With each word he spoke, my eye sockets grew increasingly painful. I forced myself to hold back any resistance, staying still and motionless.
There was a large bead of sweat on his forehead, so big that it even saturated his clothes.
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck, as if something was being pulled out from the very core of his eyes.
His right eye blurred, as if his pupils had dilated, making it hard to see anything clearly.
His left eye's field of vision remained unaffected.
My face changed dramatically, for Mao San held in his hand a tiny, light-green worm that was crystal clear and kept writhing. It seemed to be trying to burrow into Mao San's face.
Mao San narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured, "Upper Corpse Green."
His tone was no longer relaxed or comfortable; it was filled with seriousness.
"Upper Corpse Green?"
I was confused, wasn't it supposed to be the three corpse worms?
Old Qin's letter mentioned that the corpse was full of trash, with the three corpse worms active day and night.
Could it be that "Upper Corpse Green" is just another name for the three corpse worms?
"Xian Shen Little Brother, you naturally don't know about this thing. If you did, bringing it to my presence would be causing harm to me."
"It's not that bad. It's just Upper Corpse Green, and in my life, I've never feared female charm. Haha."
Mao San reached into his other hand and took out a bell. He shook it heavily, and the shrill clinking sound caused the light-green worm to instantly become soft and lifeless.
I was even more puzzled, so I asked, "Does Upper Corpse Green refer to the three corpse worms?"
Mao San's face suddenly stiffened, and his gaze became much deeper than before.
"Do you know?" Mao San said in a low voice.
I nodded, then shook my head, telling him the truth of what I knew.
Mao San's deep gaze faded, and he suddenly said, "You... have met your master?"
His words caused a sudden shock in my heart!
However, in the next moment, I became relaxed.
Mao San repeatedly tried to buy Old Qin's corpse, even offering to bet with his own.
He insistently maintained that Old Qin was still alive.
The appearance of Old Qin's corpse seemed to be alive, but in fact, he was already dead. His condition was different from the living undead.
Alone for his breathing, it could truly be said that he panted like a ox.
Mao San was about eighty percent correct about Old Qin's true condition. If I had bet with him, I would have lost completely!
Without shaking my head, I chose to affirm silently, and then I directly asked out the doubts in my heart.
"Were you always aware that my master is Qin Weizi?"
Mao San instead asked: "You are the only surviving member of the Luo family. Who would dare to take you in and risk the wrath of the Xiu Yang Ju, unless it was him?"
I was taken aback.
There's no denying that the incident with my parents was quite a stir. They took on the Xiu Yang Ju's challenge, using people from the Huangsi, and it can be said that half of the underground in Jin Yang was stirred up by them.
My identity was no secret to many people.
More let alone Mao San this level of master, naturally one look, can see some undisclosed secrets.
"Are you friends with him, or do you have a grudge?" I asked Mao San again.
"Not friends, nor enemies," Mao San shook his head.
"Then why..." I furrowed my brow.
"Little Brother Xian Shen, we've strayed from the topic." Mao San coughed twice.
I remained silent for a moment, then shook my head and said it hadn't strayed. He mentioned my master, so I asked these questions quite appropriately, as he had always wanted to bring my master under his control.
For a moment, the air grew slightly heavy and tense.
Mao San was stunned for a few seconds before he smiled and said, "Alright, let's assume it hasn't strayed. I mainly also wanted to confirm if he really metamorphosed into a cicada. In itself, he has value, but after metamorphosis, the flow of its worms emerged. This has lost value."
"He's no longer valuable, which is fine. You didn't agree to sell, otherwise, I would have suffered a great loss."
Mao San's words left me even more confused.
In fact, Mao San never explained what the three corpse worms and Upper Corpse Green meant.
He also brought up things that I couldn't understand.
For example, "cicada metamorphosis."
"What is cicada metamorphosis? And what are the three corpse worms and Upper Corpse Green?" I asked again.
Mao San sighed slightly, but didn't try to hide anything. He said, "Cicada metamorphosis is a term commonly used by that group of practitioners. Simply put, it means 'ascension' for a true man who has died and whose tomb can still support the spirit. If a person dies and their tomb can support the spirit, they can ascend to immortality."
"A corpse that has undergone cicada metamorphosis or ascension is more valuable than a living person. You may not understand it now, but you should know it later."
"Regarding Upper Corpse Green, it is a type of three corpse worm. There are three types of corpse worms: Upper Corpse Green, Middle Corpse White, and Lower Corpse Blood. Each type of worm affects a person differently."
"A properly ascended spirit body will never produce corpse worms. If worms do appear, it brings no benefit but harm to others."
"The Upper Corpse Green that is lurking in your eye is either waiting for you to reach a certain level, so the corpse worms will devour your spiritual energy and reproduce themselves, or it's waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of someone like me who has a certain level."
Mao San's explanation was thorough and well-organized.
Indeed, I understood only a small part of it.
But I am well aware of the dangers of Upper Corpse Green...
Looking at Lao Qin head up close, I almost made a big mistake...
His implication was that since my realm was not high enough, a three corpse worm would not affect me?
But it could affect someone like Mao San?
I was still somewhat afraid, what would happen if Mao San was taken advantage of?
Or if Mao San didn't notice it, and I reached a certain realm, what would happen?
The more I thought about it, the more doubts filled my mind.
Before I could ask, Mao San walked straight out of the door and up the steps.
I hurried to follow Mao San.
"Curiosity is a good thing, but if the time is wrong, it's not good."
"Questions are often nested within questions, and if you want to clear everything up, it would take three nights and three days just to talk about it," Mao San said as he swayed his folding fan.
I said nothing and simply walked with Mao San towards the commercial street.
"After catching Sun Zhuo, give him to me for three days, and I will give him back to you," I said solemnly as we walked.
Mao San suddenly didn't say anything, but he continued to walk forward.
By the time we reached the street corner, Mao San still hadn't spoken.
My eyelids twitched slightly, unable to resist.
In fact, I could have chosen to say nothing and capture the person first before discussing further.
But things must be dealt with one by one, and I cannot completely offend Mao San.
I would only give Sun Zhuo to him, and I would take the fate.
If Mao San is unwilling, then this deal is off, and I can only go to the Shuidah District Mental Health Center on my own to meet with Wei Youming.
At this moment, Mao San suddenly looked up, his small eyes squinting into a thin slit, and he smiled as he said, "Xian Shen little brother, you are quite straightforward, but would old Mao not know your thoughts?"
"The Yang Shen fate, who doesn't have it? What I'm interested in is not the Yang Shen fate, but the body of Sun Zhuo."
"In this period, I have carefully learned about it. A man in a wheelchair, who is essentially useless, is able to contain such a thick destiny and use it well. His skin, I must say, is quite useful."
