Burning one’s own life to suppress the evil spirits required great courage and dedication. Caspian was in awe of the corpse in front of him.
When he was in Heavenly Stars Sect, the elders had told him. Cultivators snatched essence of the world and gather spiritual Qi’s Luck not only for strength but also immortality. While possessing powerful power, cultivators also had to learn to protect mortals. Without those ordinary people to bring the world alive, there would be no soil for cultivators to survive. Besides, cultivators were originally promoted from mortals. Therefore, every time a disaster came, there would never be a shortage of backbones that could support the sky.
The man in front of Caspian was obviously one of them. However, cultivators of the Setting Sun Gate had ruined this cultivator’s efforts. The broken jars under the feet of him showed everything. Since the jars were broken, the things inside naturally came out. Don’t say that there was no direct evidence to prove that there were evils in the jars.
Would normal things need human life and blood?
Would normal things need the Setting Sun Gate to slaughter several cultivators before hiding it?
As for the little sword, it was naturally a magic weapon. However, Caspian still put it back into the corpse’s arms.
Magic weapon was a good thing, but out of respect for this person, Caspian did not intend to take it. When he put his hand into the cultivator’s arms, he suddenly felt that his fingertips touched something. It was soft and warm. Moreover, it was still moving slightly!
This feeling immediately made Caspian’s back numb.
“Senior, I’ve offended you…”
This sort of feeling within the cave was naturally abnormal.
Caspian pressed his two fingers together and quickly took out an oval-shaped thing like a cocoon from the corpse‘s arms in an instant. A small hole appeared at the end of the cocoon and in next second, a small red worm, like a silkworm, stuck its head out from inside and twisted slightly.
What Caspian had just touched was this little worm. He saw the wriggling worm, he felt an extremely violent and fierce aura. Although the worm was small, so small that it was only as big as his two knuckles, it was like a compressed disaster at the moment, which made the hairs on Caspian’s arms stand up. And at this moment, for some reason, a strong desire rose in his heart!
This desire seemed to be urging him to swallow the little bug.
“Eat it…”
“Eat it!”
“Eat it, and you will get new power…”
The low voice was full of temptation at this moment.
Caspian’s face slowly approached the little worm. But the next moment, he took a deep breath, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He quickly recovered his mind.
“This thing is trying to trick me,” Caspian’s eyes focused as he looked at the little worm seriously.
The little worm still seemed to be ignorant, twisting inside the hole, as if it wanted to struggle out.
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