Chapter 8 — The Skin-Changing Hide Granny Left Behind
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
In the blink of an eye, they stabbed the Lanjiang Five Elders until their bodies were covered in wounds, then pierced through all five old men and fixed their souls and bodies in place, leaving them unable to move. The little old woman wore a broad smile as she approached with a pair of scissors. "It has been a long time since this old woman tanned human skin. I wonder if my hands have grown rusty. .
. " She came before Wei Shuangling. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and a silver pellet shot out, flying straight toward Granny Zhu's face.
The pellet expanded as soon as it met the wind. With a sharp hiss, countless streams of sword qi burst from it, ringing as they expanded outward.
In an instant, it had transformed into a sphere more than a hundred zhang across, formed entirely from dazzling sword light! Granny Zhu had not anticipated the attack. She hurriedly retreated, and her body suddenly went limp. It writhed through the air like an earthworm, twisting up and down to evade the sword lights one after another.
At the same time, the scissors flew from her hand. Like two silver dragons, they snapped shut again and again, cutting the sword lights apart. She had been caught off guard, after all, and one sword light still struck her. It came from behind, where her hunched back left a blind spot beyond her sight. The sword pierced straight into the hump of her back.
The sword lights vanished from the sky. Broken blades fell with a clatter, embedding themselves across several mu of earth. The silver pellet dropped to the ground with a slap and lay still. Granny Zhu landed as well, reached behind herself, and pulled out the sword.
Her brows drew together slightly. "You still managed to dodge it.
.
. " Despair showed in the eyes of Wei Shuangling, foremost of the Five Elders.
His voice hoarse, he said, "I ambushed you with a Sword Pill from such close range.
It held six thousand eight hundred and forty-two swords, yet you still evaded it. You cannot be some nameless nobody in the demonic path! There is no old woman like you among the demonic cultivators. Who are you? " Then he noticed Granny Zhu's back. At the place where the sword had pierced her hump, there was a wound, but not a drop of blood emerged. Instead, light shone through it.
There was clearly nothing inside. Wei Shuangling felt a chill run through him. "This is not your true appearance. You are wearing someone else's skin.
. .
" "You damaged my skin.
" Granny Zhu frowned, but the voice that came from her was not the aged woman's voice she usually used. It was instead remarkably pleasant. Anyone hearing that voice alone would have taken her for a beautiful woman in the flower of her youth, utterly unlike the old crone who now stood with one foot in the grave. Granny Zhu pressed a hand to her throat and sighed. "I am leaking.
. .
" She took silk thread from her basket and stitched up the sword wound in her back. After testing her throat, she found that her voice had returned to normal.
Suddenly, Wei Shuangling's face changed as though he had seen a ghost. He cried out, "I have heard your voice before. I know who you are!
The Nether Demon Cult's cult-leader's wi. . .
" Granny Zhu's expression shifted. She placed her fingers on the threads running through the five men, and the Lanjiang Five Elders were instantly sliced to pieces. Flesh and blood scattered across the ground.
Strangely, not a trace of blood stained the threads. Instead, they seemed alive, winding themselves together and shrinking into a ball of thread before returning to the basket.
Granny Zhu snorted and giggled. "You damned lame old man, how long have you been here? " Not far behind her, the Lame Old Man came hobbling toward them with the aid of a cane, a broad smile spread across his face.
"Just got here, just got here. Sis, I did not see a thing, and I did not hear a thing.