The voice of the Commandant of the Sili disappeared.

The lesson that needed to be conveyed to posterity by the Xiuyue Ren (Moon Repairers) was complete.

Wei Yuan was briefly lost in thought, then immediately felt a sense of tension.

The Painted Skin calamity had caused at least a hundred people to have their flesh devoured, leaving behind empty human skins!

And that was in ancient times, when there were cultivators.

If such a demon were to run rampant in modern times, after a long period of mysterious disappearance, it would certainly cause a threat far greater than that of that era. At that moment, Wei Yuan suddenly realized that the street in front of him, which had seemed distant and unreal compared to his existence, suddenly became real.

He found himself in front of the Liu family mansion.

In front of him was the Tian family woman, with the same appearance as he remembered, and the seemingly innocent child.

Behind him were hundreds of Painted Skin slaves.

If Wei Yuan had just been a passerby and an observer, and the surroundings were like a painting, now he had entered the painting.

Wei Yuan looked around, feeling the clear hostility, and sighed, drawing his sword.

Moon Dew Reflection, Sumeru Illusion. Since there was such a useful thing, the Commandant of the Sili would obviously not waste it.

While passing on experience to the younger generation, wouldn't it also be a good thing to add a bloody battle experience?

It was just that the good intentions of the predecessors were a little out of place for Wei Yuan. Perhaps the Commandants of the Sili, who had been influential throughout history and had suppressed the supernatural to the point of suffocation, had never imagined that a descendant even inferior to a Demon Catcher Envoy would obtain the Crouching Tiger Waist Tag.

Faced with these two Painted Skins and the luxurious lineup of hundreds of Painted Skin slaves, Wei Yuan's Eight-Sided Han Sword in his palm suddenly slashed horizontally, while his body rolled back in a wretched manner. When he got up, the blade slashed wildly, using the so-called ground-rolling saber technique, his eyes quickly scanning the environment, looking for a way to retreat.

During this period, he often drove the Qijia Army's military soul, wanting to learn the latter's life-and-death battle experience. Although he was still not as good as them, he had learned a lot. At least if he was thrown onto an ancient battlefield, he could come back alive without being too unlucky.

Fighting against many enemies on the battlefield was absolutely unwise.

Control the rhythm, create distance.

Pay attention to your back, and don't give the opponent a chance to surround you.

You can face multiple enemies, but try to avoid the disadvantage of being attacked simultaneously.

One by one, the experiences that were originally just words were quickly verified in actual combat. The Eight-Sided Han Sword in his hand also became more and more fierce and concise. Wei Yuan was also grateful in his heart that the opponents in this Moon Dew Reflection were all humanoid demons. Otherwise, the skills of the veteran fighting on the battlefield might not be useful.

Under the constant rapid movement, fighting and retreating, Wei Yuan killed three Painted Skin slaves in the encirclement, and he didn't remember how many he had wounded. It was just that those Painted Skin slaves were like puppets, unaware of pain, and only attacked him. In the end, Wei Yuan was still pinned down, and his sword was knocked away.

Wei Yuan was still struggling when a white shadow flashed past.

The Painted Skin pounced on him with astonishing speed.

Wei Yuan bit the tip of his tongue, and the blood from the tip of his tongue spurted out, the Commandant of the Sili's extremely Yang blood. The surrounding Painted Skin slaves screamed and retreated. The Painted Skin Tian family woman was also sprayed on the face, making a shrill cry. Wei Yuan pulled out the short sword tied to the side of the Commandant's uniform, rolled back on the ground, and at the same time, held the sword in his backhand and slashed horizontally.

The feeling of the blade cutting through the skin was extremely clear.

Wei Yuan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then he felt a sharp pain.

The short sword in his palm had already cut off the Tian family woman's head.

But it was useless.

The Tian family woman spread her arms and hugged his neck. Her soft body clung to him tightly. Her ribs were like white swords, piercing through her own skin, piercing through Wei Yuan's chest, piercing his heart, lungs, and stabbing out from his back. Then, one by one, they retracted, as if they were about to return to normal.

Crack, crack.

Wei Yuan's spine was pierced and broken by these other eight ribs.

His consciousness went black.

………………

The real world.

Wei Yuan groaned, took half a step back, and covered his forehead. The stinging sensation slowly subsided after a long while. At this time, he finally remembered a question that he had been neglecting all along.

The Painted Skin was just a means for the Tian family woman to hide her identity. Her true form was a Bone Woman.

A woman who had been humiliated and bullied during her lifetime died with hatred, and a breath of resentment remained.

It was just that the identity of the Painted Skin had been too well-known all along, which had made Wei Yuan ignore this point. Just now, he had found the way of the Painted Skin in the Moon Dew Reflection Illusion. Even if it weren't for the Moon Dew Reflection being able to leave the experience of his predecessors for future generations to consult, he would probably have suffered a great loss when facing the re-awakened Tian family woman.

Wei Yuan smiled wryly.

This was probably the so-called blind spot.

So the inheritance of experience is really important.

The Moon Dew Reflection had ended, and there were two remaining merits. To open it once would require consuming another merit.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes and thought about the battle he had just experienced. The Tian family woman's methods were, one, driving the Painted Skin slaves, and the other, the Bone Woman's bone spurs.

As for the former, he didn't know how many Painted Skin slaves like Fang Cheng there were in Spring City.

The latter focused on being strange and unpredictable, and difficult to defend against.

Wei Yuan looked at the remaining two merits.

After thinking about it, he flipped through the things that he could exchange with his current cultivation and merits.

First of all, he needed a nimble attack method to deal with the Bone Woman's unpredictable bone spurs. On the other hand, he also needed a tracking talisman that could lock onto the Bone Woman at close range, so as to prevent her from escaping again. The talisman was quickly selected. After the merits dissipated, the Crouching Tiger Waist Tag emitted high heat.

Dragon Tiger Mountain - Thousand Mile Tracking Talisman.

With just a wisp of a ghost's aura, those with great supernatural powers can track it for thousands of miles, making it impossible to escape.

With Wei Yuan's cultivation, he could only detect the aura of demons and ghosts within ten miles.

The Crouching Tiger Waist Tag directly gave Wei Yuan the method of making the talisman.

As for the other one, Wei Yuan chose a dual-sword swordsmanship, belonging to the category of magic swords, used to slay demons and eliminate evil. It was passed down from Zhang Daoling, the first Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain. It was an introductory method of the Male and Female Dragon Tiger Sword Art, including footwork derived from the Daoist Yubu (Yu Steps), dual-sword swordsmanship, and ghost-slaying techniques, known as the Xuanyuan Sword Art.

Because it was just casually created by Zhang Daoling for his disciples to practice, as a preparation for advanced demon-subduing magic.

The first Celestial Master's casual creation was quite simple, which determined that this swordsmanship only required one merit.

The Crouching Tiger Waist Tag dropped something similar to a talisman into Wei Yuan's palm, which contained the cultivation experience of the Xuanyuan Sword Art. With the [Exorcism] supernatural power as a trend, he could skillfully use the Xuanyuan Sword Art, but this thing would gradually dissipate, lasting at most for a month, just to assist the Commandant of the Sili in mastering the method as soon as possible.

Wei Yuan shook his hand, the Eight-Sided Han Sword in his right hand, and the ghost soldier broken sword in his left hand.

The two swords were unsheathed, and he stepped forward.

He thrust out his sword.

The Xuanyuan Sword Art was as easy to use as an arm. The long sword was sharp and swift, and the short sword was thick and domineering. The offensive was continuous, and the footwork was matched. For a time, he only felt that the room was full of cold light, which made people's bones chill. Suddenly, he withdrew, and the sharp sword light dissipated completely. The two swords returned to their sheaths.

Wei Yuan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

He pushed the door open.

………………

The Qijia Army's military soul was guarding outside the door.

Wei Yuan asked, and he scratched his head, only answering:

"There was a sudden murderous aura in the adult's room, and I was a little worried."

Murderous aura?

Wei Yuan was slightly stunned, and then recalled that he had been killed by the Bone Woman in the illusion just now. It should have been at that time.

He nodded and said, "Thank you."

Then he found the female painter who died from poison, used the Exorcism technique to gather her on his palm, and while the memory was still clear enough, he found a few pens and quickly drew a painting on white paper. It was a beautiful ancient woman with slightly upturned eyes and a beauty mole at the corner of her eye, with gold hairpin hair and a graceful appearance.

It was exactly what the Tian family woman originally looked like.

Wei Yuan's expression was solemn. In the illusion, Tian had been constantly repairing her face until the very end, and she had also lost her identity during her lifetime. The Bone Woman was the demon that her life's obsession and unwillingness had turned into, attached to her corpse.

With deep obsession, she must have an incomprehensible obsession with this face.

Through this, perhaps he could do some guarding and waiting.

Spring City has seven million people, and he didn't know how many looked similar to this woman.

The Water Ghost leaned his head over, smacked his lips, and said:

"Master, is this big sister your lover? She's really good-looking..."

Wei Yuan patted the Water Ghost on the body, pushing him away, and said:

"Lover?"

"This woman's lovers are probably left with no bones, and their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys have been torn apart, leaving only a human skin. Why don't you try it? Perhaps because you are both ghosts and monsters, she won't嫌弃you?"

"Ghost?!"

The Water Ghost shivered, smiled awkwardly, and quickly retreated.

Wei Yuan took out his mobile phone, unlocked it, and saw a video push, slightly stunned. He originally wanted to swipe it away directly, but he saw the Zhang man he had met twice today. After thinking about it, he opened the video and saw a live broadcast room. The thin man was facing a pile of greasy meat dishes, completely focused, and eating heartily.

He didn't say any exaggerated words, he was just eating, constantly eating.

But just this simple action conveyed a message.

It's fragrant, and he's very hungry.

The Water Ghost next to him couldn't help but swallow.

Even a ghost was hungry watching this live broadcast.

The popularity and popularity of the live broadcast room were also constantly rising.

It seemed that his days were turning around...

Wei Yuan looked at the avatar of the live broadcast room, a bright smiling face of a little girl, smiled, ignored the Water Ghost's swallowing expression and reluctance, cut out of the live broadcast room, and then dialed Zhou Yi's phone number.

"Hello, is this Officer Zhou?"

"I think I have a way to find that Painted Skin."