Chapter 1 Time is of the Essence

Time was pressing, and he could only ask these questions.

Usually, when reincarnators met, they would exchange pleasantries, introduce themselves, state their origins and requests, and sometimes even engage in small calculations to gauge each other's depths before considering whether to exchange information or cooperate on a big score.

But now, there was no time for that. Hu Ma asked loudly, only wanting to get as many answers as possible before the other party's life incense burned out.

And the most important secrets for a reincarnator were all he could think of now.

To this end, he didn't even ask if the other party could see any problems on his body.

But his loud voice also reminded the statue. Now, the statue, or rather, the reincarnator codenamed Red Robe, seemed to be hit hard by the current situation.

Perhaps it was the feeling of waking up from a nap and discovering that the wife you took three knives for had married someone else, the son had become a hoodlum, and the daughter was happily working at the Twilight Boundary.

Under the emotional agitation, even the life incense burned faster than usual, but Hu Ma's words also suddenly made him realize the urgency of time. Even if he was severely hit, it was useless. Now he could only use the last of his time to leave the most useful information.

Within the chest of the statue, there was a muffled sound of air interweaving, as if he was trying to breathe and calm himself down.

Of course, it was just a habitual action. Now he was between life and death and had no ability to breathe, but he forced himself to calm down, carefully thinking about Hu Ma's questions, his voice clearly on the verge of collapse.

And the first sentence he said after forcing himself to calm down was: "Couldn't you ask a question that I can answer with simple words?"

Immediately afterward was the second sentence: "That bunch of damn bastards, used stone weights to measure the weight of this world, preparing to pack it up and sell it!"

"And we reincarnators, reincarnators are the Taì Suì's (Grand Duke Jupiter) inner demons, only we can stop it!"

"So the Hu family's Demon Suppression Bureau, precisely because they discovered this, took the lead in discussing a plan to deal with us in the stone pavilion, but they don't understand, if even we are..."

"Holy crap!"

""

He also felt that his time was running out, eager to leave an answer, but as he spoke, he suddenly cried out in surprise. The sudden change even stunned Hu Ma, who didn't quite react.

Immediately afterward, he felt that the statue's eyes seemed to be burning with his last energy, as if the last bit of his Daoist cultivation was erupting at this moment: "Bold!"

The stern voice and fierce expression even made Hu Ma feel a tremor in his soul for a moment.

This feeling was like a lone ghost encountering the majesty of a court official, where a fierce look from the other party could make him vanish into thin air.

But this statue was not just scolding.

Just as he was trying to leave the most important message, and Hu Ma was concentrating all his energy on listening, neither he nor Hu Ma noticed that on Hu Ma's shoulder, a snake-like neck was slowly extending.

It also had Hu Ma's face, but its appearance was unspeakably eerie.

As if listening intently, or perhaps too concerned, it had emerged from Hu Ma's body and was listening with extraordinary focus.

This bizarre scene not only startled the statue, but Hu Ma, who caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, was also shocked: "What the hell is this thing? Did it hear all of the conversation just now?"

Just as he was thinking anxiously, he saw the statue roar in anger, suddenly straightening his body, his huge palm raising up with a rumble, almost covering the sky as it slammed down fiercely towards Hu Ma.

He had clearly determined that Hu Ma was also suspicious, and had the idea of directly slapping Hu Ma to death.

And facing his ferocious face, Hu Ma was stunned on the spot.

Facing his level of killing intent, he had no ability to resist, but his soul spontaneously sensed it, and a sudden gust of Yin wind overflowed, surging forward. It was the benefit of having achieved entry through food qi (食气), instinctively resisting this palm.

However, the gap between the two sides was too great. The aftermath of this palm could shatter the insignificant Yin wind on Hu Ma's body. But unexpectedly, when the statue sensed this bit of Yin wind, his heart skipped a beat, and his shot slowed down by several points.

"Whoosh!"

The snake with Hu Ma's features, seeing the statue roar, immediately dodged back into Hu Ma's body with a whoosh.

Now, Hu Ma existed in a state of divine soul, with keen self-awareness, but when it dodged in, he didn't even know where it had hidden.

But at this moment, the statue's palm struck, but he temporarily changed his mind, suddenly changing the slap into a grip, directly grasping Hu Ma's arm. In the next moment, Hu Ma only felt that his arm was burning hot, as if it had been circled by a branding iron.

Most importantly, there was clearly something inside this arm, rushing left and right, seemingly wanting to escape.

"The Da Wei Tiangong General Seal?"

The statue retracted his palm, but Hu Ma's arm had already been left with a large black handprint. The statue's face seemed to reveal an incomparably terrified look as he stared at him, his eyes filled with shock and surprise, his voice trembling slightly:

"Aren't you dead?"

"Dead?"

Hu Ma was shocked. Could it be that he saw that I was resurrected from the dead?

But immediately afterward, the statue saw the astonishment on Hu Ma's face and immediately changed his words, saying in a deep voice: "I understand, you really solved that problem, then there is still a chance..."

Before Hu Ma could react, he had already tried his best to approach Hu Ma, saying in a deep voice: "Someone tampered with your divine soul, I have already helped you seal it in your arm, it heard our conversation, you must not let it escape!"

"The key to the Tiangong General Seal lies in the strong backlash. It needs to be suppressed with official status. Without official status, you need to find something that can increase the weight of your own life to cultivate it."

""

Both sentences were too abrupt and suddenly touched on the cultivation technique. Hu Ma didn't know how to answer for a moment, only feeling his heart pounding.

"Go awaken the stone horse, take out the things we left in the Bu Shi Niu (不食牛), use the identity of a Great Virtuous Teacher to summon all the reincarnators. The one who ascends the throne must be one of us, maybe there will be a glimmer of hope."

"I know you still have questions, but go find Tie Guanyin (Iron Guanyin)."

"She is the last person guarding things for us. All of our secrets, all of our plans, you can ask her."

"If, if..."

""

This statue, after this outburst of anger, had clearly exhausted his strength. The life incense was almost invisible, leaving only a wisp of smoke, rising up and circling around his face. He also heard all his strength turning into the last sentence:

"If those guys don't listen to you, then tell them..."

"Stop screwing around, the old home has already been stolen!"

""

""

With a bang, the smoke dissipated, the huge statue, his outstretched arm still not retracted, fell down weakly.

His body also changed from sitting with his head lowered at the beginning to a half-prone state.

The last wisp of smoke dissipated, and the natal spirit temple became unusually quiet. Only dust fell slowly. Hu Ma stood there blankly, not knowing what had caused his last great change in expression.

He was even a little unclear about what he meant by saying that he was dead, and he wasn't even sure who those two sentences were addressed to. He just felt that after he said those two sentences, his expression seemed to have undergone a subtle change, and he immediately entrusted him with some secrets.

But the more he thought in that direction, the more strange it felt. He only felt the burning sensation in his left arm still there, as if something was wriggling inside.

He looked down and saw that the skin was now covered with a faint black mark, vaguely shaped like a huge five-fingered hand. It was deeply imprinted on his skin, resembling the place where the statue had just held it.

Could this be the disaster that the Meng family had hidden in his body?

But Hu Ma couldn't even care about it. He was just thinking about the few pieces of information that the person codenamed Red Robe had left him:

"Summon all the reincarnators?"

"Find Tie Guanyin... is this also a code name for a reincarnator?"

"The last sentence, 'the old home has already been stolen,' what kind of strange talk is that?"

""

He stood quietly in this dilapidated natal spirit temple, feeling that his head was filled with information.

Just as he was confused, he suddenly felt a chill on his head. He shivered, and his heart jumped. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was now sitting in front of the painting.

The natal spirit temple and the conversation just now were all like a dream. This dream suddenly woke up because his whole body was wet. Little Red Tangerine was holding a basin, standing not far away, stretching her head and carefully looking at him.

"You..."

Hu Ma stuttered, wiping the water on his face and saying, "Why are you pouring water on me?"

"Burn..."

Little Red Tangerine pointed at Hu Ma's left arm, saying blankly: "It's on fire."

"Huh?"

Hu Ma immediately turned his head to look and saw that the sleeve of his left arm had been burned off. With the naked eye, he could see a vaguely visible trace in the shape of a huge five fingers, deeply imprinted on his skin, resembling the place where the statue had just grabbed it.

The divine soul was affected, and it also affected his physical body, even burning his clothes?

Hu Ma took a deep breath. He couldn't blame Little Red Tangerine. She saw that he was on fire and poured the basin of water on him. It was very reasonable.

End of chapter