He stayed up all night with his slanted bangs, and his consciousness spread out to explore the surroundings. He could clearly see the scene of the waiter and the young handyman poking through the window paper and blowing incense.
"There is indeed a problem."
The slanted bangs drew out the long sword, and after taking a few steps, he suddenly put away the long sword again with a smirk on his face.
He usually keeps a straight face and pretends to be cold, but when he has a rare chance to play, he doesn't want to solve it with two swords.
"Second brother, come on, I've finished blowing the smoke in my mouth."
The young handyman nodded. Judging from his bulging cheeks, he still had a lot of smoke in his mouth.
Slanted Liu Hai lives in the innermost room on the second floor, and other disciples have been brutally murdered.
He pierced the window paper and put his hand into the bamboo tube. Before the young busboy had time to blow on the bamboo tube, a breath of air came from the other end of the bamboo tube. The young busboy's cheeks almost exploded. It also smelled like garlic. That's called a sour feeling.
"Cough, cough, vomit!"
The young handyman was holding the wall and retching, covering his mouth with his slanted bangs and laughing, his face was turning red, and he had a small jar in his hand.
The small jar contained diagonal bangs, a delicacy from my hometown, a kind of pickled black garlic, that smell.
When his mother brought this thing to the dining table, he thought that his father had made his mother angry again and that his mother was going to poison them both. But later he got used to it and found that it was quite delicious.
The waiter saw the young handyman holding the wall and retching, so he stepped forward to help him, but he was vomited all over him.
"Come on, we're in trouble!"
"I'm afraid you can't leave." The gangster stepped through the floor of the third floor and jumped along the hole to the second floor, still holding the chef's head in his hand.
The noise caused by the smashing through the floor was not small, and many guests came out to check it out, including some with bad tempers.
"Why are you so noisy at night? Believe it or not, Master Biao, I..."
A strong man with a beard and a scar on his chest kicked out the door. He was about to say a few harsh words. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man holding a sword in one hand and holding his head in the other. Before he finished speaking, he obediently closed the door. .
The gangster didn't bother to pay attention to this man and threw the chef's head at the feet of the two of them.
"Tell me, where did your smoke come from?"
None of the three of them had any cultivation, so it was probably just an ordinary black shop. The weird smoke made the gangsters quite interested.
At first he didn't take it seriously, thinking that mortals had some means to deal with him.
After smelling it for seven or eight breaths, I felt a little dizzy. Doesn't it mean that the smoke can even stun a strong person with the Golden Pill Mirror?
If he hadn't held his breath in time, he might have lost his head because of the mistake.
"Don't do anything, I'll tell you whatever I say." The young handyman was very aware of current affairs and knelt down with his head in his hands.
The waiter reached back and took out a handful of poisonous sand, but before he could throw it out, his head was missing.
The gangster gently slapped and smashed the young man's cheek with a bloody dagger, and his words were full of threats: "If you want to survive, be smart."
Feeling the coldness on his face and the pungent smell of blood, the young man's legs were trembling as he knelt on the ground.
"The Immortal will show mercy. Whatever you want to know, I will tell you the truth."
The two girls heard the noise and went down to the second floor. Just as Liu Mei was about to step down the last step, when her feet were still more than twenty centimeters from the ground, the waiter's head rolled over with a blood-red tail and he caught her without missing a beat. off her feet.
The gangster thought Liu Mei would scream like a little girl, but he never expected her to kick the waiter's head away.
Xiao Chu's expression didn't change much. The demon massacred her hometown. She had seen that scene. Just a head with a tail was not enough to scare her.
The chef was the first to attack the room where the gangster was when he went upstairs. The two women still don't know what happened.
Liu Mei asked: "What's going on?"
The gangster didn't answer. He opened the door with slanted bangs and returned to his cold look, saying, "This is a black shop."
As if he was afraid that the two women would not believe him, he kicked away the room where a disciple lived. There was still a thin layer of white smoke in the room.
He walked into the room with slanted bangs and held his breath. He walked to the bedside in a few steps and shook the sleeping disciple. When he saw that the disciple didn't respond, he breathed loudly.
The young handyman who was kneeling on the ground said at this time: "It's useless. Within twelve hours after being hit by Zhang Xianren's medicine, even if he is stabbed twice, he will not wake up."
"Who is Zhang Xianren?"
When he killed the waiter, a lot of blood was seen on the gangster's face. The dim light of the lantern in the corridor shone on his face, which looked very scary.
The young handyman rolled his eyes and began to pretend to be pitiful: "I am a monk like you. He forced us to open a black shop here. We need to ask the immortal master for guidance."
"Shut up!" The gangster yelled at the young handyman when he saw that he was desperate. "You answer whatever I ask, and don't say more than one sentence. Otherwise, I will cut out your tongue. Do you understand or not?"
The young handyman nodded desperately.
"What kind of cultivation is he?"
"I am just a mortal, Immortal Chief. I don't know what his cultivation level is."
"I saw you sneaking away at night. You should have gone to inform him. Does he live in this city?"
The young handyman nodded again: "He dug a disgusting pool of blood underground. In recent years, he has been staying there and has never come out. There are still many rotting corpses soaking in the pool."
Hearing the blood pool bandit, there was a vague feeling that something was wrong. In recent years, not many monks have used the blood pool to practice.
Use the demon's blood to gather into a blood pool. When soaked, you will be impacted by the violent power of the demon's blood to achieve the effect of tempering the body.
This method is not only time-consuming but also not very effective. It has been eliminated for thousands of years.
The gangster was still thinking. He walked up to the young handyman with slanted bangs and asked, "Why does he want you to stun us?"
"I don't know. Usually I just send the unconscious monk to him, and he will give me a sum of money. I don't know what he will do. But there are a lot of corpses floating on his blood pool. Maybe he wants to send you Also soak in the pool of blood.”
"Tell me everything you know."
"I'm just a handyman. I really don't know what to do."
There weren't many tough thieves, so he picked up his sword and landed on the ground with another head.
"Elder Bai, what are you doing? We haven't asked where the immortal Zhang is yet?"
The gangster looked at the slanted bangs that opened his mouth and said: "The mission has nothing to do with it. If you want to die, you can do it after the mission is completed. Before that, I want to ensure your safety and bring you back to Wanjian Sect safely."
After that, he turned around and went back to the room, leaving a message before closing the door: "Put away your pathetic kindness."
"Kindness is a good thing, there is no need to worry about it." Liu Mei saw the slanted bangs frozen in place and stepped forward to comfort her.
He shook his head with slanted bangs and replied: "It seems like he entered my room."
A night of farce came to a hasty end, and the two women went back to their rooms to rest. Liu Hai collected the corpses and blood stains in the corridor and left the restaurant to patrol the city, hoping to find any clues.
In this huge world of immortality, monks do things based on their own interests, and such good intentions as sideways bangs are generally called stupidity.
Good people are not rewarded, and disasters are easy to live with. This is the truth that monks of all ages have learned through their lives in endless years.
