These storage bags could not be stored in the green ring, so some were given to Yan Zi, Li Junhai, and Shao Run. The rest were troublesome to throw away, and it was a pity to throw them away. They were always tied around Xu Shu's waist.
Unexpectedly, it came in handy at this moment. With the green ring on his finger, no one else could see it except him.
He destroyed a storage bag, and even if Zhao Qiankun asked famous experts to help, he couldn't repair it in ten days and a half.
These storage bags have become an excellent way to hide the existence of the Green Ring.
"What's this?"
Gu Chun pointed at the demon collecting bag on Xu Shu's waist and shouted sharply.
Xu Shu untied the demon bag and threw it towards Gu Chun. Gu Chun took it and was about to open it when he was stopped by the pockmarked middle-aged man standing behind Xia Yuanrang.
He was wearing a wide-legged skirt and shirt, and his attire did not look like a Middle-earth character. A row of gloomy white bone skull balls hung around his neck, each one about the size of a baby's head.
"But it's a scam?"
Gu Chun took a step back and stuffed the dead demon bag to the pockmarked middle-aged man like he was avoiding a snake or a scorpion.
A cloud of black energy emerged from the pockmarked middle-aged man's body, and he held the demon collection bag. The black energy spread around him, and he opened the demon collection bag.
With a swish, he jumped out with a cry, his hooves flying into the air, and he stretched his body. With the head of a dragon and the body of a cat, he instantly attracted the attention of the audience.
"Crying, this, this is the cry of ghosts and monsters!"
The pock-marked middle-aged man's scream was one part fear and one part ecstasy.
Before the cry ended, there was a swish of the ground, dragging the black energy in the demon bag, turning into a rope and rolling towards the cry.
The black energy floated, extremely swift, and it swept up the cry in one fell swoop, tying it up tightly.
The pock-marked middle-aged man looked up to the sky and laughed, and was about to put his cry into the demon bag. Xu Shu's eyebrows skipped a beat, and he was about to take action.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth to cry, but no sound came out.
The next moment, everyone felt that a steel needle had been stabbed into Tianling Gai, and their souls were trembling.
The indescribable trembling pain that comes from the depths of the soul is extremely painful.
Xu Shu had experienced the "crying" of crying, and it was like hearing thunder in silence.
But this time, the "crying" of crying sounded a bit weak to Xu Shu. It was far less shocking than the last time, which caused a brief blank period in the brain.
He was trying to figure out the cause and effect, and when he took a closer look, he saw that the soldiers and horses outside fell to the ground. In the courtyard, the only ones standing were Chen Tailei, Xia Yuanrang, the pockmarked middle-aged man, and Xu Shu himself.
Even Guo Zhongtong barely managed to hold on to a tree before he could stand firm. His face was dark green and extremely difficult to see.
After crying, "crying", he took a big breath, and all the black energy that bound it was sucked into its mouth.
"This this……"
The pock-marked middle-aged man was shocked. The black energy was the death energy he collected from countless ghosts and sacrificed to him. It had unparalleled magical effects.
He has always heard of his ability to cry, which has always been his trump card.
It seems that the one in front of me is still in a state of complete ignorance and should not have such abilities at all.
"No matter what, such a superb cry, if you don't take it down, you will be punished by God!"
The pock-marked middle-aged man suddenly rubbed his hands together, and a green flying needle came out of his sleeves.
The green flying needle was just wrapped in a black air, and just as it was about to shoot out, there was a crisp sound, and the flying needle exploded in the air, turning into countless iron filings and scattering in the wind.
The pockmarked middle-aged man was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, glaring at Xu Shu with endless anger.
Xu Shu didn't even look at him, and the two strongmen holding him on the side couldn't help but relax their arms.
Only then did the two believe what Gu Chun said, so what could they do if they took ten beef tendon ropes?
"Hoo, ho..."
Crying and suddenly gasping for breath, within a moment, the little body doubled in size and turned into a round sphere.
The sphere continued to expand, swelling to the size of two basketballs.
Suddenly, after a burst of helpless and urgent sounds, the cry returned to its original form, and he lay on the ground without making a sound.
Xu Shu knew that the crying nature was very narrow-minded, and the crying temper in the seedling stage was very strong, and he actually fainted from anger.
The pockmarked middle-aged man was overjoyed before taking action and glanced at Xu Shu warily.
But he saw Xu Shu clenching his fist and waving to Cry.
Dizzy and crying, she suddenly woke up and rushed into Xu Shu's arms.
Xu Shu covered his crying mouth with his hand. The next moment, his crying body began to tremble violently.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Shu whispered a few words to Cry, and with a big hand, Cry was thrown into the sky and disappeared in an instant.
The middle-aged man with a pockmarked face was inexplicably shocked. According to the "Demon Code", Crying has a quick and changeable temper and is the most untamable.
But the scene that happened before him almost overturned his cognition.
Weeping was obviously in a comatose state, but Xu could revive him with a wave of his hand. What kind of evil method was this?
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and take it away!"
Xia Yuanrang ordered in a muffled voice.
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"The house is small enough to accommodate the knees, and the eaves are high enough to meet the old trees. Open the Xuan to level the Beidou, and feel that it is too low."
Xu Shu sat on a dusty stone bed, and such a poem came to his mind unconsciously.
He could not remember who the original author was, but he knew that this must be a poem he had heard in his previous life.
He didn't panic when he ended up like this.
I have thought about my future, and at worst I don’t want to be an official. With my current ability, I can get as much as I want in the world.
The last bit of goodwill he had towards the Zhou government was wiped out by Zhao Qiankun's misdeeds.
This is a dark system that has no right or wrong and only cares about official status.
Even though his original intention of joining Chunshen Station was just to cultivate among the six gates.
But since I put on this official uniform, the thought of protecting the country and the people and protecting the country has always been lingering in my mind.
Now he was tired, weary, and disappointed.
He had been detained for more than three hours and no one came to interrogate him.
This secret room, which is less than ten square meters, is located in Chunshen Station.
The strange thing is that Xu Shu, as an old man at Chunshen Station, never knew that such a secret interrogation room existed.
The small house was equipped with all kinds of torture instruments, and there were water tanks on all sides. The sound of running water could be heard all winter and winter.
Xu Shu had read "A Comprehensive Review of Punishment" and knew that this setting had two uses.
One is to facilitate the cruel water torture, and the other is to use the sound of water in winter to break the prisoner's spiritual world.
When a person is in an absolutely quiet environment, the sound of water flowing in winter will be sharply amplified. The constant sound of water becomes a huge mental torture, causing the prisoner extreme pain and severe hallucinations.
He felt that the sound of water flowing resonated with the sound of his own blood flowing, forcing the prisoner to tear open his blood vessels.
Xu Shu didn't think these routines were useful to him.
He doesn't even need to leave his body, as long as he closes his six senses, it is not difficult to enter a state of forgetfulness of things and self.
He believed that Zhao Qiankun was not a fool and would not play such unflattering tricks with him.
Having made comprehensive plans, Xu Shu no longer wasted energy on the future. He sat cross-legged and began to practice the "Pure Yang Imperial Palace True Method".
He is now somewhat addicted to cultivation. He feels like an old farmer tending a piece of fertile land.
Watching the fields being plowed little by little, the seeds growing into seedlings little by little, and the seedlings heading little by little, this sense of accomplishment makes people feel deep in their hearts.
I was forgetting myself in cultivation, but I was disturbed by the sound of the door opening.
