Chapter 562: Chapter 308: Fortune in the Northwest, Entering with Water, a Slim Chance of Survival (Part 2)

Those were strands of verdant vine silk, rooted in the bloody froth, blossoming into multicolored little flowers, exuding a faint, barely perceptible fragrance.

Li Kuangmao trembled, offering his cervical spine back under Tian Xinghuo’s claws.

The lion’s tail became motionless once again.

Zhang Shan collapsed to the ground, tears flowing.

How far is this from the West State?

Even the West State Boss is aware?

"Cough... cough..."

Tian Xinghuo was still coughing.

"Ptooey..."

He spat out another mouthful of bloody froth onto the car seat, right in front of Li Kuangmao.

Tian Xinghuo smiled.

The curse continues, and it’s getting stronger!

It means Mu Tianren is still approaching!

Good!

Let him come!

Li Kuangmao cried!

Tears flowed out.

Senior Brother Mu must not come! He must not come! Absolutely must not!

Senior Brother Mu’s Immortal Beast is very special, capable of divination. He won’t come, he won’t come!

As he thought this, he saw that in the bloody froth in front of him, dense growth of black tender grass emerged. The grass was slender and had dense forks, either left or right! New forks branched from the forks, either left or right! Left and right, flickering unpredictably.

Forked Grass!

Forked Grass that interferes with causality!

Forked Grass that disrupts divination!

Li Kuangmao watched helplessly as the Forked Grass grew denser and denser. He could hardly understand how such a small amount of bloody froth and bloodstain could produce so much Forked Grass.

Tian Xinghuo was even more delighted, grinning widely.

"Hahaha, hahaha, let him come!"

Li Kuangmao’s eyes widened, tears pouring out.

"This is not right, not right..."

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, hitting the pile of Forked Grass!

Smack!

All he hit was a blood-coated hand bone, limp and powerless.

It was only then Li Kuangmao realized that when he raised his hand, the blood and flesh on this arm had already rotted into sludge, splattering onto the carriage.

His eyes instinctively looked at the large clump of blood and flesh, seeing even more Forked Grass sprouting densely and fuzzily from it!

...

Swoosh...

The Cursed Bronze Bull carried the black-haired youth, its four hooves flying, cutting through the windy fields, traversing newly plowed wheat fields, throwing scattered ashes and faint cries into the wind!

Ahead lies the highway!

Further ahead is the car escorting his junior brother!

Mu Tianren rode on the Bronze Bull, his expression serious and focused, leaning forward to reduce wind resistance, one hand gripping the bull’s ear, the other continuously calculating, divining fortunes!

"Little Auspicious...

"Little Auspicious...

"Little Auspicious..."

He didn’t follow the Divination Path, his divination ability came from the Bronze Bull’s Immortal Technique.

"Little Auspicious...

"Little Auspicious..."

He pursued all the way, divining all the way, always paying attention to the augury signs.

"Little Calamity?

"Ahead there’s an Immortal Committee ambush?"

He promptly controlled the Bronze Bull, bypassing a village.

Continuing forward, pursuing all the way, continuing to divine all the way.

"Little Auspicious...

"Little Auspicious..."

He paused his divination, raised his hand, and wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth.

But there was too much blood; his hand couldn’t clean it.

He used his sleeve to wipe, even soaking the entire sleeve.

Still unable to clean it, he...

He suddenly realized, could something be wrong?

"Little Auspicious?

"Little Auspicious?

"It can’t be Little Auspicious..."

He looked down and discovered that the fingers pinched during divination had unknowingly been cut off, only a bit of skin and flesh still connected.

"Divination, interfered?

"Stop!"

Screech...

The Bronze Bull came to a sudden stop, skidding long tracks through the wheat field, stopping in the wilderness.

Mu Tianren’s face was covered in fresh blood, drenched in sweat, chilled by the wind, he bit off the remaining skin and flesh connecting his severed finger, spitting the finger into the field, and divined again.

"Great Calamity!"

He dared not delay, swiftly drawing a knife, severing his left hand!

Pfft!

The severed hand fell, blood gushing wildly.

He divined again.

"Moderate Calamity!"

He didn’t dare to delay, swinging his knife again, and severed his own left elbow!

Thud!

The severed arm fell, blood gushing wildly.

He performed divination again.

"Moderate misfortune!"

He couldn’t afford to waste time, directly aiming at his left side, swinging the knife again!

Thud!

Divining again!

"Slight misfortune, beneficial in the northwest, born upon encountering water...

"Northwest?

"There’s no river in the nearby northwest, where would the water come from?

"And... isn’t that the direction of the West State?"

Mu Tianren gritted his teeth, unable to care much more.

"Bronze Bull, head northwest! There’s a sliver of hope!"

...

In the office, Bai Mo took a sip of tea, leaned back in his office chair, feeling a bit depressed.

He ultimately wasn’t from the Divination Path, and his use of the Forked Grass was too shallow, hardly capable of deceiving that Mu Tianren.

The Fire Toad Balloon had already set off, shuttling between the high heavens, and was furiously pursuing towards the southeast!

He closed his eyes, seeing through the Fire Toad’s vision, seeing the fields and roads along the way, seeing a small town, seeing the commercial street in town, where the breakfast stalls had already finished their hustle and were packing up.

Seeing a bird fly over the town and drop a dollop of bird droppings.

The Fire Toad continued flying southeast, sweeping through its field of vision!

But what he didn’t see was that the bird just blocked the trash can on the street.

The trash can was filled with the dense slop from the breakfast stalls, leftover spicy soup, butter tea, tofu pudding... and amidst the dense slop mixed with plastic bags, fruit peels, bones, and thick phlegm, a pale-faced young man was just curled up, covering the bloody wound on his left shoulder.

That fresh, warm bird dropping just happened to land with a "splat" on top of the young man’s head.

...

The Fire Toad Balloon continued to fly southeast, flying over a field, seeing that the field had just sprouted soft wheat seedlings.

Yet it didn’t see a severed finger just dragged back to the nest by a field mouse.

Two severed arms had just been taken away by a wild dog.

...

In the office, Bai Mo held his teacup, feeling a bit depressed.

"Where did that kid hide?"

The Fire Toad Balloon circled around several times, found the three experts sent by the Immortal Committee for support.

But it stubbornly hadn’t discovered Mu Tianren!

Bai Mo guessed that some fortuitous coincidence might have happened.

No other choice.

"One could only say this guy has some dog luck."

...

Whoosh...

At the North Suburb Base, a business car stopped, and the car door opened.

Tian Xinghuo dragged Li Kuangmao out from inside.

Whoosh...

Another car followed behind, getting off was Wu Qingyun, hand on the long sword at her waist.

Dozens of Immortal Technique Committee members surged forward, already prepared with various torture devices, like nails with runes, short swords engraved with array maps, shackles that pierced into flesh and bound the bones, all applying them onto Li Kuangmao!

"Why is his hand gone?"

"It’s a bit creepy!"

"Never mind that, let’s install the torture devices first."

Soon, Li Kuangmao was made into a blood-drenched iron hedgehog.

The green indicator light on the iron helmet lit up, indicating the prisoner’s Sea of Consciousness and Divine Sense had been sealed.

The green indicator light on the iron belt lit up, indicating the prisoner’s Dantian and Immortal Qi had been sealed.

"Hahaha, done! Another one captured!"

"When you were slaughtering villages, did you think you’d see this day?"

The young Immortal Technique Committee member kicked Li Kuangmao to the ground.

"Captured the second Sequence Seven!

"Sequence Seven of the Immortal Beast Path!"

Strangely, as they looked, the prisoner lying on the ground seemed remarkably relieved, even letting out a faint chuckle.

The one who captured the prisoner, Tian Xinghuo, instead didn’t seem too pleased, his face both tired and disappointed.

Committee Member Gu Lin, who came to assist, looked puzzled.

"Committee Member Tian, relax!

"The prisoner has been successfully transported, and the prison now has another Sequence Seven. That’s a major merit for you, what’s there to be unhappy about?"

Tian Xinghuo sighed.

"Originally... we could have captured Mu Tianren as well."

Committee Member Gu Lin was momentarily stunned.

How so?

Committee Member Tian Xinghuo, are you thinking of taking on Mu Tianren one-on-one?

Not really feasible, right?

"This... this... Mu Tianren... no need to force... him..."

Tian Xinghuo chuckled awkwardly.

"I wasn’t the one to capture him."

He turned around and pointed to the carriage.

Everyone present followed his gesture and saw inside the carriage were strands of emerald vine silk, sprouting little colorful flowers.

And beyond those little flowers, there was a lion, trembling and terrified, cowering and afraid.