Life Spirit Compendium Function! (Three Updates, Begging for Monthly Tickets!)

Life Spirit Compendium Function! (Three Updates, Begging for Monthly Tickets!~)

Rain wove a gray web through the night.

The Life Spirit gnawed at bones atop the streetlamp, constantly making crisp cracking sounds.

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath and switched off the Alertness that kept sending danger signals.

He completely suppressed the feeling that he would die if he stopped running.

From childhood onward,

he had gotten into plenty of fights he couldn't win but had insisted on fighting anyway.

For example, when the people he had beaten in group fights called over a burly school bully to stand up for them.

Usually, when faced with a gap in strength,

there was only one thing he could do.

Fight for his life!!

As long as the other side could feel pain too,

if he took three punches but managed to bite the other person once, they would eventually become afraid as well.

Now

was the time to fight for his life.

The standoff did not last long.

When Ying Kai was completely digested inside that lump of flesh,

the Life Spirit leaped down from the streetlamp. The Umbilical Flesh Mass suddenly shot out dozens of purple-black blood vessels, tearing through the curtain of rain like venomous snakes and stabbing toward him.

Fang Qingyu's pupils contracted sharply. He retreated half a step, twisted his waist, and swung his hips, his soles grinding fan-shaped splashes from the wet blue bricks.

Baji Quan's "Small Entanglement" released force and knocked three blood vessels aside.

Foul, sticky fluid splashed onto his collar and corroded it, sending up wisps of green smoke.

"Come on!!"

The pain exploded into a battle cry from Fang Qingyu's throat.

His right elbow continued forward like a heavy hammer, smashing two incoming blood vessels apart.

Then he charged straight ahead, his left hand forming a claw as he seized the Life Spirit's wrist and bent it backward at the joint.

Yet it felt like he had grabbed oil-soaked rubber—slick and impossible to apply force against.

Seeing this, the Life Spirit suddenly widened the maw split all the way to its breastbone, and a purple-black mass of flesh gushed from its throat!

Fang Qingyu fell backward, his head skimming past the mass of flesh with his occiput almost brushing the ground.

The instant he sprang up by driving force through his waist and abdomen, his right foot stomped down and exploded the pooled water. His Ding Xin Elbow slammed into the Life Spirit's chest like a cannonball.

Bang—

The impact sounded nothing like a blow against flesh.

The Life Spirit did not move an inch. Instead, the Umbilical Flesh Mass suddenly began twitching violently.

Dozens of new blood vessels burst from its body.

Fang Qingyu's left arm was instantly pierced by three bloody holes.

Blood mixed with rainwater and spread through his sleeve.

The agony instead made the Dragon Hibernation Breath state even clearer.

"Again."

Although he had been injured, Fang Qingyu's condition grew increasingly frenzied.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, then tore open his bloodstained shirt.

He activated Bloodrage directly!!

Threads of blood began winding around his body.

His muscles tightened in the rain like bowstrings, and Baji Quan shifted into its most violent stance.

Seeing the Life Spirit's Umbilical Flesh Mass suddenly shrink to the size of a fist, with all its blood vessels retracting to gather strength,

Fang Qingyu suddenly stepped forward and stamped the ground, sending up a three-foot curtain of water.

Then he deliberately crashed into the densest cluster of blood vessels.

At the instant three sharp teeth pierced through his right shoulder blade, his left hand stabbed straight into the Umbilical Flesh Mass's core like a steel awl.

"Tie Shan Kao!!"

Explosive force erupted within the span of an inch.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared across the surface of the mass of flesh, and the Life Spirit let out its first shriek, like the wail of an infant.

Taking advantage of the opening, Fang Qingyu spun and twisted apart the blood vessels impaling his shoulder. His bloodstained right hand formed a blade with two fingers and viciously gouged into the cracks.

"Die for me!!"

Viscous black blood gushed out.

Countless blood vessels were dragged toward the sky beneath the dim lamplight.

Foul-smelling fluid scattered onto the ground.

But Fang Qingyu still did not stop.

His eyes now held nothing but the endless blood vessels inside the mass of flesh.

There was only one thought in his mind.

As long as he tore out all the blood vessels, he could live!!!

"Tsk, tsk."

Not far away, two people leaned against the wall, raised their phones to record, and repeatedly shook their heads as they watched the scene.

"He didn't learn the Contemplation Method, yet he tore apart the Umbilical Evil with his bare hands. Whose promising student is this?"

"No idea."

The other person shook his head.

Fang Qingyu was not wearing martial hall clothing, and Baji Quan was the same in every major martial hall.

Just from these few moves, they really could not tell.

"Let's go. Going out now won't count as stealing the credit."

Only after seeing that the Umbilical Evil had been completely torn to pieces did the two of them emerge from the darkness.

"Hello, you're safe now."

The two of them apparently knew Fang Qingyu's current condition. They did not approach rashly, instead standing far away and greeting him while taking out their identification cards.

"We're from the Regulatory Bureau."

Fang Qingyu turned his bloodshot eyes toward them. Only after hearing those familiar words did he slowly let out a breath.

He set down the remains in his hands.

Then he silently retreated to the side.

Seeing this, the two exchanged a glance, and one of them stepped forward.

"I'm Song Ming from the Brahma Martial Hall. You're safe now. The ambulance will be here soon, so you can rest easy."

Only after hearing the words "martial hall" did Fang Qingyu raise his head.

His voice was hoarse.

"What the hell was that thing?"

"Your martial hall will explain it to you later. The ambulance is here, so go get treated first."

Song Ming paused. Fortunately, the sound of an ambulance rang out from the alley entrance at that moment, and he hurriedly continued,

"A group of people in white coats rushed in."

At a glance, they saw Fang Qingyu covered in blood.

They quickly lifted him onto a stretcher and carried him back to the ambulance.

Only then did Song Ming let out a breath.

He had almost made a mistake.

Then he looked toward Old Chen nearby.

"How is it? Did you put the thing away?"

"Yeah. What are you planning?"

Old Chen squatted in the pile of flesh, put on gloves, and took out a small round bead. He eyed Song Ming warily.

"What's with that look? Even if I were greedy, would I steal from someone in our martial hall?"

Song Ming rolled his eyes at him.

Ding-dong~

At that moment, his phone happened to ring.

Song Ming took it out and glanced at the screen.

Private messages from Zheng Lin and Qin Hui were rapidly appearing.

"He's my student!!"

"Where is he??"

"Is he all right??"

"Where are you??"

Song Ming's mouth twitched. He hurriedly typed a reply to the two of them.

"He's been sent to the hospital. You can go there directly."

"Whose student is he?"

Seeing Song Ming's expression, Old Chen asked curiously.

"I nearly saw a ghost. He's Zheng the Ruthless and Poison Tongue's student."

Song Ming patted his chest, still somewhat shaken.

"Oh, it's him."

Old Chen nodded thoughtfully.

Song Ming hurriedly asked, "You know him??"

Old Chen wore a strange expression. "Of course I do. Zheng Lin shows off that student of hers in the group every day. You didn't know?"

Song Ming took out his phone and opened the group. He instantly broke down.

"She blocked me!!?"

Meanwhile,

Fang Qingyu lay in the ambulance.

Only now did he suddenly notice the intense pain throughout his body.

That thing's mucus had corrosive effects, and he had no idea how much of it had gotten on him.

In any case, he had charged straight in and fought it head-on.

A genuine fight for his life.

He had not considered the consequences at all.

But fortunately,

he had survived.

Watching the doctors busy themselves around him, Fang Qingyu finally relaxed and looked at the compendium before him.

If he remembered correctly,

the compendium had also quietly changed when he killed the Life Spirit.

The newest page read:

Congratulations, you killed Life Spirit Evil and unlocked the Life Spirit Compendium function!

The instant he finished reading those words,

the page seemed to have ink splashed across it.

The ink spread from the bottom of the page, first outlining the twisted shape of an umbilical cord and drawing swollen gray-white feet, followed by calves covered in centipede-like suture lines.

When the ink climbed to the waist, foul-smelling water suddenly seeped from the paper.

The Umbilical Flesh Mass slowly took shape within the damp marks, dozens of purple-black blood vessels crawling across the page like living snakes.

The most horrifying part was the middle.

A huge, vertically torn mouth occupied most of the page, its hooked baby teeth seemingly piercing through the paper and jutting outward.

When the ink drawing finished,

lines of text began appearing below.

Life Spirit Evil recorded. Reward: 1 skill point.

Resentful Infant Type-Child Symbiotic Type

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