As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

After getting closer, lingering sounds suddenly came from the side room.

The song is melodious and long-lasting, with the playful tone of a drake's voice.

The sounds continued one after another, but it was clear that they did not hear the sound outside the wing.

"Ning Caichen, are you cold?"

They arrived at an ordinary room with nothing unusual about the furniture.

Sikong Wuyuan hugged his arms and rubbed them, his whole body was freezing.

Jiang Ming didn't feel anything and looked at Sikong Wuyuan.

"Cold? The temperature in this room is quite normal."

He felt that there was something unusual about Sikong Wuyuan.

Just as Jiang Ming was thinking about it, he also noticed some subtle red spots on Sikong Wuyuan's body.

But the other person didn't seem to know it and was still scratching.

"Didn't you notice there's something growing on you?"

Sikong Wuyuan was confused for a moment, and then looked at the palm of his hand, which was full of red spots.

This was something he had never experienced before.

"What is this? I've never had it before."

Sikong Wuyuan looked carefully and kept touching the red spot with his hand.

Seeing this red spot, he became inexplicably agitated.

"Don't touch it. These red spots may be related to this room."

Jiang Ming quickly stopped Sikong Wuyuan's hand, but he suddenly felt a strong pain. He couldn't help but said with a sad look on his face: "This erythema seems to have blended into my skin."

"Don't worry, I'll take a look."

Jiang Ming was relatively calm, but he couldn't stop complaining in his heart.

When did this erythema develop? It's really confusing.

Especially since he was with Sikong Wuyuan.

While Jiang Ming was watching, Sikong Wuyuan noticed a small thing coming over.

He raised his hand to block the thing. The thing did no harm, but it crawled into Sikong Wuyuan's body.

Sikong Wuyuan felt as if a small opening had opened in his body and something had gotten in.

"I……"

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but his head felt buzzing and painful.

Then he realized that he seemed to be unable to control himself. When he looked again, he slapped Jiang Ming with his own hand.

Jiang Ming was quite agile and tied up Sikong Wuyuan directly.

Sikong Wuyuan saw the rope and completely suspected that Jiang Ming was carrying the rope with him.

"You're possessed again."

Jiang Ming glanced at Sikong Wuyuan sympathetically.

He felt that Sikong Wuyuan knew what he was talking about.

Sikong Wuyuan:......

No one is so lucky.

"But you're lucky, now you have at least some consciousness."

Jiang Ming saw Sikong Wuyuan's actions and said something comforting to him.

Sikong Wuyuan became sad.

The situation cannot develop like this, help...

And then, Sikong Wuyuan found that his body was moving again.

He took a step forward and flew towards Jiang Ming, punching him one after another.

These fists did not hit Jiang Ming, and Jiang Ming punched them back.

Sikong Wuyuan dodged, feeling agitated again.

He had no way to control his body, and he didn't want to lose both sides with Ning Caichen.

He tried to break out of the confinement, but still couldn't. Even the spiritual power in his body refused to obey him and kept imprisoning him.

Sikong Wuyuan was angry.

He, a person who has been through so much, can't even control a mere thing?

Jiang Ming took the opportunity to get behind Sikong Wuyuan and thrust into the back of his neck. Sikong Wuyuan immediately took control.

And then an invisible thing suddenly appeared on him.

The invisible thing rushed forward quickly, and no one could notice it at all.

Jiang Ming could see it clearly.

He knew that the invisible thing had controlled Sikong Wuyuan, so he took a step forward and pulled the invisible thing back.

With such a tug, the invisible thing suddenly showed its original face.

What attracted the most attention was his teeth, which were yellow and yellow, and he was wearing tattered clothes.

It has a sharp beak on its face and two ears on its head.

In order to prevent this thing from doing anything to him and Sikong Wuyuan, Jiang Ming specially tied this man up.

"Let me go, be careful, I'll kill you soon!"

Sikong Wuyuan looked coldly.

"What are you? You look like a ghost or a ghost."

The man was immediately hit in a painful spot. He glared at Sikong Wuyuan and said, "I am the Monkey God of the Qingguo Kingdom. Logically speaking, new residents like you should be respectful to us."

"We? What companions do you have now?"

This sentence made both Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan alert.

They looked around and soon discovered the same kind as the so-called monkey god.

It was transparent, but Jiang Ming pulled it out and revealed its original shape.

"Brother, I was discovered after all."

The other monkey god hugged the first monkey god with tears in his eyes.

"Why are you crying? If it weren't for you, a stupid guy, would I be restrained by these humans?"

And then, the monkey god burst into laughter.

"You will never be able to catch me. We are destined to meet again."

After saying this, the monkey god immediately left with his younger brother.

Where did the two of them go?

Sikong Wuyuan then looked around and looked carefully, but still could not find the monkey god.

Then they continued walking forward, but they were always on guard for fear that the monkey god and his brother would come back again.

The second room was better than the first, but it had some more furniture that was hard to understand.

Jiang Ming noticed a painting on the wall, stepped forward and touched it, and heard the third person's voice.

"Don't touch me, I'm not something you can touch."

Jiang Ming was dumbfounded. He looked around and found that there were only two people: him and Sikong Wuyuan. He had no idea who the third person was.

Then he made another bold guess.

Could it be that this painting is talking?

Finally, like Er Sha, he pointed at the painting and said, "Are you talking?"

When Sikong Wuyuan heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "Ning Caichen, are you walking stupidly? How can this painting talk?"

Unexpectedly, at this time, he suddenly heard some sounds.

"Humph, you really have no polite words, why can't you speak?"

Sikong Wuyuan realized something, and immediately looked at the painting in horror, and said to Jiang Ming: "I seem to have heard what these words said, these words can really speak!"

"I think it may not be what the painting said, but maybe someone else is teasing us based on these words."

Jiang Ming immediately changed his mind and then started looking for that person again.

Then he heard some additional sounds.

"There's no need to look for it. I'm not a human being at all. I'm just this painting. If you don't believe it, forget it." (End of Chapter)