Zhang Shan and Bai Mo lived in the same neighborhood, both in small, old apartments.
A group of people knocked on Zhang Shan's door and entered the cramped living room. Even with four or five people seated, the space felt rather crowded.
Only Zhang Shan was at home, appearing a bit dazed, as if he was tired from doing homework, sitting on a small stool, undergoing a routine check.
"Where are your parents?"
"Working the night shift."
"Are you home alone?"
"Yes."
"Anything strange happen in your dreams lately? Tell us."
"Not really..."
As Zhang Shan spoke, Lu Zhou took notes, and the whole routine check proceeded smoothly. To some extent, it was more of a formality.
Bai Mo sat in the corner of the sofa, fiddling with a tablet, continuing his research on the Alchemy Dao, comfortably wasting time.
The entire routine check was nearing its end.
Suddenly, Lu Zhou wrinkled his nose.
"Why does it smell like blood?"
The Immortal Technique Committee members, including Bai Mo, all furrowed their brows.
If Lu Zhou hadn't mentioned it, they wouldn't have noticed.
But as soon as Lu Zhou spoke, they sniffed and indeed detected a very faint scent of blood!
Looking at Zhang Shan, they noticed his face suddenly turned fearful, "No... no... it's... it's my mom..."
As soon as he said this, the members of the Immortal Technique Committee all stood up from the sofa.
Two of them pulled out guns!
Two drew short knives!
Zhang Shan's mother was over fifty, past menopause. Where would the scent of blood come from?
Zhang Shan was lying!
Just as they were about to act, the bedroom door beside them suddenly flew open!
A thick scent of blood, so strong it tinged the air red, rushed out!
Lu Zhou and the four committee members tried to cover their noses and mouths, but it was too late!
The bloody, sweet aroma invaded their nostrils, rushed to their heads, making them feel as if they were plunged into a sea of red blood, their minds blank, unable to think, unaware of anything.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Four burly men collapsed one after another.
Zhang Shan's neck went limp, and he also slumped to the ground.
A young man walked out of the bedroom, with a garlic nose. He was a wanted criminal and Zhang Shan's senior brother, a disciple of Round Stone Ancient Immortal, Sequence Nine, [Bloodthirsty]!
His shirt was open, revealing a hairy chest still emitting the scent of blood! It was the exclusive skill of the Bloodthirsty sequence, [Blood Qi]! Using the intense smell of blood to stimulate human senses, triggering a stress response, making people stiff and faint.
He sneered coldly.
"A bunch of rotten garlic, sharp noses like damned dogs.
"If your noses weren't so sharp, you wouldn't have provoked me.
"Since your noses are so sharp, you might as well die."
He bent down, reaching for Lu Zhou's neck...
Suddenly, he sensed something was off.
He saw a young man still sitting on the sofa with a disgusted expression, putting on a mask.
Huh?
Why wasn't the Blood Qi working?
The garlic nose furrowed his brows, "You damn dog, quite resistant, huh? I'll send you on your way first!"
He lunged fiercely, his face twisted, fingers forming claws, reaching for Bai Mo's throat!
[Blood Qi] not only could cause others to faint but also awaken his own ferocity!
His eyes were bloodshot, baring his teeth, as he pounced forward like a bloodthirsty beast!
At this moment...
White mist rose beneath Bai Mo's feet.
From the mist, six fiery red figures rushed forward, colliding with the garlic nose in mid-air!
It was six fox apprentices, two attacking the upper route, two the middle, and two the lower route. In one move, the enemy was knocked backwards, crashing hard into the wall of Zhang Shan's house, causing the ceiling chandelier to sway, dust falling down.
The six fox apprentices landed gracefully, wagging their tails, basking in triumph! Before coming, they had taken more than ten kinds of boosting and antidote potions, and now their nostrils were exhaling medicated vapors, in perfect condition! As for the bloody smell in the air, it had been neutralized by the antidotes. Though, which exact potion worked was unknown since they had taken so many...
Even before their master ordered, the six fox apprentices charged forward, giving the garlic nose a good beating!
Seeing the garlic nose still trying to struggle, the fox apprentice Black Gloves extended a poison-tipped claw, jabbing it into the garlic nose's butt!
"Pfft!"
The claw pierced in, the garlic nose's butt bled, his whole body went limp, collapsing onto the floor. Even his breathing was weak and labored.
It turned out that the poison on Black Gloves' claws was a muscle-paralyzing toxin, capable of instantly paralyzing all muscles. The garlic nose, having been poisoned, was now almost like a paralyzed man.
...
Bai Mo paid no attention to the scuffle, instead getting up to check on Zhang Shan and Lu Zhou and the others. Confirming they were unharmed, only overwhelmed by the intense Blood Qi, triggering a stress response, temporarily dazed.
In such cases, the best remedy for the body was time! Wait a day or two, and they would recover on their own.
He carried them all to Zhang Shan's bedroom bed, to prevent them from catching cold.
Bai Mo returned to the living room, seeing the subdued garlic nose.
He took out his phone, flipping through the wanted posters app, locating this man's face.
"He has fifteen lives on him?"
Bai Mo raised an eyebrow.
This guy was actually a mad killer?
Looking at him, Bai Mo was reminded of the Ancient Immortal restriction within him, that mysterious thing capable of exploding a spleen!
"How exactly is that thing achieved? Investigate it?"
In truth, Bai Mo wasn't that afraid of the Ancient Immortal. Though he had never seen an Ancient Immortal, the prescriptions and Pill Scriptures he studied daily were penned by them. Honestly speaking, the Immortal Technique level of Ancient Immortals might not be that genius. There were some fools among them.
The restrictions of Ancient Immortals might not be impossible to bypass.
"Just a few minutes, let's give it a try."
Bai Mo's Divine Sense reached Fox Mountain, calling for disciples to bring medicine.
...
Before long, the limp garlic nose was thrown into the bathroom, seated on the toilet.
He was completely feeble.
"Want to interrogate me?
"Heh, go ahead.
"In your hands, I'm dead anyway.
"If you interrogate me, I just die faster."
Bai Mo sat at the bathroom door, facing the garlic nose.
He was disinclined to pay attention to the garlic nose. What he really needed to handle next was the Ancient Immortal restriction, having little to do with him.
White mist rose at his feet again, and another disciple emerged.
This time it was a white-faced fox named Bai Liandan'Er, the warehouse manager of Fox Mountain, knowledgeable about various substances.
It held a tray of bottles and jars, first giving its master a smile, rubbing its head against his leg.
Bai Mo looked back at the six fox apprentices.
"Get ready for the interrogation.
"Everyone, get ready and stay focused!"