I Can Devour Spirits

”Who is it?”

Tang Wanhong’s teeth were trembling slightly as he asked in a low voice.

At that moment, the shadow flicked its sleeve, scattering a cloud of medicinal powder onto Tang Wanhong’s face.

A flash of fear crossed Tang Wanhong’s mind. Feeling the powder stick to his face like powder applied suddenly, he attempted to hold his breath, but it was too late. The potency of the powder was obvious, and in an instant, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

Duan Rong looked in the darkness at Tang Wanhong, who was unconscious beside the pile of hay.

He concentrated his thoughts, and the range of his Divine Sense expanded to its maximum in an instant.

It was dark all around, and the patrolling heavy armored soldiers were holding lanterns as they moved to the other end.

Not far from there, by Shen Yanliu’s cell, a dim lantern was hanging, and in its light, Xiong Yi was seen wearing a felt hat, lying on a long bench. It was unclear if he was asleep. A brown round-bellied wine bottle was placed on the ground beside him.

Further away, at the entrance of the bunker, the sound of mahjong tiles clattered continuously. Several prison guards yawned repeatedly, but the person dressed in plain clothes had shining eyes, showing no signs of fatigue.

Duan Rong took a deep breath and quietly stepped out of the hole.

He carefully untied the moon-white small cloth bag tied at his waist. Under Divine Sense Investigation, he accurately took out the item he needed from inside.

Duan Rong laid Tang Wanhong’s body flat and meticulously scanned his face with Divine Sense.

He took out the prepared clay, scraped a little with a small wooden knife, and cautiously applied it to one side of Tang Wanhong’s nose.

Tang Wanhong had a flat nose, whereas Shen Yanliu’s nose was quite straight.

After handling the nose, Duan Rong also used a razor to shave off Tang Wanhong’s eyebrows and mustache. Only then did he carefully take out ”that face” and smooth it over Tang Wanhong’s face, removing all fine wrinkles.

Under Divine Sense Investigation, Duan Rong was quite satisfied with his face-changing craft.

This operation had actually consumed a lot of time. Seeing the patrolling heavy armored soldiers about to return, Duan Rong immediately jumped back into the hole, pulled Tang Wanhong over, and used his back to cover the hole beside the haystack.

The patrolling heavy armored soldiers walked by with lanterns, seeing the area was quiet, and Xiong Yi was sleeping on the nearby bench.

They merely glanced at the cells on each side as they passed by, moving on quickly thereafter.

Once the patrolling heavy armored soldiers had moved far away, Duan Rong pulled Tang Wanhong off the hole, suddenly flipping his hand and stuffing a medicine pill into Tang Wanhong’s mouth. He rubbed his throat to ensure he swallowed it.

Duan Rong suddenly moved to a corner of the cell’s wooden railing, grabbed a handful of medicinal powder in the darkness, and with True Qi stirring in his palm, scattered the powder into the air like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

Duan Rong scattered three handfuls like this.

This medicinal powder was a potent anesthetic, and soon the prisoners in the nearby cells had slipped into unconsciousness in their dreams.

Xiong Yi, lying on the bench, suddenly twitched his nose. For those in the True Qi Realm, ordinary poisons were difficult to affect them due to True Qi shielding their bodies.

As the toxin entered his body, the True Qi within Xiong Yi’s dantian meridian began to surge on its own.

He was about to jump up but suddenly saw a flickering light, like a firefly flashing before his eyes.

The next moment, he seemed to be petrified, and the scene before him began to twist and blur instantly.

But at the exact moment when the scene started to twist and blur, a flying saber shot out from that twisted and blurry backdrop, glinting coldly as it grew larger in his eyes!

The eerie sensation was as if the flying saber was shot towards him from the rippling surface of a lake.

He could feel the flying saber was real!

However, his body was completely immobilized as if turned to stone!

The flying saber silently claimed life, and at the instant it struck Xiong Yi, his entire head burst like a watermelon, splattering blood and flesh across the ground.

Under the nearby lantern light, Xiong Yi’s headless body still lay on that bench, hands naturally hanging down, while the fragments covered the brown round-bellied wine bottle beside him...

A willow leaf flying saber was embedded diagonally into the ground not far from one end of the bench.

And all of this occurred in utter silence, drawing no one’s attention.