pertwk Chapter 85 Backlash
Chapter 85 Backlash
Lin Mu dragged Yan Hua's body, walking step by step down the north mountain through the mud after the rain.
He dragged the motionless body with one hand and leaned on his spear with the other, the spear tip leaving a winding trail in the mud.
He stopped at a pile of rocks at the foot of the mountain.
He threw the body onto the rubble, then turned to move stones, preparing to build a simple stone grave.
Just as he moved the third stone, a very faint, dark golden light suddenly appeared behind him.
He turned around abruptly and discovered that the nine dark gold marks on the back of the body's neck, which had all been extinguished, were showing signs of rekindling.
The light was extremely faint, like a candle flickering in the wind.
Lin Mu unleashed another barrage of punches until Yan Hua was reduced to a bloody mess, before finally extinguishing the dark gold mark.
He was panting heavily, and pebbles slipped through his fingers.
The most terrifying aspect of the Nine Infants bloodline is not its power or speed, but its almost cursed immortality.
Just as he was catching his breath, a dark golden light shone again from the mud.
Lin Mu: "..."
He looked at his blood-stained hands and observed the body at his feet that was still shimmering with a dark golden light.
The blood is flowing in the wrong direction.
The blood seeping from the wound wasn't flowing outwards, but rather flowing back inwards.
The dark golden light moved slowly along the flow of blood, from the torso to the neck, and from the neck to the head, as if something was trying to reconnect the shattered flesh and blood.
The primordial imprint seems to require blood as a carrier to reconnect.
Lin Mu picked up his spear and pried open the mangled bodies one by one, the spear tip precisely severing each still-wriggling blood vessel, letting the blood drain away.
The crimson blood seeped into the cracks in the rubble, and the faint golden light struggled within it for a moment before extinguishing, absorbed by the soil, diluted by the rain, and completely blocked by the inanimate objects.
However, not long afterward, the aura of the Nine Infants bloodline actually connected in the void, as if it was about to rebuild its original imprint.
Helpless, Lin Mu separated the opponent's limbs, pinned him down with a large rock, and then used a long spear to carry his head towards Nanshan.
The southern mountain is more desolate than the northern mountain. There is an abandoned earth god temple on the mountainside, and behind the temple is a mass grave overgrown with waist-high weeds.
He dug a deep pit in the weeds, threw the still faintly glowing head into it, filled it with soil, tamped it down, and then placed several pebbles on top of it.
You can't come back to life without a head, can you?
Lin Mu clapped his hands and sighed: "Great demon bloodlines are really hard to kill."
As I finished doing all this, the rain started to fall again.
Lin Mu stood in the rain, leaning on his spear, soaked to the bone, his clothes covered in mud and blood.
Rainwater streamed down his hair, gradually washing away the bloodstains on the gun barrel.
He looked down at his hands; his fingers were still trembling slightly, and dirt and bloodstains were stuck between his fingers.
And the charcoal fire in my dantian started burning again.
My attention was focused on Yan Hua just now, and only now did I feel the violent heat, compounded by the backlash from the original imprints of Jiuying and Zhulong.
He walked slowly back to the inner city, carefully controlling his qi and blood.
The rain was fine and cold, hitting his face and trickling down his neck into his collar.
Every bit of coolness suppressed the increasingly intense heat in his dantian.
The rain temporarily helped him suppress some things, but only temporarily.
As he pushed open the courtyard gate and returned home, the tension in his mind snapped instantly, and the backlash from Zhulong and Jiuying broke free at that moment.
He shuddered violently, and the spear slipped from his hand, crashing onto the blue bricks with a thud.
The veins bulged out from my forearm, spreading all the way to my neck and then to my cheek. It felt like my blood vessels were filled with magma, and I felt a burning sensation and excruciating pain all at once.
He knelt in the puddles, digging his fingers into the cracks between the bricks, and let out a very low, deep roar.
The images in my mind surged wildly.
On the arena, the dark gold mark on Yan Hua's nape, the vertical pupil between Chi Wu's eyebrows, the identical candle dragon patterns on the five masked men, the blurry faces of the girls in the Drunken Red Pavilion, and Su He's back as she combed her hair all appeared repeatedly before his eyes, making him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Lin Youfu was startled awake by the sound of the gun hitting the ground. He rushed out, still wearing his coat, and saw Lin Mu kneeling in the rain, his veins bulging. His expression changed instantly.
He rushed over to help, but was forced back half a step by the hidden force emanating from Lin Mu's body, and fell down on his buttocks in the muddy water.
He got up and rushed forward again, but this time he tripped over the threshold and his knee hit the blue brick. He got up and continued running. When he ran out of the yard, he didn't even have time to pull the door latch. He only had time to shout "Muwazi is in trouble!" towards the alley entrance.
Quan Feng and Zhao Mian were the first to arrive.
When Quan Feng pushed open the courtyard gate, he still had a blade of grass in his mouth. When he saw Lin Mu's appearance, the grass fell right off his lips.
Without saying a word, Zhao Mian squatted down to try and press down on Lin Mu's shoulder, but was bounced away by an overflowing internal force, and his tiger's mouth went numb from the shock.
The golden-winged phoenix's beast pattern lit up from the back of Quan Feng's neck, and Zhao Mian also pushed his internal energy to its limit. The two of them barely managed to hold Lin Mu down from the left and right.
But the backlash from that primordial mark was still crashing wildly, and Lin Mu's fingernails had dug into his palms, with blood trickling down between his fingers.
At this moment, Wen Haoran arrived.
He held the bamboo scroll in his hand and stood at the courtyard gate. Yue'er followed behind him, carrying a jar of candied hawthorns. Three guards had spread out on the courtyard wall to keep watch.
"Go fetch ten buckets of spring water."
"Water him."
"Keep watering him until he can understand human speech."
Quan Feng personally went to fetch water, ten buckets of icy spring water freshly drawn from a mountain stream outside the city, and poured them over his head one after another.
Lin Mu knelt in the puddles, his clothes already soaked through. The icy spring water flowed down his neck, where veins bulged, temporarily suppressing the burning heat, but the savage demonic power still surged through his meridians.
"You all step back."
Wen Haoran took a step forward and opened the bamboo slip.
He closed his eyes and read aloud softly.
That passage was extremely short and concise, with a gentle and serene tone, like a mountain stream flowing over scalding hot stones.
Lin Mu's eyes began to clear slightly.
He knelt in the puddles, soaked to the bone, his veins still bulging, but no longer roaring. The burning embers in his dantian were gradually suppressed by the power of his calming mind.
Wen Haoran repeated the words over and over until Lin Mu's clenched fists finally loosened, until the mania in his eyes subsided, and until he slowly stood up, supporting himself on the ground.
He was soaked to the bone, and the veins on his skin hadn't completely disappeared, but at least he could recognize who was standing in front of him.
"Thank you." His voice was terribly hoarse.
"Your animal markings are not clean."
"Let's tentatively accept it as an animal pattern."
"What happened tonight?"
"I ran into Yan Hua."
Lin Mu didn't say what happened next, but everyone could guess, and they all sighed that Yan Hua meeting Lin Mu was like having both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang in one family.
Wen Haoran put the bamboo slip back into his sleeve. "Would you like to recite it with me? Reciting it daily can purify your mind and alleviate your backlash."