The Evil Beauty I Met Chapter 2

The thirty miles could only be covered on foot, not to mention that he was carrying a person on his back, so the pace was naturally very slow.

Fortunately, the man was not very heavy, probably because he was burned to a dry body, so it was very easy to carry him.

The road was clean and there was not even a snake, insect, rat or ant to be seen.

And the place they are going to is also very eye-catching.

Thirty miles away, Ethan could see a giant tower standing in the southeast direction, reaching the sky, shining with golden light. Looking around, only there were traces of human intervention.

Even without the shadow's instructions, Ethan would definitely choose to go there.

There is no daylight in the wilderness, the sky is dark, like the pus on an old man's eyes. It must have rained a lot here, the rain has just stopped, the sky is dark, the trees are lush, and the green tide is rippling.

Ethan trudged through the woods carrying a dying, charred corpse on his back.

But it was too quiet around, so quiet that it made people feel scared, so Ethan simply started whistling.

The whistle was so clear that it seemed to penetrate into the wet rocks.

He played an ancient tune very smoothly, and then praised himself sincerely: "You played it very well."

The person behind him moved slightly, and a stream of hot air blew on his neck.

...seems to be laughing.

But when Ethan turned around, his head was resting quietly on his back, not moving.

Maybe it's an illusion.

After passing through the woods, rugged hills began to appear one after another. Ethan's legs were weak from walking and he was so exhausted that he simply found a dry cave and crawled into it.

There was a moss-covered rock in the cave. Ethan wanted to put the man down against the rock, but he found that his arms seemed to be stiff, and he had used all his strength to circle his neck, leaving him only a little space to breathe.

It would have been fine if Ethan didn't put him down. If he planned to put him down, he would easily be strangled to death by him if he was not careful.

Ethan was quite helpless, but he didn't dare to pat his body, for fear of accidentally shaking off his fragile arms and legs: "Hey, wake up. Can you wake up?"

The person behind him squirmed.

Ethan said: "Let's rest here for a while. Let me go."

The person behind him loosened his curled arms a little bit with difficulty, but did not really let go of Ethan. Instead, he clutched the corner of his clothes tightly.

His voice was still hoarse and horrible after being burned: "...Are you leaving?"

Although this face was so terrifying, Ethan was quite calm inside.

On the one hand, he had just had a close combat with the monster, and his face was splattered with blood, so now he looked at everything calmly.

On the other hand, in the wilderness full of monsters, a monster that basically maintains a human form does not seem so scary.

Ethan placed the man on a rock, then carefully took off his coat and wrapped it around him, saying, "...I won't leave."

The man's burned eyes looked straight at Ethan and asked weakly: "Why did you save me?"

Ethan tucked his clothes into his pocket and said, "Why so many whys?"

He murmured, "What if I die on your back?"

Ethan thought it was quite funny: "Of course I'll carry you home. Would I abandon you on the way?"

Then he stood up and said, "There is a river outside. I will go get some water. Don't pull your clothes down, or you will cry out in pain if you tear your skin."

The man grabbed the clothes that Ethan had wrapped around him like a puppy: "...it doesn't hurt."

After Ethan left, he grabbed Ethan's sleeve and sniffed greedily.

Pieces of flesh fell off his body as he was pulled, but he seemed not to feel the pain at all.

He called out softly, "Brother, Brother."

Ethan walked out of the cave and squatted by the river. There was still a lingering sense of unreality in his heart.

He squatted down and tried to wash the blood off his hands, but the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, becoming unbearable.

Ethan's knees suddenly went weak and he leaned over the river bank and retched several times, but nothing came out.

He wiped his mouth, lay down by the river, looked up at the wild green sky, and reached out to touch his waist.

The dagger that was said to be imbued with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was still there, reminding Ethan of his unfinished task.

Ethan did not notice that a snake head as big as a winnowing basket slowly swam out from the woods dozens of feet away from him.

Only a complete snake head was left of the snake, and its trunk was just a skeleton with only some rotten flesh hanging on.

The snake silently spit out its bright red tongue towards Ethan and moved its jaw.

Its jaws opened wide enough to bite off Ethan's entire head.

Ethan was unconscious and just lay there in a daze.

The snake approached Ethan step by step, but stopped when it was only ten feet away from him.

After a moment, it seemed to smell something terrible, turned its head and fled madly, its snake bones sweeping across the gray ground, making sharp scraping sounds.

When Ethan heard the unusual noise, he immediately reached for the dagger at his waist. At the same time, he stood up and looked back. There was nothing behind him except for some strange traces that meandered all the way to the edge of the forest and disappeared.

......Hold.

Ethan judged that this was not a place to stay for long, so he swiftly picked a broad leaf from a tree by the river, washed it with water, rolled it up simply, and filled it with a little water.

While filling the tank with water, he accidentally caught a glimpse of his own reflection on the surface of the water.

Even though he knew this place was dangerous, Ethan still couldn't help but spend some time there.

This face is really good-looking, with a slender figure and the air of a chivalrous and famous man. When the face is still, it is fine; but when it moves, it looks lively and energetic. The eyes, eyebrows, mouth and nose are all in line with the word "handsome".

Perhaps it was because his temperament was too noble and solemn, and there was a teardrop mole on the left corner of his eye. When Ethan frowned, one could actually see a bit of abstinence and coldness in his face.

Ethan thought, God actually gave this face to a chatterbox like him, what a waste of God's gift.

As Ethan was sighing, the big snake that had slid back into the woods was rolling silently and painfully on the ground.

------Its joints were being broken one by one by some strange force, with loud sounds, just like a piece of grass being broken.

When Ethan returned to the cave, he found that the black shadow had sat up and was fiddling with a piece of dry grass in his hand.

Starting from the tail end, the dry grass had been broken into several pieces by him.

As he folded the pieces, he counted: "...five, six, seven..."

Seeing Ethan coming back, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at Ethan.

......mysteriously well-behaved.

Seeing that he was in good spirits, Ethan gave him some water and urged him, "Let's go quickly. Something is not right here."

The black shadow nodded, put down the broken weeds in his hand, and stretched out his arms, his meaning clear.

......have to memorize.

Ethan looked at him and said, "I don't think you're seriously injured. Get up and walk."

The black shadow didn't move, just looked up at Ethan.

Ethan confronted him for a few seconds, unmoved: "Get up."

The black shadow still had his arms outstretched, his chin slightly retracted, and he looked extremely aggrieved.

Ethan faced the man's burnt face and persisted for a moment, frowning impatiently: "......Tsk."

When they came out of the cave again, the black shadow was still lying on Ethan's back, wrapped in Ethan's outer robe.

Ethan rolled up his trouser legs and waded to the other side. The black shadow turned around, looked at the dense forest, and smiled coldly.

The bone snake fell in the woods, its bones twisted into a ball of mud, and the ground was covered with traces of its struggle.

It fell in the weeds, already dead.

A group of bean-sized ants swarmed out of the nest and cut the bone snake into pieces in a short while.

What's strange is that when they passed by the footprints in the forest that Ethan had just left, they were so afraid to avoid them that they just went around them, as if a terrible beast had just passed by there.

The journey of thirty miles without saying a word was a bit boring. Ethan spent more than twenty miles sorting out the original owner's memories, and found that most of them were scattered details, and there was not a single complete fragment. Even the appearance of Marcus was vague.

Ethan felt strange at first, but then he thought it made sense. This memory was taken from a dead person, so it was not surprising that there were some ominous points.

Now the only thing he knew was that Marcus had a cinnabar mole in the center of his forehead.

To kill Marcus, you must strike from there.

Out of boredom, Ethan took the initiative to talk to the person on his back: "How did you get injured?"

The man croaked, "...someone plotted against me."

Ethan asked again: "How long have you been in the wilderness?"

He said: "I don't remember. It feels like a hundred years."

Ethan thought he was joking and went straight to the point: "Do you know Marcus?"

The shadow was silent for a moment: "Why are you looking for him?"

Ethan was surprised to find a way and replied: "He is my junior fellow apprentice..."

Just as the black shadow was about to say something, they both suddenly heard a loud noise in the distance, and a wave of spiritual power carrying hot wind swept over, almost knocking Ethan to the ground.

The source of the loud noise was from the direction of the giant tower in the southeast.

The black shadow showed a rare look of anxiety and pushed Ethan's shoulder: "That's the place, go! Go!"

According to Ethan's personality, he would immediately turn around and run to the northwest, the faster the better, and never run into that bad luck. But when he thought that Marcus might be there, Ethan simply gritted his teeth and ran towards the direction of the tower.

The closer they got to the center of the battle, the more Ethan felt the person on his back became anxious.

Similarly, the closer he got to the edge of the giant tower, the more inexplicable feeling of oppression made Ethan feel breathless.

The first person who entered Ethan's sight was a young man standing on a cliff, with a terrifying iron ghost mask covering the upper half of his face. He was at a high place, with his black clothes fluttering, like a crow, and a dazzling purple light flashed on his palms.

…But this is a small crow.

Ethan remembered this person, and he had appeared in his own storybook. He was a subordinate of Marcus, a ghost cultivator, and was proficient in the art of controlling ghosts.

But Ethan didn't have time to give him a name.

To be precise, in the entire storybook, Ethan only gave a name to Marcus.

In Ethan's conception, the world is divided into four paths: human cultivation, demon cultivation, ghost cultivation, and devil cultivation. Among them, only the human cultivation path is recognized as the right path and has the ability to command the three realms.

The so-called demon cultivators are the essence of heaven and earth that is born from objects, and are transformed from the cultivation of animals and plants.

The so-called ghost cultivation is based on the principle that "all living things must die and return to the earth after death". It can control ghosts and corpses.

As for human cultivators and demon cultivators, they are both human beings, but they go their separate ways. Human cultivators cultivate the Tao and their minds, and they focus on steady progress and natural development; demon cultivators cultivate their bones and skin, and they focus on raging fire and boiling oil to captivate people.

Those trapped in the wilderness are all demons and monsters, as well as cultivators who have made mistakes and fallen into evil ways.

Ethan looked far away and saw several ragged ghosts flying up and down like shuttles, each holding a sharp blade and fighting fiercely with the enemies.

On their foreheads, there were flashing lavender cloud patterns of the same color as the one on the palms of the ghost-faced young man.

The young man with a ghost face was on a high place. Although he was dressed in black, he was too conspicuous. Soon, a sharp arrow was aimed at his chest and flew straight towards him like lightning.

When the arrow was still more than ten feet away from him, a nine-turn tasseled spear more than half a foot long suddenly appeared in front of him and collided with the tip of the arrow.

The two blades collided, drawing an arc, and the spear split the arrowhead in the middle!

Afterwards, a phantom floated in front of the ghost-faced young man, and gradually a figure emerged.

The figure grabbed the end of the spear and shook his wrist, causing the spear to draw a complete arc of light in the air.

He was an extremely handsome young man, but unfortunately there was a little lavender cloud pattern between his eyebrows.

......This shows that he is just a dead soul.

He temporarily left the fierce battle below, turned around and looked at the short young man wearing a ghost mask, leaned down, k!ssed the tip of his nose on the mask, and said with a smile: "...Why are you so careless? You don't know how to hide."

The ghost-faced young man was startled, feeling ashamed and annoyed: "Noah, get off right now!"

He pinched his fingertips, purple light floated, and the young man with the gun fell off the cliff uncontrollably, staggering several times in the air before he stood firm.

The young man with a ghost face touched the tip of his nose, bit his plump lips, and turned down the corners of his mouth, as if he was sulking.

Ethan heard the shadow behind him sigh sincerely: "...Not bad."

Ethan asked him: "What should we do now?"

The black shadow whistled towards the sky.

Ethan didn't know what he was doing. Just as he was about to ask him, a skeleton suddenly emerged from behind a huge rock, scaring Ethan so much that he almost choked.

It was a female skeleton, her body was clean without a trace of flesh, but she still had a head of black hair, which was neatly tied up and tied with a long light blue ribbon.

When she first saw the charred body, she was surprised and asked, "You just went out to relax, how did you end up like this?"

The shadow did not answer, but asked coldly: "What's going on?"

The bone girl stretched out her bony right hand, which was only a skeleton left, and placed it on the black shadow's charred left wrist. She said, "It's the one that sealed the mountain."

The shadow sneered: "...you don't know your own limitations."

The bones of the Bone Girl began to glow with a light green light, pushing waves of light into the black shadow's body: "I will heal your wounds first. ... You don't have to worry. Even if you don't come back, Quinn Qu and Noah  Zhou can still win."

Hearing this conversation, Ethan felt that something was strange, but the collision of treasures and the screams and howls disturbed his thoughts. He didn't think about it anymore and popped his head out from their hiding place.

In the melee, it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe. Everyone was in tattered clothes and looked haggard. If one had to say something different, it would be that she was probably a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

She was very thin, and her brown shorts were torn to shreds. Her sleeves were rolled up above her elbows, revealing her slender wrists as white as snow.

In stark contrast to all this was the sword she held in each hand. The swords were made of bronze, and if held upright, they would not be much shorter than her height. However, she could easily swing them with one hand and cut off the opponent's neck with one leap.

There were several streaks of blood on her face, which made her look even more pale and fragile.

Just as the Bone Girl said, the group of people who came to attack the giant tower quickly retreated like a tide, dragging their weapons and armor away.

The girl clasped her two swords together, put them back into the scabbards on her back that formed a cross, and rushed after him.

Ethan was anxious, and he immediately jumped out from his hiding place and shouted, "Don't chase me!"

The battle took place in an empty valley, and his voice echoed in layers.

The girl turned around when she heard the voice and saw a strange man. She was surprised and tilted her head slightly.

The young man with a ghost face standing on the cliff also looked in the direction of the sound. The purple light on his palm suddenly disappeared, and the talisman that he used to control the ghosts and was floating in the air fell to the ground with a snap.

He murmured, "...Senior Brother Xu?"

The girl was not afraid of him and shouted, "Why don't you chase them? They are obviously running away!"

Ethan pointed in the direction they left: "The flags were not down, and the formation was not disrupted when they fled. Have you ever seen such an orderly escape?"

The girl was stunned, not knowing whether she should chase after him.

The bone girl who had just treated Black Shadow looked at Ethan dully, her skeleton creaking and shaking.

"Listen to him."

A rather cold command voice came from behind Ethan.

Ethan looked back and was immediately stunned.

The black shadow's burnt-dried body stretched out, and its extremely dehydrated body grew rapidly, and its height soon surpassed Ethan.

He was like a butterfly that had just emerged from its cocoon, shedding its charred skin and rotten flesh to reveal its true self.

His skin was extremely white, so white that it seemed to be glowing. He probably only fit the latter two descriptions of the so-called "attractive male beauty". He had a misty, lazy and languid look all over his body, but it was not annoying. The corners of his eyes were slightly tilted upwards, and the tails of his eyes were stained with a natural red color.

He wrapped his body completely with Ethan's outer robe, but it made him look more charming than if he was wearing nothing at all, and nothing was hidden that should be hidden.

Ethan looked at his face for only a moment, but he couldn't take his eyes off his groin.

......Hold.

This person looks like a pretty girl, and her penis is bigger than mine.

Ethan thought about it for a long time before he realized that he had just lost something very important.

......There seems to be a very beautiful cinnabar mole between this person's eyebrows.

Ethan looked up and met a pair of peach blossom eyes.

The owner of the peach blossom eyes and cinnabar mole just stared at Ethan, his eyes were like a deep pool, both alluring and possessive, as if he wanted to drown the person in front of him: "Brother, Marcus has been waiting for you for so many years, and you finally came to find me."