Chapter 6 Appetizers
Wei Tong told everything that happened at Wei Tong's house. Song Xin was still surprised when he heard that Liu Mi could actually stab Wei Tong.
"I didn't expect the skills of Liu Mi and Zheng Yue. They moved so quickly that I couldn't catch any flaws. Brother Xian, I suspect they are also practitioners."
Song Xin frowned and pondered for a moment and then said: "It shouldn't be the case. As far as I know, what Wen Xian taught them was to annihilate their descendants. They must have used some other method."
"Other ways?" Wei Tong was slightly surprised, and then thought that Song Xin also gave him some talismans when he was in Jingzhou, and later saved him from life and death crises many times.
"I've heard of a kind of talisman called the 'Spirit Borrowing Talisman'. When attached to the body, ordinary people can gain the abilities of an alchemist at the first level. I guess this is the talisman they used."
"Same as a practitioner?" Wei Tong was surprised, "Then what if they use it against you..."
Song Xin smiled and said, "That's courting death. Borrowing spiritual talismans can only allow ordinary people to obtain the abilities of an alchemist at the first level. It may be a bit threatening among mortals, but among practitioners, they are no different from ordinary people."
Wei Tong was relieved and said, "That's it."
"But this spiritual talisman is not a good thing." Song Xin said with a smile, "It will extract people's original energy to temporarily make people stronger, but as long as the talisman is used three times, at least three years of life will be shortened."
"Short lifespan...three years!?"
Wei Tong opened his mouth in surprise.
"This kind of thing that destroys the balance of heaven and earth must come with a price." Song Xin pointed to the lamp next to him and continued: "Just like the oil in this lamp, if you burn it little by little, it can last for several hours, but if you Throwing it into the fire will make it brighter for a moment, but it won’t last long.”
Wei Tong nodded, "I understand, thank you dear brother for clearing up the confusion."
songs Don’t take any action, just let her come forward.”
Wei Tong looked incredulous, "She is a weak woman...could it be?"
Song Xin smiled noncommittally, "Brother, there is no need to ask any more questions. You have a good rest. I will definitely help you get back the humiliation you suffered today."
"You want to kill them? Wei Xi is an official of the imperial court after all. If he is really dead... I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate..."
"Brother, don't worry." After saying that, he said goodbye to Wei Tong and took Song Yu to the vicinity of Wei Xi's house.
"Song Yu, Wei Qian still kept some things with us, let's go and return them to him. Then teach that old woman a lesson."
Song Yu smiled evilly, "Young Master, don't worry, Wei Xi, I won't let anyone go, including Liu Mi and Zheng Yue."
"I want them to taste the pain that makes them want to die!" Song Xin stared at the door of Wei Xi's house not far away and said coldly.
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After a day of hard work, everyone in the Wei Mansion had already fallen asleep, except for a few old slaves who were keeping watch and were dozing half-asleep. Neither of them noticed the two figures quietly landing on the roof.
Song Yu rolled over and landed on the ground. The noise alerted an old slave. When he saw a stranger coming in, he was so frightened that he was about to call someone. A stone flew towards him and hit him in the back of the head. The force was enough to make him faint, but it was not fatal.
The old slave rolled his eyes and fell asleep. Song Yu glanced at the roof and walked all the way to the coffin. Looking at Wei Qian's coffin coldly, he raised his hand and pushed, nailing the iron nails to the ground and raising the lid of the coffin at one corner.
Suddenly, he noticed something strange. Within the gaps in the coffin, there was a strong rotten smell, "Corpse gas!?"
The corpse energy in Wei Qian's body had been sucked out by Song Yu before, so how could there still be corpse energy? When he was confused, Song Xin’s voice transmission said:
"Song Yu, come back. It seems that someone has already arrived first."
The corner of Song Yu's mouth raised slightly, "Then I'll help him again." After saying that, he tapped his fingers on the coffin a few times, and the nails that nailed the coffin popped out instantly.
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came out, and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound. After doing all this, he jumped up to the eaves and disappeared into the darkness.
"Sir, who do you think did it?"
"Who else could it be?" Song Xin raised the corner of his mouth, "It must be Liu Mi and the others."
"What is their purpose?"
"I don't know yet, but evil people will be punished by evil people." Song Xin smiled faintly. Those who punish evil people in this world are often not good people, but people more vicious than him.
Half an hour passed, almost midnight. The coffin in the mourning hall made a gentle creaking sound and was pushed open from the inside by a force.
Song Xin was closing her eyes to breathe. When she heard the sound, she opened her eyes and smiled, "Wake up."
I saw the lid of the red-painted coffin moved slightly to the side, and a hand covered with short white hair stretched out from the inside and grabbed the edge of the coffin.
There was a sound of wood rubbing together, and the coffin lid was slowly pushed back, sliding to the ground with a low muffled sound. The rising wind blew out the ever-burning lantern, and a plume of smoke dispersed.
The other old slaves who were keeping watch may have been too tired during the day, but they didn't wake up at this time, but fell into a deeper sleep.
Wei Qian slowly sat up and looked up outside the mourning hall. Song Xin saw that a layer of white down had grown on his face.
"Hey, white hair has grown out. This zombie aura is quite powerful. That kid Liu Mi still has something in his hand." The walking corpses he had seen before were all low-level walking corpses infected by corpse poison. They can be controlled by humans to eat each other and evolve, eventually forming a corpse mandrill. The mandrills can only eat each other, and they can also form more powerful black dragons.
Another evolutionary path for walking zombies is to absorb popularity and give birth to white hair, which is called white zombies. After that, the white hair turns to black, which is called black zombie, followed by jumping corpse and flying corpse. In the end, he can even develop spiritual intelligence, transform into a human form, and blend in with the crowd to quietly absorb the energy without leaving any scars.
However, because of the presence of practitioners, it is almost impossible for ordinary corpses to evolve into flying zombies. Therefore, most evil cultivators will choose the quick method of letting the zombies eat each other.
"Pfft!" Wei Qian took out the coffin, rolled on the ground and got up again. He walked awkwardly to a sleeping old slave. The stench on his body made the old slave twitch his nose, and then a happy smile appeared on his face. look.
"I have to say, you are a bit more powerful than you were when you were alive." Song Xin sarcastically said.
Ordinary people will hallucinate when they smell corpse aura and feel like they are in a miraculous state, so that they will not run away out of fear. If you are lucky enough to survive, you will feel like you have a hangover when you wake up.
After looking at him for a moment, he put his head close to the old slave's face. It's like a child curiously looking at something interesting. Then he sniffed, and the sleeping old slave's breathing became slightly weaker in an instant.
"Hmph! He's sucking the popularity." Song Xin snorted, and Song Yu said, "I don't mind waiting for him to suck all the popularity out of these guys."
songs No injustice.
Song Yu looked at Wei Qian in the mourning hall with contempt, raised his hand and fired a short nail with a bang.
Wei Qian was shot in the left shoulder by an iron nail. He did not react with any pain. He just turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the nail outside the mourning hall.
The walking zombie's vision was very sensitive in the dark night, and it immediately noticed a shadowy figure and was still waving to him.
Wei Qian had a ferocious look on his face, put down the old slave, and walked out slowly.
"Bang!" Another short nail hit Wei Qian's right shoulder. Wei Qian swung his body to the right and almost fell down.
But then he turned to look to his right, and there was indeed a figure waving to him there. He followed immediately.
Song Yu led Wei Qian to the outside of Mrs. Wei's room and hammered seventeen iron nails into Wei Qian's body. They are all at important acupuncture points on the body, which greatly restricts the walking corpse's movements.
When Wei Qian walked to the door, Song Yu immediately shot out an iron nail and nailed it to the back of his head. It's just that there is a thin silk thread tied behind this iron nail. The other end of the silk thread is held in Song Yu's hand
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middle.
Wei Qian's body suddenly became stiff, standing upright like a stick at the door of Mrs. Wei's room.
Song Xin, who was secretly observing, smiled slightly. The arrest of his family this time was the order of Mrs. Wei, "First scare you, old man!"
After that, he picked up a piece of tile and threw it towards the door of Mrs. Wei's room.
The sound of breaking tiles woke up the sleeping people in the house instantly.
"Who!" As he spoke, the lights lit up in the room, and then the door opened, and a maid came out holding an oil lamp and rubbing her eyes.
She vaguely saw a figure standing not far from the door.
"Who?" she asked.
The other party just stood silently and said nothing.
The maid was a little scared, so she asked again and raised the oil lamp.
"ah!"
She suddenly exclaimed, and Mrs. Wei's voice came from the room, "What's wrong? What are you yelling about in the middle of the night!?"
"Old...old lady, forgive me...it's the...gongzi..."
"What young man!" came the old lady's angry voice, and then heard the sound of getting dressed.
Song Yu secretly smiled, raised his hand and pulled gently, and an iron nail flew out from the back of Wei Qian's head.
Wei Qian suddenly raised his head, and Mrs. Wei happened to come to the door at this time.
As if time had frozen, Mrs. Wei almost fainted when she saw a white-haired guy standing at the door, but when she smelled corpse gas, she suddenly became dizzy. After a while, her face softened a lot. At this time, her In his eyes, the white-haired monster disappeared and was replaced by his grandson Wei Qian.
"Qian'er!" Mrs. Wei cried with joy, already falling into illusion.
In reality, Wei Qian didn't respond to her call at all, and his mouth was dripping with saliva, which smelled extremely fishy. The maids on the side couldn't help but cover their noses.
But Mrs. Wei didn't care. She rushed to Wei Qian with a speed that could never be achieved by a person of this age and hugged him. "Grandson, my good grandson, are you alive!?"
Wei Qiandu was fixed with iron nails. Only his neck could twist. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to bite. But Mrs. Wei was holding his waist and crying, and she happened to be unable to bite him. In the old lady's ears, this voice has become the call of her grandson.
Wei Qian's mouth opened and closed, and his teeth collided with each other, making an ear-piercing clicking sound. The maid on the side saw the clues and couldn't help covering her mouth and retreating.
"Old... old madam, young master, he..." The maidservant was so frightened that she became incoherent. Wei Qian had a weird look on his face. He must be a ghost if he is not afraid.
Mrs. Wei cried for a while, but found that her grandson was just standing, but there was no excitement as there should be for grandparents to meet. She also felt a little strange. When she looked up, Wei Qian was lowering his head, biting a few of his own fingers. A white hair, chewing hard.
A mouthful of fishy saliva landed on the old lady's face, making her want to vomit. At the same time, it also made her wake up. There was no grandchild. She was holding a white-haired monster.
"Grandson! You..."
"Old madam, hurry up, he is not the young master!" the maid finally shouted.
Only then did Mrs. Wei realize the danger and instinctively fell back with a plop. But she forgot to let go of her hand, and actually brought Wei Qian down with her. The inertia of his fall threw Wei Qian forward, and he happened to fall at the feet of the maidservant.
Wei Qian opened his big mouth and bit the maid's ankle. Before the maid could withdraw her foot, a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off.
"Ah!" She screamed in pain, instantly alarming the entire Wei Mansion.
The servant guards rushed in holding fires and lanterns, and found that the door of the old lady's room was wide open, and that the shrill scream came from inside the room.
Several strong servants rushed into the house and found old Mrs. Wei rolling into a ball in fear and trembling. A maidservant's legs were covered in blood and she was wailing in pain on the ground. There was a strange man with a stiff body beside him, actually chewing on her feet.
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