Phantom-Grown Limb

No?

A Fu's face was slightly oily, but his smile remained unchanged. He said, "I must have been mistaken."

Zhou Yang chuckled and said, "You should still look around some more. Don't let me leave and then you claim something's missing from your house and accuse me of stealing it."

He then pointed to the pile of iron blocks in the corner and said, "This is the work I did this morning."

"Following the old rules, some iron ingots were smelted first."

"I used some scrap iron slag to make a sheet of iron."

Zhou Yang then pointed to the piece of metal behind the stool.

A Fu didn't look at the things Zhou Yang was pointing to; his gaze was glued to Zhou Yang Zhou Yang, staring at him intently for a long time until Zhou Yang felt uneasy. Only then did he say, "Let's forge the iron."

As he spoke, A Fu went into the house and headed straight for the iron stove.

He picked up a pair of iron tongs, clamped a hoe between them, and threw it into the fire to heat it.

Zhou Yang followed behind him, her heart pounding wildly.

The conversation between A Fu and him happened suddenly in a short period of time, and ordinary people would not be able to respond effectively.

In no time, A Fu would figure out his secrets.

But while Zhou Yang was talking to A Fu, his thoughts were racing.

Every word A Fu said was carefully considered by him countless times!

Even when A Fu questioned him about why he was wandering around inside and outside his house, he immediately seized on the loophole in the other person's words.

Throughout the morning, he did just as much work as he was supposed to do, and in fact, he did even more than usual.

A Fu, however, claimed that he hadn't worked properly.

This suggests that A Fu most likely had no idea what Zhou Yang had done that morning.

His questioning at the time was entirely to bluff Zhou Yang.

"Although A Fu was staring at me the whole time, his gaze almost never lingered on my clothes."

"Even he couldn't see the trickery behind the paper clothes Ding Ling made for me?"

At this moment, Zhou Yang even paid attention to some details.

The paper clothes could make the ghosts slightly regard Zhou Yang as one of their own, which was equivalent to providing Zhou Yang with a layer of protection.

It has other uses, which Zhou Yang will explore later.

Now that even A Fu couldn't see through the trick of his paper clothes, he made up his mind that he would never take them off unless they needed to be repaired.

Clang!

A Fu, holding the red-hot iron block, tossed it onto the anvil.

The iron block clanged and tumbled, sparks flying towards Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang took a few steps back and looked up at A Fu.

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just a stinking carcass."

"During the Revelation Ceremony, it's always necessary to uncover the truth and show it to everyone."

A Fu smiled maliciously, picked up the large hammer next to the anvil, and struck the anvil.

Zhou Yang ignored him, picked up the sledgehammer, and walked to the anvil.

"We need to use breathing techniques."

"Without you, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up—"

The A Fu we know now is the A Fu talks an unusually lot.

As he spoke, countless dark ant holes suddenly opened up on his taut, oily skin, emitting a mournful wail!

"Ughhhhhh"

The Ghost Mouth stirred up the air currents, which rushed towards Zhou Yang.

The Ghost Mouth grew all over Zhou Yang's body also began to stir restlessly.

At this moment, Zhou Yang only needs to slightly shift his Mindfulness to suppress the restless Ghost Mouth around him.

But as if realizing something, the instant the breath exhaled from A Fu's Ghost Mouth rushed towards him, he opened the Ghost Mouth in his limbs, chest, and abdomen, causing them to dance in sync with A Fu's Ghost Qi.

His Breathing of the Ghost originated from A Fu's teachings.

A Fu should be able to control the Ghost Mouth within him.

However, at the very moment Zhou Yang learned the Breathing of the Ghost, he had already broken free from the connection between A Fu and the Ghost Mouth surrounding him.

Right now, they're just pretending that they're still under A Fu's control.

In order to avoid arousing A Fu's suspicion, he used paper clothes to suppress the Ghost Mouth on his body, while maintaining the operation of the Breathing of the Ghost with most of his Mindfulness, making it look like he was doing his best but still could only barely maintain the Breathing of the Ghost.

A Fu gave Zhou Yang a deep look, then rained blows on the rough hammerhead.

The little hammer ding-ding.

Zhou Yang grabbed the sledgehammer, and every time the small hammer paused slightly, the sledgehammer slammed down.

Clang, clang.

The clanging sounds wove together into a dense and rhythmic percussion ensemble within the shed.

"Your Right Mindfulness Lock now has five layers."

"Study this diligently. When you master this breathing technique to the ninth level, you will be able to Phantom-Grown Limb or manifest Supernatural Ripple."

A Fu kept hammering away while slowly muttering to himself.

Upon hearing his words, Zhou Yang's rhythm as the sledgehammer struck the ground immediately became chaotic.

He looked up at A Fu and asked in surprise, "What Phantom-Grown Limb?"

"What kind of Supernatural Ripple?"

A Fu's eyelids drooped, and the Ghost Mouth on his eyelids breathed and exhaled towards Zhou Yang: "When you reach the ninth level of the Right Mindfulness Lock, a ghostly wind, different from the Ghost Qi, will blow out from the Ghost Mouth around your navel."

"This wind pierces through the Ghost Mouth surrounding you, and flesh sprouts somewhere on your body, forming limbs."

"This is the Phantom-Grown Limb."

"The Supernatural Ripple also appear on the ninth level. Suddenly, a supernatural phenomenon appears outside your body, guiding the Ghost Mouth to breathe along a certain path, which in turn causes something like water ripples to appear outside your body."

"Each person has a different temperament, the shape of the ripples is different, and the effects will also have different focuses."

What's the use of those Supernatural Ripple?

"What's the use of Phantom-Grown Limb?" Zhou Yang's curiosity was so intense that he forgot his work and kept asking A Fu.

A Fu's expression suddenly turned cold, and he snapped in a chilling voice, "Get to work!"

The many Ghost Mouth surrounding him suddenly vibrated, making his shout sound like the howl of ghosts.

Zhou Yang was so frightened that he trembled violently and almost dropped the sledgehammer in his hand.

He then grabbed the sledgehammer and swung it around wildly in rhythm with A Fu before gradually regaining his footing.

At this moment, the young man was trembling with fear, and a sense of distance returned to his gaze as he looked at A Fu.

"There's a lot of work today; you won't be able to go home until it's almost dark."

A Fu curled his lips into a wicked smile again, "What's the use of Phantom-Grown Limb and Supernatural Ripple?"

I don't know either.

"However, I heard from them that whoever practices this breathing technique will only gain one of the two abilities: ripples and illusions."

Most people can only master the ripple effect, and only a handful can Phantom-Grown Limb.

"We'll see if you're lucky then."

"You must practice this breathing technique diligently—if you learn the later stages, you might even be able to wrap a ghost in this very skin!"

A human skin, encasing a ghost----

Amidst the chaos of Mars, Zhou Yang glanced at A Fu without leaving a trace.

He recalled that morning when he stumbled upon the bloody skinning man in the courtyard, washing the human skin.

Did A Fu use his own skin to wrap up a real ghost?

After cultivating Upright Heart, one can Upright Heart to restrain a demon.

A Fu, could it be that you have already achieved Upright Heart?

Could the subsequent methods of Breathing of the Ghost lead directly to the level of "Upright Heart"?

Under the old locust tree, in a gatehouse, there was a crack between the two black lacquered wooden doors.

A Fu peeked halfway out from under the door and slowly waved to Zhou Yang as he left.

A fake smile hung on his sallow face, "Let's go, let's go----"

Hearing the greeting behind him, Zhou Yang turned around and saw A Fu squeezing out from the crack in the door, waving at him repeatedly.

Its movements were mechanical, its expression stiff, just like a rubber mannequin.

Zhou Yang quickly turned around, hunched his shoulders, and hurried away.

He had no eyes in the back of his head, so he couldn't see that after he walked a few more steps, A Fu, who was still waving at him through the crack in the door, was still there. But suddenly, Ah Fu's taut, oily face became wrinkled.

Like an inflatable doll, suddenly having all the air sucked out.

He crouched under the threshold in a moment, then with a whoosh, retreated behind the gatehouse!

The two doors creaked shut!

The sky was dark.

In the passageway behind the gatehouse, one could vaguely see a yellow cloak curled up on the ground, and a bloodied figure stepping on it.

"A truly fine piece of leather!"

"Suitable leather!"

The bloodied humanoid figure muttered to itself as it frantically scratched its chest.

Clumps of jet-black, glossy hair, covered in blood, mud, and bits of flesh, fluttered off from the skinner's fingers.

This skinned humanoid figure had no flesh or skin on its body, nor any pores or hair. Yet, at this moment, black, shiny hair was constantly growing from its chest, growing longer and longer.

No matter how frantically the skinner scratched and tore, he couldn't pull out the ever-thickening black hair!

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

It suddenly shrieked, and its blood-red figure transformed into a gust of scarlet wind, sweeping past the curtain and disappearing into the blacksmith's shed!

The skinner grabbed the red-hot iron from the furnace and branded it fiercely onto his own chest!

"Laugh-

A burnt smell emanated from its chest.

Aside from the deep scratches covering its chest, the flesh was not burned by the iron block.

Only the black hair that grew from flesh and blood was scalded by the iron block, curled up, and burned to ashes.

The skinner kept ironing the hair growing on his chest with a red-hot iron, finally stopping the black hair from growing on his chest, leaving only a patch of fine hair roots on his chest.

"Whoosh----"

At that moment, the black and yellow leather slid into the shed through the gap under the curtain.

It stood upright with its back to the skinner, a large gash cut open on its back.

Like putting on a raincoat, the skinner stretched his arms into the curled-up leather tube, then stepped his legs into the foot tube, and with a twist, he transformed back into the yellow-faced man A Fu.

The oil on A Fu's face had disappeared, and his skin looked loose and saggy.

Its expression was blank, completely different from the A Fu " who had spent the afternoon forging iron with Zhou Yang.