The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#763 - The most feared thing

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Although Lu Jing hadn't practiced the Golden Body Art, he had the Fire Scale Armor, and it was the fifth level Fire Scale Armor.

In terms of defense alone, it was at least two levels stronger than the Golden Body Art.

Before, he was just pretending to dodge the incoming arrows, but after locking onto the attacker's position with his hearing, he simply stood his ground and took seven arrows head-on!

On the other side, he returned the favor by directly releasing Mountain Fire, killing the archer with a single sword strike.

A moment later, the one-eyed Daoist and the other two heard something rolling from the roof to the ground, and Lu Jing also beckoned, calling Mountain Fire back from the blood mist.

Wiping the blood from the sword's edge, Lu Jing returned the flying sword to his sleeve.

"Sword cultivator?!" The chubby female supervisor bared her teeth, looking like she'd seen a ghost, "And you've already trained this flying sword to the late stage of spiritual movement, but aren't you still a rookie?"

The supervisor surnamed Ren on the other side also looked shocked, "What kind of body protection technique did you practice? How is your body so hard?"

The only one who wasn't too surprised was probably the one-eyed Daoist leading the group.

After all, he had already witnessed Lu Jing's unscientific skills at the quarry. He cleared his throat and said, "Now is not the time to chat. Time is precious, let's go find people first."

So the two of them didn't say anything more, but the way they looked at Lu Jing was completely different.

Especially the chubby female supervisor, she had only heard that there was an outrageous guy in this year's rookies, but what kind of place was the Department of Celestial Observation? It had never lacked talented people. She had seen all kinds of geniuses.

But she had never seen a scene where a flying sword was cultivated to the late stage of spiritual movement in just one year.

The four continued to walk forward.

This time, no one came to attack them again, but after walking for a while, they heard a burst of crying.

The one-eyed Daoist raised the lantern in his hand and shone it forward, and saw a person lying on the ground.

It was an old man who had just passed his half-century mark, his hair only half white, his complexion ruddy, and his figure very strong, looking like a longevity star.

Logically speaking, as long as there were no accidents, living to eighty or ninety years old would not be a problem.

However, the one-eyed Daoist reached out and probed under his nose, and then touched his chest, shaking his head and saying, "It's no good, he's already dead."

"Who killed him?" The supervisor surnamed Ren asked.

The one-eyed Daoist was not in a hurry to answer, carefully examining the body, and then said, "I didn't see any wounds on the surface, and it doesn't look like poisoning."

"Then how did he die?"

The supervisor surnamed Ren was asking a man beside the old man. The crying that everyone had just heard came from his mouth, and seeing him crying so sadly, he was obviously a filial son.

However, what I didn't expect was that the man said, "I don't know."

"You don't even know how your father died?"

"Who said he was my father?" The man said while crying.

"He's not your father, then who is he to you, uncle, master?"

"Neither, I don't know him. I just saw him walking and clutching his chest before falling down," the man said.

The people from the Department of Celestial Observation looked at each other in dismay. After a while, the chubby female supervisor said again, "You don't know him, then why are you crying?"

"Of course I'm crying for myself." The man looked like his heart was dead, "I, Wei, have been studying hard for more than twenty years, but I have repeatedly failed the imperial examinations. This is my last time to participate in the imperial examinations, but I didn't expect to fail again. I... I will never be able to become an official in my life."

The more the man spoke, the sadder he became, and he burst into tears again.

Before his crying stopped, another angry shout came from a nearby house, "Bitch! I knew the child wasn't mine! I saw you flirting with Li Si, who sells soy milk, back then, but you lied to me and said that nothing happened between you."

Then there was the sound of bowls and plates being smashed.

"It's the Red Silk, that strange object. It's affecting these people in the blood mist. These are the things they fear most in their hearts," the supervisor surnamed Ren said.

"Why are we okay?" Lu Jing asked Chao Yuan, who was being held in his hand.

The latter said, "I also heard about the Red Silk from others, and I haven't personally entered the blood mist, so I don't know the specific details."

"Just in case, let's all talk about what you are most afraid of first?" The one-eyed Daoist said.

"The thing I'm most afraid of is dying at the hands of strange objects," the chubby female supervisor said first.

Her words also expressed the concerns of most supervisors.

The supervisor surnamed Ren said second, "I'm most afraid of... spiders."

"You're afraid of spiders?" The chubby female supervisor asked in surprise, "What's so scary about spiders?"

"They're hairy, have many legs, and some are poisonous... They look scary, and I was bitten by a spider when I was young, and then I had a fever for several days, and almost didn't make it through."

"Okay, what I fear most is my master," the one-eyed Daoist continued.

Seeing that the three of them had said what they were most afraid of.

So their eyes were all focused on Lu Jing.

"The thing I'm most afraid of?" Lu Jing's expression was a little strange, "This..."

"What's wrong, is there something inconvenient for you to say?" The one-eyed Daoist said, "Then you can tell us what we need to be vigilant about."

"There's nothing to be vigilant about," Lu Jing said with a wry smile, "Can I guarantee that the things I fear won't cause any harm to others?"

"Could it be something related to love?" The chubby female supervisor smelled the scent of gossip, but she didn't continue to ask, just smiled kindly at Lu Jing.

At this time, the one-eyed Daoist's expression suddenly changed, "Have you felt it?"

"What?"

"This blood mist seems to have become denser than when we first came in."

Hearing him say this, the other three people, including Lu Jing, also raised the lanterns in their hands and found that the field of vision had indeed become smaller again.

Those red blood mists had connected together, turning into pieces of blood membrane, and those blood membranes were still opening and closing, pulsating according to some strange law.

"Go." The one-eyed Daoist no longer hesitated, and no longer cared about the ordinary people who were bewitched by the blood mist, and continued to move forward with the three people. After about a hundred feet, they finally heard the sound of fighting.

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