Mere Superficial Wounds

Chen Mo held the spear with both hands, twisting his waist as the steel spear suddenly thrust forward.

He could guess that the other party was definitely connected to the strange situation here. If he had a chance to interrogate him, he might get more information, and it might even allow him to figure out the gray fog.

But everything had to be based on one standard: his own survival.

If he couldn't survive, then knowing these things wouldn't matter.

So he currently had only one choice: kill the other party first.

Even a lion needs its full strength to hunt a rabbit; he couldn't hold back at all now. If the other party could survive with severe injuries, it would be lucky.

He could then interrogate him properly.

If the other party couldn't survive, then he could only blame his bad luck.

Seeing that Chen Mo still wouldn't give up, the Daoist's heart hardened, and he directly met the long spear, letting out an extremely hoarse and low growl from his throat.

The steel spear pierced through his abdomen, drawing countless amounts of blood.

The Daoist reached into his robes and took out a talisman, crushing it. Chen Mo wanted to flick it away; with his strength, doing so was extremely simple.

But the other party's body seemed to become tens or hundreds of times heavier in an instant. No matter how he tried, he couldn't budge it at all.

"Since you're seeking death, you can't blame me!" the Azure-robed Daoist said fiercely. Despite being pierced through the chest and abdomen, he acted as if he felt no pain. He simply stained his hand with his own blood and quickly formed a hand seal.

"Du Tiandao, passed down by my father, gods and spirits of the ten directions, lend me your strength!"

Wisps of blood energy surged from his body. The strange disaster refugees who had been lying in the makeshift shelters rushed towards Chen Mo like a black wind.

"Clang!" Chen Mo swung his spear, striking the disaster refugee.

It was like hitting an incredibly hard, stubborn rock. The recoil force almost made him lose his grip on the weapon.

Seeing this, the Azure-robed Daoist's lips revealed a slight smile. He seemed to have used some secret technique, as his abdominal wound stopped bleeding.

However, his complexion was slightly pale, and he sat down on the ground with difficulty. It seemed that using such a secret technique was also a considerable burden for him.

Chen Mo leaped forward, rushing directly at him. The saying goes, "To catch the thief, catch the king first."

As long as he killed the other party, even if all problems weren't solved, it would at least be better than the current situation.

The strange disaster refugee suddenly attacked Chen Mo. It had no weapon and opened its mouth to bite Chen Mo.

Chen Mo ignored it completely, pressing straight towards the Azure-robed Daoist.

"Riiip..." A large chunk of flesh and the clothes on Chen Mo's back were torn off. Fresh blood gushed out, and the remaining clothes on his back instantly stuck to his skin.

Seeing Chen Mo's reckless advance, the Azure-robed Daoist was inwardly horrified but helpless.

His control over this monster was only勉强 (barely managing). It was good enough to make it attack Chen Mo, but he couldn't control it precisely.

But now, he couldn't care about anything else. The single hand he had left reached into his abdominal wound, and he began to forcefully grab his own internal organs. Waves of pure and turbid energy intertwined on his body.

The spear had already reached his throat. Chen Mo showed no mercy, thrusting forward with all his might.

The strange disaster refugee also took this opportunity to pounce onto his back, tearing off another piece of flesh.

The spear pierced through his throat. The Azure-robed Daoist's intended actions were, after all, a step too slow.

With the Azure-robed Daoist dead, the strange disaster refugee, although still alive, was far less powerful than before.

Chen Mo twisted and swung his spear, directly smashing it to death. He took off his upper garment and began to stop the bleeding from his wounds.

The wounds on his back were extremely horrifying. Each of the two wounds was nearly half a foot long and over an inch deep. Flesh had been directly torn away, revealing the bone beneath.

If it weren't for his confidence in his recovery after Mortal Transformation, Chen Mo would never have dared to sustain such wounds in this era.

With good luck, he might recover in two to three months. With bad luck, he could even lose his life.

After hastily bandaging and stopping the bleeding, Chen Mo no longer paid attention to the wounds on his back.

He walked to the side of the Azure-robed Daoist and, enduring the pain of his back wounds tearing open, began to search the corpse.

He had seen clearly just now that the Azure-robed Daoist had taken out a talisman, and after using it, his body became many times heavier.

Not only that, after using this talisman, he was completely unaffected by his abdominal wound, and the pain repeatedly disappeared.

Moreover, his abdominal wound stopped bleeding quickly. If he hadn't reached into his abdominal cavity again, the wound might have even shown signs of healing.

This indicated that the talisman was definitely extraordinary. Obtaining it, whether he could use it or not, was valuable.

Chen Mo searched him thoroughly. He found a porcelain bottle; shaking it, it seemed to contain a few pills.

There were also two talismans. He didn't know if they were the same as the previous one, and Chen Mo didn't dare to use them rashly.

The writing on the talismans was not the common script of Great Qian, so he couldn't understand it at all.

There was also a small bag of money, containing seven or eight pieces of gold and some loose silver.

This was not a small sum.

According to Great Qian's official exchange rate, one tael of gold was equivalent to eight taels of silver.

But this was the official price; in the market, the price of gold was relatively higher.

One tael of gold could be exchanged for about eleven or twelve taels of silver, but just these few pieces of gold, when converted to silver, would be at least thirty to forty taels.

It's no wonder this Azure-robed Daoist was so wealthy; even this silk robe alone would be worth several taels of silver.

Finally, at the center of his chest, Chen Mo also found a book. This book wasn't made from paper pulp but seemed to be crafted from the leather of some kind of animal.

The material felt quite fine to the touch, with a very unique texture.

Chen Mo didn't have the energy to examine the book and instead dragged the Daoist's corpse away.

He wasn't sure if people who died in this area would continuously revive, like the disaster refugees in the makeshift shelter.

After struggling forward for over ten zhang, Chen Mo finally saw Ma Cai's figure.

His full-burst speed was too fast; those new recruits couldn't possibly keep up.

Not to mention, a comrade had previously been killed by the Azure-robed Daoist's arm piercing through his chest, which had clearly had a huge impact on them.

That Ma Cai hadn't frozen in place or fled in all directions, but was still thinking of supporting him, was already beyond Chen Mo's expectations.

"Mo-ge, are you okay, Mo-ge!" Ma Cai's face was pale as he scrambled over.

"Did you bring any medicine?" Chen Mo asked.

He first shook his head, then nodded. "I brought a packet of Jinchuang powder." It seemed the series of encounters he'd just experienced had indeed had quite an impact on him.

"Quick, use it on me." Chen Mo pulled open the wound on his back and then lay down on the ground.

"That Azure-robed Daoist is dead!" Ma Cai took out the powder and then saw the corpse not far away.

He couldn't help but be astonished. That Azure-robed demon was so terrifying, yet Mo-ge could still kill him, which was proof of his extraordinary strength.

"Yes, stop talking nonsense and hurry up and apply the medicine!" Chen Mo urged.

Seeing the wound on Chen Mo's back, Ma Cai couldn't help but gasp, the wound was truly horrifying.

"Mo-ge, are you alright?" After sprinkling the powder, he carefully asked.

"Don't worry, I've trained in martial arts. This is just a flesh wound, nothing serious." Chen Mo's voice was still full of vigor.

This wound, on him, truly wasn't anything major.

Even though the powder was applied to him, it would still have an effect. The injury Chen Mo sustained this time was also much more severe than when he fought the blood monkey.

Even though he had undergone another Mortal Transformation, it would likely not be easy for this wound to heal.

"Never mind the rest, let's go first." Chen Mo called out.

Ma Cai, however, remained frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief. Chen Mo followed his gaze and looked back.