Martial Arts Longevity Begins with the Equipment Slot

Chapter 20 Eerie Red Mist, Possessed by Evil Spirits

The sound of bones reforming came from the bottom of the valley.

"Click click click!"

"Crunch, crunch!"

It was like thousands of broken bones spinning and rubbing together in the darkness.

The terrifying pressure grew stronger and stronger, like a pair of invisible giant hands rapidly advancing from bottom to top.

Several streams of blood suddenly burst open from the crevices of the cliff face; the blood was dark red and viscous, and it slowly writhed on the rock face.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

After a muffled thud, a terrifying pressure surged forth.

Blood mist instantly enveloped the cliff.

Chen Yu felt a chill run down his spine.

A chill ran through my heart.

cold, too cold.

It wasn't the biting cold of winter, but the cold of prey being targeted.

It felt like someone was breathing on the back of his neck.

But behind him was clearly a bottomless cliff.

Chen Yu didn't dare to look back; he quickly ran outside.

I had only taken a few steps when my heel suddenly stepped on something soft.

Looking down, I saw it was blood and mud.

It was semi-dry, mixed with bone fragments, and made a crunching sound when stepped on.

Chen Yu immediately recognized it as a human finger bone, the tip of the little finger, with half a nail still attached, and dried bloodstains embedded in the nail crevices.

The blood mist thickened and spread to the surrounding mountains.

Wherever the fog reached, all the flowers, plants, and trees withered rapidly.

A figure in red emerged from the distance, growing more and more real as it drew closer.

Chen Yu tried to back away, but found that his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he was rooted to the spot and unable to move.

Soon, a pair of bare feet came into his view.

Barefoot, three inches off the ground, suspended in mid-air.

A chain made of tiny finger bones was wrapped around his ankle, gleaming palely in the blood mist.

With a light touch of the toes, as if stepping on invisible stairs, they walked out of the thick blood mist step by step.

Chen Yu felt as if the whole world had frozen.

That red dress was indistinguishable as either silk or congealed blood.

Her clothes fluttered without wind, each movement raising fine droplets of blood that traced eerie arcs in the air.

Chen Yu tried to see her face clearly.

Even with his exceptional hearing and eyesight, he still couldn't see clearly.

The woman in red's face seemed to merge with the blood mist.

It was hazy and dreamlike.

"Were you... waiting for me?"

She finally emerged completely from the blood mist and hovered in front of Chen Yu.

Her bright red lips parted slightly, and her voice sounded like the simultaneous flapping of wings of a million mosquitoes.

Before he could finish speaking, his face contorted again.

Chen Yu was unable to move and did not respond.

She slowly descended, her bare feet landing on Chen Yu's shoulders.

Chen Yu began to experience intense pain all over his body, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

She leaned down, pressing her face—half bone, half stunning beauty—close to his ear, and whispered:

"Your blood and energy... are so sweet."

Chen Yu tried again to see her true colors.

The woman in red's face underwent another strange change.

Two blood clots were forming in the eye socket area.

The blood clots were thick and viscous, piled up there, forming a ball shape.

Bubbling was still rising on the surface, the blood blisters bursting and then reappearing, as if someone was blowing inside.

The two clumps of blood stared straight at Chen Yu, sending another chill down his spine.

"Come...to...join...the...pulse..."

The woman in red called out again.

Then I reached out and took his wrist.

Chen Yu looked down at his hands.

The veins on the back of my hand are changing color.

The skin was reddish-white, with veins pushing out from the pores, breaking through the skin and revealing a section that was still writhing, like a severed earthworm.

The middle finger is almost sticking out.

The woman in red had long, slender fingers, and her nails were still intact.

There was dried blood stains under his fingernails, just like those in the mud on the cliff.

Chen Yu suddenly understood.

She was trying to connect her meridians, one by one, into the gaps between her bones.

Chen Yu tried to switch to the "Black Cloak Bear Skin" form, but his consciousness seemed to be out of control.

The woman in red invaded his mind!

Just when he was in despair, another face appeared in Chen Yu's eyes.

It's "Blood Blade Yama" Wei Rongfang!

I had seen it before in the portrait that Song Xiangxiang showed me.

In an instant, the blood mist before my eyes vanished completely.

The Cliff of Broken Souls has returned to its previous state.

Chen Yu hurriedly got up and looked towards the edge of the cliff, but there was no blood spring or bone fragments.

All the flowers, plants, and trees were lush and green, showing no signs of withering.

What exactly is going on?

Was it a dream?

No, that's absolutely impossible!

The terrifying pressure and the physical pain were real.

"What are you looking for, sir?"

Wei Rongfang stared at Chen Yu and asked.

He had been observing from the tree for a long time.

Chen Yu and the pursuers who came to kill him were not on the same side.

He even slaughtered all the pursuers, clearly showing he was a ruthless outlaw.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

This friend, like himself, will be a wanted criminal hunted by the government from now on.

Wei Rongfang is in a bad state right now, and if he wants to escape, he should try his best to win over Chen Yu, a potential ally.

Hearing Wei Rongfang's question, Chen Yu finally came to his senses.

He looked Wei Rongfang up and down, and indeed he had a good physique.

He is at least 1.9 meters tall and has an astonishingly muscular build.

There is a palm-sized burn scar on the outside of my left arm, which was caused by a flaming crossbow bolt a few days ago.

It was indeed Wei Rongfang himself. Chen Yu drew his sword and held it in front of him, but dared not make any rash moves.

"Brother, please don't misunderstand!"

Wei Rongfang quickly waved his hand in goodwill.

"We are not enemies, I will not attack you."

"Aren't you looking for something? I can help you."

As he spoke, he threw the long sword in his hand at his feet to show his sincerity.

Chen Yu remained unmoved, cautiously probing, and asked.

Did you see a woman just now?

"It was just a fat woman, didn't you kill her?" Wei Rongfang replied.

Chen Yu shook his head and continued:

"It wasn't her, it was a woman in red."

"I don't know then," Wei Rongfang said, shrugging.

"Where's the fog? Did you see a cloud of blood fog?"

"no."

Wei Rongfang scratched his head, thinking that Chen Yu might be hallucinating because he was too excited about killing someone for the first time.

I've been watching this place for a long time, but there's no woman in red, and no eerie red mist.

"Really not?" Chen Yu looked at him with a skeptical expression.

Wei Rongfang's mind raced, and suddenly a possibility came to mind.

His tone became somewhat hesitant.

"Could he be 'possessed'?"

"Possessed?" Chen Yu asked, puzzled.

"Ahem," Wei Rongfang continued, "There were too many dead people here just now, the pile of corpses and blood may have disturbed some evil spirits!"

"Demons? Such things exist?"

"I've never seen them either, but I've heard that in some rather eerie places, if certain conditions are met, these evil spirits will appear."

"What harm is there in this?"

This is the question that Chen Yu is most concerned about.

"It's hard to say." Wei Rongfang paused and continued, "It is said that an old man encountered a demon and was rejuvenated overnight, turning into the appearance of a six-year-old child."

"There was once a martial artist with extremely poor aptitude who had practiced for ten years without even making a dent in martial arts. But after encountering a demon, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and he instantly became a renowned martial arts master!"

"Of course, many more people who are possessed by evil spirits either go mad or become disabled, and in the end, they all cannot escape death."

Seeing Chen Yu's serious expression, Wei Rongfang changed the subject and comforted him.

"However, you don't need to worry too much. Although the name of Broken Soul Cliff is unlucky, there has never been any rumor of it being haunted by evil spirits."

"Perhaps you're just too tired and a little out of it."

"It's alright, you'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Let's end this topic.

At this point, he tentatively asked a question.

"Perhaps I can offer you some assistance; in exchange, could you do me a small favor?"