returned, but he did not know where they were hiding, so he kowtowed in every direction.

After a long while, no one appeared.

Cripple Feng did not dare stop, he continued to kowtow, his forehead struck the ground, causing loud sounds. Blood flowed out, and after another half an hour, no one appeared, but Cripple Feng did not dare to escape, even did not dare to have the thought of escaping. His head was buzzing, he almost fainted.

Finally, an indifferent female voice could be heard, "What's your surname?"

"Seal …" Cripple Feng was slightly surprised, this voice was clearly different from Chu Chi's hoarse voice, but he still replied with a trembling voice, and then he realized that something was not right, "No, it should be a seal, it should be a mortal simple surname …"

"A descendant of Nine Lee." the woman said. The tone was flat, like a question or a statement.

"Yes, the Abandoned Mountain of the East Lake Clan …" The Cripple Feng nodded with all his might. Since the other party knew about Nine Lee, he might still be able to spare his life due to some face. He kept his head lowered, not daring to look at what kind of person the other party was.

"The Corpse-refining's special technique, if it landed in the hands of someone like you, it would really be terrible." The woman sighed.

When the Cripple Feng heard the lingering charm of his words, he could not help but shiver. His entire upper body prostrated on the ground, "Senior, please spare my life!"

"No matter what, he is someone who has refined corpses before, why is he so afraid of death?" This time, the female voice was a clear rhetorical question.

"After death, the body is full of holes, the intestines are rotten, the flesh is rotten, and maggots are devoured by wild beasts. Thinking about that, my body goes cold and I'm full of fear. So, I'm afraid of death." Cripple Feng answered honestly.

"Heh …" The woman's voice suddenly laughed, "After a person dies, they should be worried about the location of their three souls. To fall into the hands of evil demons, that's the most terrifying thing."

"Senior is right." Cripple Feng repeatedly agreed.

"Alright." "Go on, I don't want to see you again."

The Cripple Feng kowtowed to express his gratitude, he scrambled to the side of the door and pulled the door open. Only then did he confirm that he had taken back his life and went out, and immediately took out his phone to call Wang Binn.

In any case, he could not afford to wade into the muddy waters here. No matter how tempting the other things were, their lives were not as important as his.

Who knew that Wang Binn's phone was turned off.

Cripple Feng stood in the shadows and watched the scorching sun, cursing anxiously.