Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol 1 By Mo Xiang Tong Xiu-pdfread.net

only a layer of skin pressed against her skull remained. The man’s arm that
did not belong to her fell off of her left shoulder, yet its fingers could still
move as it willed. It was as if it were stretching, the pulsing of its veins
clearly visible.
flag.
That thing was the evil that had been summoned by the spirit-attraction
Dismemberment was a standard violent death. It was a little more
dignified than the way Wei Wuxian had died, though not by much. Unlike
being crushed to ashes, the limbs of a dismembered corpse retained a part of
the grudges of the deceased. One would yearn to return to its body, yearn to
die a complete corpse. Thus, it would also attempt to seek out the other parts
of its body. Once found, the corpse would then perhaps rest in peace and
satisfaction, or perhaps wreak greater havoc. If the rest of its original body
wasn’t found, however, a limb could only go for the second-best option.
What was the second-best option? Seek out the bodies of living
humans and make do, just as this left arm had demonstrated: devour the left
arm of the living, take its place, and suck out the living human’s spirit, blood,
and flesh. Then abandon the body to continue searching for the next host.
This would continue until all parts of its original corpse were found.
Once this arm attached itself to a body, it was instant death for the host,
though prior to their blood and flesh being completely eaten, the human could
still move normally under the arm’s control, as if still alive. After the arm had
been summoned, the first vessel it found was Mo Ziyuan. The second vessel
was Mo Ziyuan’s father. When Madam Mo had told her husband to get lost,
he’d acted out of character and pushed her. At first, Wei Wuxian had thought
it was because the man was heartbroken because of his son’s death and that
he had also had enough of his wife’s unreasonable behavior. In retrospect,
that had not been the demeanor of a father who had just lost his son. That had
not been the stupor of despair—it had been stillness. The stillness of the dead.
The third vessel was A-Tong, and the fourth was Madam Mo. The left
arm took advantage of the chaos when the lights went out earlier to migrate
to her body. And when Madam Mo was killed, the last cut on Wei Wuxian’s
wrist had also vanished with her demise.
Seeing how the talismans were useless but their clothes were not, all
the Lan youths each stripped off their outer robes and threw them at the left