This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 65: It entered the Ruins of Return with great joy.

"Don't miss this opportunity! My three fellow disciples and I are passing through your city..."

Having mustered its courage, Kunpeng shouted out loud.

The Yin-Yang Taoist was energetically waving the Tai Chi diagram in front of him, as if he were shaking a signboard.

In a bustling, noisy place, the four of them set up their stall.

It was probably because the four of them were dressed as Taoist priests that they quickly attracted the attention of a group of "demons and monsters".

It seems that the identity of a Taoist priest is quite useful here.

"Taoist priest, what skills do you possess?"

A strangely dressed man strode over, and all the other strange creatures around him were afraid of him.

As he approached, the group of freaks made way for him.

This rich man is eccentric; by the standards of a cemetery, he's definitely a rich weirdo.

Besides two legs for walking, it has seven legs, twelve arms, three mouths and three noses in one place, six eyes, three on each side, and five ears on each side...

It grew twistedly on his body, and when he inadvertently reached out and revealed his arm, he saw that there were also pairs of eyes and mouths on his arm.

It's definitely the kind of thing that can mentally corrupt you with just one glance.

I forgot to mention that this kind of mental pollution is everywhere in this city. It's only because Kunpeng and his companions have special abilities that they can ignore it. If an ordinary person were to enter, they would soon become a monster.

Or perhaps it was swallowed by the writhing ground, then spat out a pile of remains.

The four of them each possess unique abilities. Xi Yi Dao Ren is a simplified version of being unaffected by all laws—unaffected by mental pollution.

Yin Yang, Kunwu, and Kunpeng are even more special. Although the three of them cannot be completely unaffected by any magic, the spiritual pollution that erodes them will be refined and strengthened.

Looking at the bizarre appearance of the wealthy man in front of him, Kunpeng really wanted to quit. How could he possibly do anything with that twisted look?

If you let it prick you a few times, even if you feel fine, you'll feel nauseous and vomit.

But Kunpeng held back; he couldn't give up halfway, and he couldn't let all his previous efforts go to waste.

"Please rest assured, layman, my skills will surely satisfy you," Kunpeng said, forcing himself to suppress his nausea.

"snort!"

After Kunpeng finished speaking, the wealthy man let out a strange and awkward snort.

Three mouths opened simultaneously, and waves of auditory pollution swept over.

But this was not what Kunpeng could accept; what he could not accept even more was the strange words of the wealthy man.

"You fellow disciples are all so poor, where did you get your skills? If you were skilled, how could you only have a mouth, a nose, and two eyes, not to mention legs and arms?"

Kunpeng: ? ? ?

Were you looked down upon?

Being looked down upon as a poor idiot by a weirdo?

Can this be tolerated?

Don't use the word "poor." I, Kun, hate it more than anything in my life when people say I'm poor.

"All talk and no action is useless." Kunpeng got excited and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arm, saying, "You are all welcome to poke holes in my arm and cry out in pain. I will not call myself Daoist Xukun."

The rich man's face, contorted with bizarre and mental pollution, showed tremendous fluctuations.

"Shall we do the stab ourselves?"

Even the various bizarre characters watching the spectacle were astonished.

The reason they dared to set up a street stall and perform was because they had the talent.

Kunpeng had long observed that the so-called street performances here seemed to be "more artistic" than his own, such as gouging out eyes, kicking off heads as balls, and cutting off his own limbs.

Although it is more artistic and more difficult to drill holes than I can do.

But they all have one thing in common: they are all done by the freaks themselves, and those who just want to watch and cheer them on are not allowed to get close.

It's strange, but in this bizarre city, it's not strange at all.

Dare to let other freaks do the work?

I'm afraid I won't be able to showcase my talents; I can only wait to be dismembered and devoured.

If you dare to turn your head down and let other freaks take over, those other freaks will dare to put that head on their own heads.

In this place, who wouldn't want an extra head?

Having multiple heads definitely makes someone rich and weird.

Therefore, when Kunpeng said, "I won't move, you guys come and poke me," a group of freaks were very "excited."

Their excitement is nothing more than a form of distorted mental pollution.

"That's right!"

Kunpeng stood there, sword in hand, ready to pounce.

"Me, me, I'll do it, I'll do it..."

Suddenly, an excited voice rang out, but no one could be seen.

Looking down, one could see a half-crushed hand; the middle finger and below were all bone, with only the index finger and thumb retaining some flesh.

A human mouth appeared on the broken back of the hand, moving at lightning speed towards the Kunpeng, like five fingers typing on a keyboard.

"What the hell is this thing?"

To be honest, Kunpeng was startled.

All attention was focused on the eccentricities of the wealthy man.

Unexpectedly, a bizarre creature appeared, walking on its most grotesque path, even close to the ground, and had already climbed onto its arm.

"Haha, you said it!"

It beat them to it; with a powerful thrust of its skeletal middle finger, it plunged deep into the Kunpeng's arm.

The mouth on the back of his hand burst into uncontrollable laughter: "Haha, what an idiot! I, Lai San, am going to be rich again! I'm going to have a complete body again! I can finally go to the brothel to find Xiao Cui! Haha..."

It was obvious that the onlookers looked disappointed.

The fact that there was no rush to buy it was actually beyond Kunpeng's expectations; they really know how to behave.

This rule is everywhere, just as they imitate the way 'humans' live, and they also have their own sense of morality.

Despite its twisted and fake nature, these freaks clumsily maintain it.

They tried their best to make this cemetery city resemble a human city, and the source of everything, the one that controlled it all, was the coffin that floated in the sky like a black sun.

With a "rip," the broken hand grotesquely pierced into Kunpeng's arm.

That wasn't all. Its entire body, its broken hand, when the middle finger pierced in, the whole hand, like a worm, worked hard to burrow into the Kunpeng's arm.

The Kunpeng grimaced in pain.

It was a bit rash, but nothing serious.

In the blink of an eye, Lai San's broken and grotesque hand had completely burrowed into Kunpeng's arm and was crawling along Kunpeng's arm toward Kunpeng's hand.

The high bulges on Kunpeng's arms looked like a large worm crawling inside them.

Until Lai San's hand became grotesque, completely entering Kunpeng's right palm, and intending to seize Kunpeng's body and completely take over Kunpeng's body.

The bizarre transformation from a broken hand into a complete body, akin to the grotesque "Kunpeng," is a testament to the power of trade-offs.

But it was disappointed.

Everything went smoothly at first, but when it completely merged into Kunpeng's palm and was about to use it as the core to control Kunpeng's entire body,

It's gone...

In a literal sense, as well as on a physical level and in terms of spiritual pollution, there is nothing left.

It's as if it never existed at all.

A minor anomaly, merely a member of the cemetery, a distortion refracted by pollution, not even as eerie as the livid, armless creature.

Even the armless corpse dared not crawl into the body of the Kunpeng, yet it dared to do so.

To use a very apt metaphor, this bizarre creature entered the Ruins of Return with great joy, excitement, and all its might.

Then it was returned to nothingness.

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