Feng Jun had already climbed up.
He pulled out a bright steel rod from his waist and hit the old man's head with only a few hairs left.
It was obvious that his strength was weaker than ever, almost at the end of his strength.
The old man didn't dodge at all, but grabbed a handful of longevity soil and stuffed it into his mouth.
Feng Jun's face became even darker, and he began to look miserable.
I have completely understood it.
The soil in the copper bowl somehow carries Feng Jun's fate. This is a way to steal life and longevity!
Mr. Qi sent me here just to kill me!
And he eats a bowl of rice a day at home, and I have already thought about the origin of that rice.
"Feng Jun, don't let him eat that dirt!"
I suddenly took a few steps out, and the old man suddenly raised his head and stared at me.
Suddenly, his eyes became extremely sharp, and there was still a bit of excitement in his eyes: "There is actually another one following you, a Tang suit? Mr. Feng Shui?" Feng Jun's body trembled. He was originally going to hit the old man's head, but at this moment he stopped his hand and directly hit him He slapped the old man on the wrist.
The old man laughed ferociously and poured the longevity soil in the bowl towards Feng Jun's face.
He moved even faster, and directly strangled Feng Jun's wrist with his other hand.
Feng Jun was already weak, but the old man's skills were clean and neat. When he caught Feng Jun, Feng Jun's face was also covered with dirt.
The next moment, he kicked Feng Jun in the chest.
How could Feng Jun have the strength to resist? He groaned in pain and completely curled up on the ground.
All this happened so fast, the old man smiled strangely at me again, turned around and headed into the house.
I had already rushed to Feng Jun's side. I didn't care to check his situation and chased him directly into the house.
For the first moment, the light in the room was very dark. This sudden change in light made my eyes go dark.
I quickly took out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and looked around cautiously.
The room in the Tsuchiya was actually not that narrow, but it was too dark and the walls were thick, making it seem very cramped.
In a gap of more than ten seconds at most, the old man disappeared.
At least at first glance I couldn't find where he was.
There is a wooden bed in the corner of the room, and there are many coffins in the rest of the room...
These coffins were erected against the wall, and the coffins were not covered with lids.
What frightened me even more was that there were corpses in every coffin.
Just seeing a dead body doesn't scare me.
After such a long time and so many things, I have seen too many corpses.
What scares me is the way these corpses are dressed...
Some of the corpses were wearing Tang suits, with compasses and bronze mirrors hung around their waists, and other Feng Shui master stuff.
There are also corpses wearing Taoist robes, and what they hang are Taoist magic weapons such as peach wood swords and whisks.
The signs of death of almost every corpse are broken eyebrows, broken noses, and cracks in the Yintang!
These people have had their lives and longevity stolen!
Suddenly I thought, the old man must not have done this kind of thing once or twice just now. Mr. Qi just started learning, so he must have taught me.
Previously, he vomited out the longevity soil watered with Feng Jun's blood, saying that Feng Qu was not a Feng Shui master.
He was waiting on this mountain. Are these Feng Shui masters brought up by Mr. Qi?
With the financial resources of the Qi family, if you trick these Feng Shui masters into going up the mountain, they will never return?
Thinking about this clearly in an instant, I felt even more chilled.
This old man can kill these Feng Shui masters and Taoist priests, but this old man will never be that simple. It will not be of any benefit to me to fight him head-on and fight to death.
I was about to turn around and leave.
As a result, there was a soft rustling sound, and something seemed to fall behind me, bringing with it a cool breeze.
The wind blew to my ears, as if there was someone behind me blowing into my ears.
In an instant, goosebumps broke out all over my body, and my scalp trembled.
I didn't look back and kicked my legs back hard!
I don't know if this breath was blown by someone or something. If I turned around rashly, I would be blown away.
I exerted all my strength with this kick, but there was a soft clatter, as if I had kicked through a layer of paper.
I turned around in surprise, and the person I kicked was actually a person tied with paper...
It was suspended from a thin rope and hung in front of me.
The paper man has no face, but the clothes tied with paper are colorful.
That blank paper face without features was facing me, not to mention how depressing it was.
I cursed secretly, opened the paper man and tried to walk out.
As a result, this arm hit something extremely hard. I hissed and took a breath of cold air.
With a crash, a big hole opened in the paper man's chest, and what came out were two withered arms.
On the old man's bare head, only a few hairs were fluttering in the wind. His eyes were full of greed and desire. One of his hands directly held my right hand, and the other hand held down my left hand.
To be honest, he moved too fast, and he was hiding inside the paper man. I was indeed on guard just now, but when I found out it was a paper man, I wanted to get out quickly, without thinking that there would be someone hiding inside the paper man. ?
The old man still holds the copper bowl between his thumb and index finger on his left hand!
The next moment, he directly broke off my hands and pressed the copper bowl together hard. I held the copper bowl tightly in my palms.
The sharp edge cut both of my thumbs directly.
The pain wasn't severe, just stinging.
In an instant, blood oozed from my hand. In an instant, I felt that the bowl was very heavy, and my body was also very heavy. It was too heavy to struggle and move.
The old man stared at me with his eyes, and there was even more greed in his eyes. He licked the corner of his mouth and said: "You are a very smart young man. The long wooden box you are hanging looks a bit familiar to me. Is it pretending to be an abacus? You are not Feng Shui master, you are Mr. Yin Yang!" The old man's drake voice was even more harsh, but his eyes made me feel depressed and uncomfortable.
I tried my best to break free, but the heavy feeling was too strong, worse than the collision...
Lifting my legs, I wanted to kick him again.
He reluctantly raised his leg and finally kicked it out, but he blocked it with a light block.
My head was also a little dizzy, as if there was a voice driving me to do what I should do.
His eyelids were a little heavy, and he subconsciously lowered his head to look. After the edge of the copper bowl was covered with blood, it seemed that the bowl itself had lines. These lines must be soaked in blood to appear.
"Mr. Yin Yang's life must be very long. When you bring the soil and honor me, I will pick a good coffin for you." I will lose consciousness in the next moment and become like Feng Jun.
But at this moment, the copper bowl in my hand suddenly trembled.
The bottom of the bowl was soaked with blood, but there were several cracks on the bottom of the bowl...
The copper bowl... was broken!
The old man was shocked: "This... this is impossible, the bowl actually broke... What is your destiny?"
