Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 1082 - 548: Evil Demons and Heretics (Part 2)

"You! Aren’t you just the same!"

"Not the same! I earned my skills by myself! What I eat and use is either hunted by myself or traded for with my catches! I’m not like you! I’ll pay back what I owe!"

"You! Then, I also bought mine with money!"

"Bah! Who wants your damn money!"

"You!"

"Aba..."

Huan Sheng tugged at Chan Zi.

"Hmm, let’s go, don’t stoop to this fool’s level."

However, Li Yuanzhao wouldn’t give up, gritting his teeth and resetting his dislocated joint, enduring the pain to chase after them.

Chan Zi frowned,

"What? Looking for a fight?"

Li Yuanzhao huffed angrily,

"I’m not wasting words with you! I just want to ask the little mute, who really killed my dad!"

Chan Zi, "Your dad?"

Huan Sheng, "Aba..."

Chan Zi, "Oh, Li Hu, huh, wasn’t a good person anyway."

Li Yuanzhao, "You! No, how do you guys even understand what he’s saying?"

Chan Zi sneered,

"You don’t care about ordinary people at all, so how can you understand what we’re saying?"

Li Yuanzhao was on the verge of madness.

"Is this even relevant! Aaaah!"

"Hahaha! A bunch of kids performing cross-talk! You’re driving this old man mad!"

Suddenly, a long, earth-shaking laugh roared like thunder, wrapped in layers of fierce wind, sweeping in such that it blew reeds by the shore into a chaotic tumble.

Chan Zi listened intently, then suddenly pulled out a talisman from his pocket, slapped it onto Huan Sheng’s forehead, and tossed him into the reeds, yelling at Li Yuanzhao,

"Split up and run!"

Before the words were out of his mouth, he had already leaped out like a cheetah, stepping on the water surface, carving a white line, rapidly rushing towards the lake.

Meanwhile, a black wind abruptly swept out of the forest, transforming into a giant black hand, sweeping an unsuspecting Li Yuanzhao into the wind, then it chased Chan Zi for miles until Demon Wind swooped in and scooped him up!

When Huan Sheng raised his head from the pile of grass, the black wind had already become a tornado, like a demon dragon, floating into outer heaven, into the clouds above!

"Aba!"

Li Yuanzhao suddenly awoke, seeing a dead head like a rotten apple hanging in front of him, the flesh on its face melting off, dripping upwards like tears, he couldn’t help but scream and struggle.

Unfortunately, she found herself unable to move at all or make a sound. Looking around, she realized she was hanging upside down from a tree formed by human bones. Her mouth and whole body were tied by vine-like things, her legs gripped by branch-like bony arms, unable to move, swaying like a butterfly cocoon.

A closer look revealed the ’tree’s root stems and vines were intestines, yes, the thing tying her mouth was also the stench-filled blood intestines, countless intestines like pythons, like blood vessels, winding around the large tree, the roots soaked in a circle of dark red blood pool beneath, squirming like red maggots, gurgling and drawing nourishment from the pool’s blood plasma. It’s unknown how many people were killed to accumulate such a large pool, the blood half solidified, resembling large blocks of blood tofu.

Li Yuanzhao was neither blind nor foolish; he couldn’t help but realize that he was captured by some serious Evil Path demon head, and feared there was no escape from this fate.

Li Yuanzhao was overwhelmed with depression, wanted to cry from the grievance, to speak of being a Golden Core Cultivator, but lately kept getting setbacks, couldn’t get revenge, couldn’t beat the constable at the roadside, or the beggar at the lake, kept getting caught by the demon head like a chicken. Now look what happened, going to rot like an apple.

"**** your ancestors, you cursed scoundrel! You bastard son! May heaven take you! Your mom and dad must have been dog-eaten traitors to give birth to you! Cursed epileptic trash! Curse your mother’s light bulb! Foul-mouthed lousy intestines! Diseased lunatic! Dumb demon head! Heart blacker than coal! More sinister than ghost fire on the grave! Retribution will come eventually!"

Li Yuanzhao couldn’t help looking aside, seeing a blind man hung on the other side of the branch, biting through the intestines and spewing blood while cursing continuously...

"Hey, are you done cursing yet? Aren’t you exhausted? The old man is tired of listening."

Even the demon head tying them up was speechless from all the cursing, rolling up black aura, appearing from behind the tree. He looked around fifty years old, with a face dry and gaunt as iron, high cheekbones, hawk-like deep-set eyes, draped in a black magic robe, gray-white hair meticulously tied into an iron crown, holding a book in one hand, a pen in the other, looking more like a court clerk than a demon head.

Chan Zi howled and showed his teeth fiercely like a wolf cub,

"No! No! Can’t be done cursing! %#@^! Just wait till I call my brothers from all over to flatten this crappy cesspool! Drag all your ancestors out to hang under the sun! Rip off your roofs and tiles, wait till you have no paper to wipe after defecating, and full of sand when you eat! I*******!"

The demon head wrote swiftly, splashing ink to wrap a talisman over Chan Zi’s mouth, but it seemed a bit slow, for he had already drawn attention to the surroundings.

"Hehehe, damn it, Xu, where’d you find this foul-mouthed brat?"

A light chuckle followed, and out walked a pale, beardless playboy with powdered face, a mandala pinned at his temple, waving a fan made of human skin, wearing a brocade robe in gaudy colors, a blue-headed, red-backed giant centipede wrapped around him, his waist adorned with seven colorful fragrance pouches, oozing a rainbow misty miasma, concealing his figure.

"Yes, yes, the brat curses so nastily. Shouldn’t Humpback fix him a bit?"