Chapter Ninety-Three Northeastern Accent

  A sour and astringent smell of decay wafted through the air. Spider webs were strewn across the broken temple's laneway. The ground was littered with dirt and filth, and the few golden statues of gods that remained no longer had their golden bodies, but still held their mighty poses, each grasping swords in hand. However, their faces had all been smoothed away.

  Just walked two steps, a "squeak" sound came from underfoot, a small, round creature with a clumsy gait ran by. Liang Xin looked up and finally couldn't hold it in anymore, letting out an odd cry of "ah".

  What was running past his feet was a grey mouse, nothing unusual about that. But this mouse had on its head a face the size of a real person's, with features and whiskers and an expression. "A middle-aged man, crying with a long face, glared at Liang Xin with a scowl!"

  The body is as big as a human face, and mice can only move with their heads tilted back as much as possible.

  The old woman in front walked with a heh-heh-heh smile, her laughter full of complacency. She led them around the Shenjin and through the Kuaiyuan, all the way to the Nei Tang. The short walk of several dozen steps made Liang Xin's scalp tingle. Rats with human faces were everywhere, some scowling in annoyance, others showing fear on their faces, and some even stopping to exchange smiles and greetings with the outsider.

  With a thud, Yangjiao Cui was finally frightened into a daze and fell headfirst into Liang Xin's arms.

  They arrived at the inner hall, and the old lady beckoned them to wait a moment before turning around and leaving. Liang Xin finally let out a breath of relief and stared at Lang Ya: "How can this be so eerie?"

  The words had barely left his lips when a soft, small hand covered his mouth. Langya's face was filled with anxiety as he whispered, "Don't speak recklessly!"

  Seeing Liang Xin nodding, Lang Ya finally let out a breath and explained in a low voice: "Face Po is a real high-ranking person, rarely contacting outsiders, of course not under my master's command. I also coincidentally helped her once, later when I had time, I came to visit her, and after walking around more often, we became familiar with each other."

  The fairy woman laughed again: "She is very good to me, you'd better not bully me, otherwise she will be angry and strike out with her hand, and you will have no use for eight lives."

  Liáng Xīn hated and felt helpless about the fact that Láng Yǔ could always change the subject with a smile, shaking his head without a good expression: "Let's talk business!"

  "Eh! Luan Yue excitedly responded with a loud voice, then continued: "The cultivation of the old woman is extremely high, according to my estimation, it won't be inferior to that of Dong Ling lao tou from Tong Chuan Fu. Moreover, she has another extraordinary great skill!"

  Liang Yu closed his mouth at this point. Mei Zi looked up and down at Liang Xin with a satisfied expression.

  Liáng Xīn couldn't help but bitterly smile and asked: "What great skill?"

  "Save face!"

  Liang Xin was about to ask further, but Lang Ya shook her head and just smiled: "It's hard to explain in a few words, you'll understand later."

  After a few words, the old woman came back, this time with a slender man following behind her, but on the man's head, like a bride, was covered with a large red cloth.

  The man's footsteps were slow, as if he was sleepwalking.

  The old woman walked all the way to the two young men before suddenly removing the tall man's "red headscarf" with a pop.

  Liang Xin was on full alert, prepared to be frightened again. However, after taking a closer look at the tall man's appearance, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It was just a thin, middle-aged face with closed eyes.

  The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, with a somewhat weak and bookish air about him. The only unusual thing was that his eyebrows were too straight, without any edges or curves, just like they were drawn with a ruler and a brush dipped in ink.

  It's just that these eyebrows, looking at them for a while, will make people feel a kind of "horizontal anger"! Absolutely can't provoke this horizontal anger!

  Liang Xin was unclear, but Lang Ya approached closer, carefully looking at this face. After a moment, she suddenly cheered and turned her head, not minding the old woman's dirty and ugly appearance at all, and hugged her tightly. Laughing and jumping, she loudly praised: "It's really the same person, no mistake, it's really divine art!"

  The old woman's laughter was also full of joy. Coughing, she said: "Your master practices wood-based magic, to nurture his face, you must find a wood-based monster as a model, nothing else will do. It wasn't easy to catch this little wooden monster, it took some effort. Are you satisfied with the current state? If so, I'll record this face for now."

  Langya nodded hastily, her eyes shining with excitement and joy, saying "Satisfied, satisfied!" After laughing until she was tired, she said to Liang Xin: "The place we're going to has Master's subordinates guarding it, a hard attack is absolutely impossible. I've asked my mother-in-law to help me grow a fake face of Master's, which I'll give you to wear later. With me by your side, we'll guarantee success."

  Liáng Xīn roughly understood what was going on, looked at the wooden demon used as a mold, and frowned: "Things that can be solved with magic to disguise oneself, why make it so troublesome"

  Langya burst out laughing and interrupted him: "The guards sent by the master are six-step cultivators, what kind of illusion can deceive them?! And as for the face-nurturing technique of the old lady, it's not something that can be compared to those minor skills!" Langya leaned in closer to her and lowered his voice, saying: "Illusions are Daoist techniques, fake; but the faces nurtured by the old lady are real."

  Just as she was speaking, the old woman suddenly let out a low growl, shook off her aged and decrepit appearance, leapt into mid-air, and wildly revolved around Mu Yao, her palms moving like the wind, striking one handprint after another onto his body. Finally, her ten fingers hooked together, grasped his chin, and jerked it upwards with great force!

  Liáng Xīn instinctively reacted, shouting "Stop!" and arched his body as if to rush out to save someone, but then he suddenly opened his mouth wide in astonishment.

  A middle-aged man's face rested in an old woman's hands, opened his eyes to look around, then closed them again with a hint of impatience.

  But the slender-bodied wooden demon didn't become a bloody mess after its skin was peeled off, as Liang Xin had imagined. Instead, his face was smooth, as if it had been coated with a layer of wax that could be seen with the naked eye. The "wax" slowly melted and evaporated into the air, revealing the wooden demon's true appearance:

  Interesting lips are red, nose is straight and mouth is wide, eyebrows are slanted and gathered, compared to Zheng Xiaodao, they are more sharp.

  Langya's eyes lit up even more, and he exclaimed in surprise, "So it's a handsome little demon!"

  The old woman in her hand holding "face" heard that smiled and said: "If you like it, I will leave him here.

  Langya seemed startled and looked pitifully at Liang Xin, shaking her head firmly: "Don't!"

  Liang Xin was at a loss for words, his mouth agape, silently telling the demoness: "Don't try this trick!"

  Langya burst out laughing again, seemingly in a good mood. At this time, the young wooden demon's body shook violently and woke up, his eyes scanning the three people in front of him with some confusion, his face gradually turning pale, finally staring at the old witch. He asked in a low voice: "Old witch, what did you catch me for?"

  Muyao's memory was still stuck in front of him, when he was knocked unconscious by a slap from the old witch in the deep mountains.

  The old woman didn't even bother to look at him, carefully stroking the "face" in her hand, and said without lifting her head: "Get out, you who have served as a model for my fetus, I won't kill you on the spot."

  The wooden demon knew it was no match for the old woman, and after a moment of hesitation, it shouted loudly at her face: "You caught me without reason and hurt me. This grudge will be avenged sooner or later!" As soon as the words fell, a green light flashed, and just as it was about to disappear, the old woman coughed and waved her hand coldly, saying: "Get out of my Mountain God Temple, and don't try your dogshit magic tricks again!"

  Green light was shattered, Mu Yao rolled all the way, wailing and screaming, and was thrown out of the Mountain God Temple by Facel Baba.

  Liáng Xīn originally had a strong dislike for this wicked old woman, but seeing that she didn't randomly take lives, he let out a sigh of relief.

  At this time, the old woman raised her head and looked at him again, making a smile that made people's hair stand on end: "Good boy, don't move, I'll give you a face now."

  Liang Xin didn't ask anything clearly, and she didn't dare let her "put on a face" in case it couldn't be taken off afterwards. But before she could speak, she felt an irresistible force suddenly enveloping her, making her entire body unable to move slightly. She could only stare blankly as the old woman walked over with a sly smile, stretched out her arm with great effort, and pressed that face onto Liang Xin's own face!

  "Don't be afraid, it's okay"

  A strange itchiness spread, and Liang Xin felt it intensely. The middle-aged man's face was stretching out countless tentacles, crawling into his pores along the way. It didn't hurt, but the nauseating, slimy feeling stirred up his internal organs. At this time, Liang Xin heard Cang Ya sigh beside him and say, "Auntie, don't let him suffer so much, just knock him out."

  Suddenly, Liang Xin felt a severe headache and lost consciousness.

  In the midst of a deep coma, Liang Xin had non-stop nightmares. The people around him kept changing constantly. Qu Qing Shi was explaining a case to him when he suddenly turned into Da Si Wu holding gold bricks; Xiao Tai fought alongside him but at a critical moment she suddenly transformed into Zhuo Bu Zhou making faces and winking.

  When Liang Xin woke up again, the itching and discomfort had disappeared. She opened her eyes to find a blurry scene before her, followed by a cry of surprise. As she pulled back and widened her field of vision, she saw that it was actually Lang Ya.

  At the moment when Langya was carefully observing with his head bowed, Liang Xin suddenly opened his eyes. This time, he also scared the demon girl enough, her small face turned white, looking like she wanted to get angry, but in the end, she smiled bitterly and said: "Grandma said you would wake up after 71 hours, you really are on time!"

  Liang Xin snapped back to reality, recalling the events that had just transpired. He hastily flipped over and jumped up, exerting his strength. "Ziwei" and "Beidou" were both there, so he put down half of his worries.

  Langya smiled and said, "Wait a minute!" He turned around and ran out, and when he came back, he was holding a huge copper mirror in his hands. With a joyful expression, he said, "Quickly take a look!" A middle-aged man with a rough and arrogant air appeared!

  Liang Xin barely suppressed the shock in his heart and said, "This is a mess!" As soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly covered it with his hand, although only four words were spoken, but they weren't his voice!

  A new voice, low and husky, with a strong Northeastern accent, the face is also changed by "facial cultivation", not only the appearance, figure, temperament, but even the sound of speech has changed.

  Langya seemed to know what he was wondering, and chuckled crisply from behind the copper mirror: "I stole three hairs from my master, one eyelash, two fingernails, and a drop of saliva. Please ask your wife to nurture his face, plant it on you, and except for your cultivation, everything will become my master. Even if you don't move your hands, even Da Luo Jinxian can't tell them apart!"

  Although cultivation cannot be changed, even if it is a "tea boundary" living god, if you don't take action, relying solely on spiritual awareness to explore, you can't see the difference between the two!

  "If it weren't for this, how would I dare to be called a face-saving old lady!" With a hoarse breathing sound, the old woman bent her waist and back, slowly walking into the house.

  Liáng Xīn bowed sincerely to the old lady, speaking in a Northeastern accent that even he could barely understand: "What's up, elder? Can this thing be exchanged later on? This guy... won't I end up like this forever?" He couldn't help but exclaim: "You say what kind of thing is this?"

  Bang! Langya threw away the copper mirror and covered her stomach, laughing so hard she was jumping up and down: "Too alike!"