12dz Chapter 250 Awareness
Chapter 250 Awareness
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The two small snakes opened their "big mouths" and bit each other's necks almost simultaneously, injecting all their venom into their brother's body without hesitation.
Not only that.
Their bodies intertwined, locking each other tightly.
Their large, open scales resembled countless sharp blades, cutting and rubbing against each other.
The two snakes fell off the bamboo stick and rolled on the ground, hissing and flicking their tongues from time to time.
Suddenly, a dozen or so long, thin wings sprouted from behind them and simultaneously flapped their wings above everyone's heads.
Although it couldn't fly very high, it spun around in the air and thumped.
With that fierce look, it was clear he intended to kill the other person.
Li Hui hurriedly pulled out a clump of yellow powder from his bag and threw it at the two snakes, making a sharp whistling sound as he tried to separate them.
The yellow powder had a strong realgar smell.
But the two snakes, after being coated with yellow powder, did not separate; instead, they fought even more fiercely.
Li Hui was so anxious that he stomped his feet. These two snakes were the result of his painstaking training. He was famous for his spear and club, but most of the power of his bamboo stick came from these two elusive little snakes.
If he dies, his strength will be greatly reduced.
He picked up the bamboo stick and struck upwards a few times, but failed to separate the two snakes several times.
Watching the scales and tattered wings fall down.
Li Hui was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.
The commotion here has gotten out of hand.
Many people ran over to watch the excitement from the long queue.
Guo Laogan took a deep drag of his cigarette and then exhaled it, like a smoke dragon spewing smoke onto the two snakes, making a hissing sound. Even so, the two snakes did not separate.
Wu Tiechuan drew his sword, wanting to help but unable to.
He was confident he could cut off both snake heads with one stroke, but separating the two snakes without harming them was extremely difficult.
Yang Silang endured the stench he "smelled" in his soul, and with just a glance, he knew he was helpless.
Killing two snakes is easy, but saving them is difficult.
The knives, spears, and clubs that people are used to using are not suitable.
If Fu Hongying were here, perhaps we could try her soft red rope, or better yet, a net, and we'd need two of them.
The idea had just flashed through his mind.
woohoo...
Under two nets.
It was the two women who had joined the group this morning, and they looked alike. The older one was wearing a white dress and was throwing out a white net.
The younger girls wore yellow dresses and spread out a sheet of paper.
The two men used the same technique, clearly practicing the same method. The two nets were decorated with silver bells, which jingled pleasantly.
The two skillfully cast two nets, which stuck together in mid-air, and then quickly scooped them up.
After precisely separating the two nets on the heads of the two snakes, pull them apart.
The two small snakes, which had been fiercely fighting to the death, separated and fell into the two nets.
But they were still restless at this moment, standing upright through the net, sticking out their tongues frantically, their eyes bloodshot, as if they wanted to swallow each other whole.
Unable to reach their target, the two snakes coiled around themselves and bit the two women carrying the net, displaying extreme ferocity.
The girl in the yellow dress exclaimed in surprise.
She was afraid of the venomous snakes and scorpions, so she let go and threw the net to the ground. However, although the net looked soft on the surface, it was actually made of fine metal threads and was tough and could not withstand any force.
The snake struggled on the ground, but couldn't escape.
Li Hui picked up the net with a pained expression, looking at the snake inside with heartache.
However, he still didn't forget to thank the two women.
Yang Silang squinted at everything, multitasking. On the surface, he seemed to be standing by and observing, remaining silent.
In the Niwan Palace.
His soul trembled violently, his spiritual senses kicked in, and he searched for the source of the stench.
closer, closer...
He could smell the odor right beside him, or more precisely, right among the crowd who had gathered to watch the spectacle.
The pungent stench was almost suffocating.
however.
The smell suddenly disappeared, just as it appeared out of nowhere and vanished without a trace.
Yang Silang opened his eyes and saw Li Hui thanking the two women.
During the conversation, I learned that the two women who looked like sisters were actually mother and daughter.
Seeing that Li Hui was a newly appointed Jinshi, he laughed and said that he could call himself Qi Shushi.
"Huh..." The girl who had been so frightened that she threw away the net pointed to the bag.
"Look, it's stopped causing trouble and has become well-behaved..."
Everyone looked down.
Sure enough, the two snakes in the nets became docile and coiled up, looking like they were on the verge of death, covered in wounds.
After carefully examining the snakes several times to ensure there was no danger, Li Hui carefully took them out, placed them in his palm, and then carefully applied the medicinal wine.
Although Miss Shu was too scared to lift the net earlier, she came closer when she saw the little snake lying quietly in Li Hui's hand.
These two little snakes weren't going crazy; they were entirely blue, even their eyes were emerald green, which was quite endearing.
Miss Shu even dared to gently touch it with her hand, letting out a giggle.
Yang Silang noticed that Qi Shu was smiling as she watched Li Hui and Miss Shu whisper to each other.
But the guards behind Qi Shu stared at Li Hui with wide eyes, their bodies radiating a murderous aura.
"This must be the daughter of some official..." Yang Silang knew in his heart.
Li Hui was a handsome young man, but unlike most martial artists, his skin was not rough; instead, it was very fair, even excessively so.
Li Hui was a handsome young man, but unlike most martial artists, his skin was not rough; instead, it was very fair, even excessively so.
Clearly, Miss Shu has no aversion to either him or his snake pet.
Yang Silang glanced at it a few times, then lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
wrong……
Something's very wrong...
The stench in the early morning was suspicious, and Yang Silang immediately became alert.
Unfortunately, the stench was fleeting and never returned.
But the stench was even stronger now, and it appeared briefly around him before disappearing.
Thinking back to how Li Hui's two pet snakes had always been fine, it's clear they suddenly went berserk twice this morning and at noon, fighting each other for their lives.
Yang Silang knew that Li Hui had said that.
This snake comes from the Southern Xinjiang Province and is called the Green Chopstick Snake. It is about the size of a chopstick and is in its juvenile stage. When it grows up, it will be a great demon that can carry people and fly.
The green serpent is highly venomous. Although its eyes are cute and resemble emeralds, its vision is actually blurry and almost blind. However, it has an amazingly developed sense of smell and uses it to guide its hunts.
It enjoys eating all kinds of poisons, including cadaver poison, which is also on its diet.
what……
He shuddered.
"Could it be that Emperor Jinghe has cultivated himself into a lifelike corpse and is now mixed among us?"
"Or even, eat one of us and take his place?"
"That occasional stench... uh... is he farting?"
"Did the green-necked serpents smell the corpse poison? Because the level of poison was so high, the prey turned into the hunters, causing them to go berserk and fight each other irrationally?"
Yang Silang's horrified gaze swept over everyone in the room, and he felt that everyone looked like Emperor Jinghe's zombie.
Guo Laogan'er... he's smoking so loudly, he's already covered in the smell of cigarettes, it can't be him.
Wu Tiechuan and Li Hui?
One is a rough, unrefined man, and the other is too pale—well, that doesn't quite fit either.
That mother and daughter was even more impossible; how could a dignified emperor transform into a woman?
Yang Silang suddenly looked at Wang Daniu with a puzzled expression.
"Fourth Brother, why are you looking at me like that?" Wang Daniu asked in a panic, rubbing his arms as he saw Yang Silang staring at him menacingly.
"Don't stare at me like that, it's creepy..."
Yang Silang withdrew his gaze.
No, it's not that simple. The emperor couldn't imitate Wang Daniu's kind of simple-minded and cunning nature.
The team quickly set off and continued their rapid journey.
Yang Silang rode on the back of Daqing and communicated with Daqing through his spirit.
"Daqing, when we set off in the morning and during our lunch break, when those two snake pets were acting crazy and fighting, did you smell or sense a foul odor?"
Daqing shook his head in reply.
"Sir, I didn't smell anything..."
Yang Silang then summoned She Nu, who was hiding in the Niwan Palace, and Shu Miaosheng for questioning.
Both She Nu and Shu Miaosheng possess a supernatural sense of smell.
The two demons replied that Shu Miaosheng only sensed a faint stench with his divine soul, but it was not obvious; as for She Nu, it was clear that the snakes in this secret realm were abundant, and she could hunt them to her heart's content, and did not feed on the venom of corpse stiffness.
Therefore, she didn't sense anything unusual at all.
Yang Silang pondered calmly.
Well, if Emperor Zombie really were mixed in with the group, he would definitely be unable to resist having an extra meal at night, and the number of people and animals in the caravan would probably decrease every day.
If no one or no animals are missing after one night.
That means I was wrong.
That stench was unbearable; only zombies could stand it…
what……
Zombies?
Yang Silang's eyes lit up as he thought of another possibility.
If we overturn the previous guess, is it possible that it is an unknown thing that could attract the Emperor Zombie to follow us with its unique flavor?
in this way.
Wouldn't this caravan become bait?
When Yang Silang thought of this possibility, he felt a chill run down his spine. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, even more so than the first possibility.
How difficult it is for an emperor to stagnate people!
According to Mo Xinlian's memories, there were corpse immortals in history who survived the tribulation of lightning and dispelled their corpse energy, so that their behavior, actions, voice, and smiles were no different from those of living people.
Emperor Jinghe, this old zombie, should not have reached that stage yet.
Having ruled out all other possibilities, all that's left is guessing about the bait.
Yang Silang gasped.
If this speculation is true, wouldn't it be more dangerous to stay in the team the longer?
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.
If this team is the bait, then who is the one who puts the bait in?
The answer is obvious: it must be someone in the government, possibly even including Xu Huaihua and Qingfeng Daoren, who took their leave yesterday, or perhaps accomplices.
"How can I verify this?"
Yang Silang's heart stirred, and he took out his aunt and communicated with her through their souls.
"Aunt, how's your creation of those clones going?"
A few days ago, my aunt took away all the thin stone chips that she had shed during her previous transformation, saying she wanted to refine a clone.
The aunt replied in a childish voice.
"It's ready."
"A total of thirty-six pieces were refined."
"It's easy to use. Just place it on any stone along the way, and it will blend in, which is like me putting an eye in there."
"But there are also limitations."
"None of my clones may be more than a mile away from me, or I will lose my sense of them."
"In addition, I only have these thirty-six clones at the moment. I need to retrieve them after I've used them up, otherwise they'll just become waste rocks if I leave them outside, and I won't be able to create new clones."
Yang Silang laughed heartily and transmitted his thoughts through his soul.
Yang Silang spurred his donkey on, constantly throwing thin stone shards at various stones.
The eighteen stones chosen at the entrance and in the valley are designed to ensure a clear view for any outsiders entering the valley.
Once we were out of the canyon...
The caravan traveled forward for about a hundred paces.
Yang Silang, who had been staring down at the Flying Thunder Stone, frowned. A suspicious person had appeared...