Zhang Ze and Lin Feng discussed for a long time, and felt that they should still take a trip to the Demon Cave.
Both of them were incredibly audacious and had life-saving cards up their sleeves.
Not sneaking in for a touch and go, it's truly irresistible.
It's not like they're going on a seven entries and exits killing spree, taking the head of the Spiritual Snake Taoist, just giving their fellow brothers a heads-up.
And complete a mission along the way.
There might be mission clues for Thousand Mechanism City in the Spiritual Snake Helm.
This is crucial.
But the decision is made, however, how to infiltrate is a big problem.
"Can't cosplay again, can we."
"But how do I become a fat river?"
Lin Feng emerged from the small woods carrying a wild rabbit, not hearing Zhang Ze's muttering.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing, I was talking to myself."
The wild rabbit in Lin Feng's hand was skillfully skinned and boned, then divided into several pieces, and soon the aroma of spices mixed with grease wafted forth.
Zhang Ze stared at the rabbit and asked Lin Feng.
"I say, Brother Feng, do you think this is a rabbit?"
"I caught this rabbit myself, what's wrong with it?"
"But look, it has no fur, it doesn't move, and it doesn't make a sound. It smells like meat, yet you still say it's a rabbit."
Lin Feng frowned, puzzled.
"Brother Zhang, did you come up with any idea?"
"Hmm."
"Do you know what the top-notch disguise technique is?" Zhang Ze asked.
"The Hundred Facets Divine Skill of the Celestial Sect?"
"Wrong, the best disguise is disfigurement."
"Brother Feng, wait a bit, I'll meditate for a while."
Zhang Ze opened the system exchange panel and exchanged for the [Transformation Technique] from the Hundred Plays Sect.
The [Hundred Facets Divine Skill] of the Celestial Sect costs 130,000 exchange points and requires possession of an inner sect disciple token from the Celestial Sect for exchange.
But the [Transformation Technique] from the Hundred Plays Sect only costs 50 points.
It even comes with a full set of makeup tools.
According to the system, this thing is valued even lower than the Spirit Recognition Technique from the Puppet Beast Sect.
However, the Hundred Plays Sect wasn't wiped out and still exists well.
But the whole sect, including their Sect Leader Taoist Baixi, only has nineteen people.
They can't even gather enough for a football match.
As for the reason.
Zhang Ze in his past life really liked what King of the Wheel said to the Colorist in "Sword Rain".
"I've told you before, if you want to practice tricks, just practice tricks. If you want to practice martial arts, just practice martial arts. You always mix them up, it's a miracle you've survived till now."
It made so much sense.
The Hundred Facets Divine Skill can transform into reality, cultivated to a profound level, one person with a thousand faces, showing no flaws even before a Nascent Soul stage.
The Transformation Technique only changes appearance, temperament relies entirely on the actor's self-cultivation.
Fortunately, both Zhang Ze and Lin Feng's acting skills have been recognized by Mr. Wang He.
"Give me a moment, I'll put on some makeup."
Half an hour later, Zhang Ze walked out from behind the small woods.
Lin Feng looked at Zhang Ze's current appearance and cupped his hands.
"You are invincible, Brother Zhang."
Zhang Ze was wearing a change of clothes from Wang He, his face covered in knife scars, a few scars deeply visible down to the bone.
A blood-lined wound extended from his neck to his chest and abdomen.
All skin not covered by the black robe appeared an unhealthy grayish-white color.
Pale purple veins coursed along loose skin.
At this moment, Zhang Ze looked almost like a blood-drained corpse.
"Do I sound like that fatty?" Zhang Ze croaked.
"Close enough... anyway, not like a person."
In terms of the Blood Killing Technique, Zhang Ze guaranteed he was definitely a top expert.
In the system's trial space, he played himself to death several times.
If not for self-detonation, the appearance of someone killed by the Blood Killing Technique is just like his current look.
"Playing a mentally impaired fatty is really troublesome."
"But playing a white fatty with a hacked-up face and drained blood is simple."
Just like that rabbit, with fur it hops and jumps as a rabbit, greasy and aromatic it's also a rabbit.
Lin Feng can attest that the rabbit is a rabbit.
Wang He's storage ring and identity token can prove Zhang Ze is Wang He.
"I say, Brother Zhang… how did you do the skin and wounds..." Lin Feng asked.
"Oh, that. Isn't there a pile of dead pigs by the roadside over there, the meat is pork, skin is pigskin, bones are pig bones."
"Can't you disguise again tomorrow morning?"
"No way, this Transformation Technique requires a whole night for the effect to stabilize."
"So..."
"So you have to disguise too, you need to play the unlucky guy who fought Wang He for three hundred rounds but got counter-killed by the Blood Killing Technique."
"Brother Zhang might as well slash me a few times."
"No chance, no one's running off today."
The next day.
'Wang He' stumbled through the woods pushing the same cart that carried pig meat.
Lying on the cart was a man, from the clothing a disciple of the Righteous Path, but the body was blasted beyond recognition.
The chest rose and fell slightly, probably still alive.
As 'Wang He' pushed the cart to a gorge, the surrounding mountains and forests echoed with the calls of apes, and soon several masked black-robed cultivators gathered there.
"Who goes there?" the leader asked.
"Wang He. Make way, I'm busy."
"You... you're Wang He?"
'Wang He' raised a hand and tossed over his identity token.
After checking the token and confirming it was correct, the guard still didn't dare to let them pass.
'Wang He' took a deep breath, opened the storage ring, and with a flash of black light, a Ghost Head Cross Blade appeared in his hand.
"Move, I'm very busy now."
"You..."
"Move! Move! Move! I said I'm busy! Don't you understand?"
"I'm very busy right now! See this wretch?"
"I'm taking him to the dungeon to torment him, I want to make him unable to live or die!"
After speaking, 'Wang He' leaned weakly against the cart, his body shaking violently, black blood oozing from the wounds on his chest skin and upper body, while a rotten stench from the wounds also began to fill the air.
One of the black-robed guards seemed to harbor some bad intentions seeing Wang He's weak appearance.
But when he reached behind him, he saw Wang He making a hand seal.
Blood Killing Technique.
"…Let, let him pass."
The guards lifted the restriction, and 'Wang He' didn't look back, pushing the cart toward the gorge.
After Wang He left, one of the guards quietly asked.
"What happened to that dead fatty?"
"Probably sucked himself dry with the Blood Killing Technique, a pig-headed mind, who else but him would cherish the Blood Killing Technique."
"Looking at the state of the guy on the cart, he indeed was injured by the Blood Killing Technique."
"So pitiful, being counter-killed by that dead fatty, and still taken back to the helm for more torment."
"Hilarious, who knows who'll die first."
"Looking at Wang He's state, his essence is obviously damaged, he probably won't last a few days."
"Why didn't you make a move just now?"
"Yeah right, you guys were all watching the show, letting me go eat a self-detonation, I'm not stupid."
"Forget it, stop arguing, a good meal is never too late."
"I heard Wang He saved up a lot of spirit stones and spirit grass to research the Blood Killing Technique, if he dies, we..."
"Heh heh, I bet he won't survive tonight..."
"It's a pity he came back early, if he had delayed a few more days..."
They seemed to have thought of something amusing, gathered together and laughed.
Meanwhile, Zhang Ze had pushed the cart to a clearing with a view on the secret realm, which didn't seem to fit in with the immediate surroundings.
"Are these guys building a residential area?"
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