boom!
The whole hall was shocked.
Whether it was the students who were worried about Ning Chen's safety, the onlookers watching the excitement, or Beidi Hosaku, Kono, Iwasa Saburo and others in the crowd.
Everyone was stunned when they heard Ning Wuyan's words.
Especially Kono and Iwasasaburo, an idea suddenly appeared in their minds.
Could it be that Ning Wuyan was really possessed by the soul of the dead and started to go crazy? !
"Ning Shixian!" An Yuan Chezhi could no longer maintain his previous calm and clear image, and raised his voice and asked, "What do you mean by this? Do you suspect that the dead souls I said are false?"
"No, don't you understand what we are saying? I said, I have angered those dead souls and let them possess me."
When Ning Wuyan saw An Yuan Chezhi coming over, he covered his mouth and nose tightly and was ready to take another poison pill given by Hua Shi at any time.
Good thing.
An Yuan Tetsuji did not roll back his sleeves and use this technique like he and Miss Shen had just used to knock him down.
But An Yuan Tetsuji's face was even more terrifying than the legendary dead soul.
"Do you think, Master, that the dead souls from Japan are easy to talk to? If they find out that I don't want to pay two hundred thousand taels of silver, do they plan to let me go?"
General.
Ning Wuhuang's words were almost impeccable. Not only did he not attack the image that An Yuan Cheji had established for the dead souls before, he even followed An Yuan Cheji's words. However, at the same time, An Yuan Cheji was unable to refute this statement. all his remarks.
"I know, Master, that your abilities are limited and you cannot harm these dead souls, but I am different!"
Ning Wuyan raised the corners of his proud lips to those people who were in extreme shock and hesitation.
"Everyone says that I am the Poet Immortal of the time and an immortal. Normally, an expert can transform the souls of the dead, but I, the Jinling Poet Immortal, can refine these evil souls and cleanse them of their sins. Without further ado, everyone is watching. , I’m going to start frying the dead souls in oil!”
As the words fell.
Not long after the charcoal fire was lit, the oil pan began to boil with oil.
Ning Wuyang used his shoulder to make an iron mountain support, asking An Yuan Teji to make way for him. He walked to the oil pan with the big bone in his right hand.
Afraid that An Yuan Cheji would suspect that he was also using the method of hiding things inside his sleeves, Ning Wuhuang deliberately raised the big stick and pressed the sleeves toward his shoulders.
Unexpectedly, the sleeve fell down again after pressing it. When he saw the function of the sleeve for the first time, he had to ask for help from the sidelines.
"Yunfei, please help me roll up my sleeves."
He had to show his arm so that everyone could see it more clearly.
Yunfei is a real person.
He took out his belt and tied the sleeve of his right hand all over his shoulder, revealing an arm that was longer than a big bone.
Ning Wuyang was very satisfied with this. When An Yuan Cheji's eyes were focused on his arms, he released the wet handkerchief covering his mouth and nose with his left hand, and confirmed that the temperature in the oil pan and the smell of evaporation were consistent with his After the request.
Holding the big stick bone tightly in his right hand, he reached into the oil pan.
And he buried his right hand and the entire forearm very literally.
The oil pan instantly churned even more violently.
"Master Ning! Your hands!"
Shen Youchu and Ji Jin shouted, stood up and were about to step forward to save people.
Ning Wuyan turned his head and shook his head towards them: "I'm fine, don't worry."
The way he downplayed it, it really didn't look like he was in pain as if his entire forearm had been fried.
But the people present were already stunned.
His whole arm was put into a boiling oil pan and he didn't even cry out in pain?
Is Ning Shixian really okay?
Even An Yuan Chezhi, who was standing two steps away from Ning Wuhuang, was startled by Ning Wuhuang's sudden actions and this strange phenomenon. After reacting, he quickly stepped forward to check, but when Ning Wuhuang heard that Wu Yao was chanting in his mouth.
"Evil souls, you shall die!"
Where are the dead souls!
I made this all up!
An Yuan Chezhi couldn't wait to announce the truth in public, and didn't want Ning Wuhuang to pretend to be a ghost again.
But who knows the next moment.
The big stick bone in the oil pan suddenly made a "squeaking" noise. An Yuan Tetsuji, who was so frightened that he wanted to go forward to check, his scalp was numb. He subconsciously took two steps back and looked at the oil pan in horror. The big stick bone was floating up and down inside, screaming incessantly, and the whole person's face was bloodless.
Are there really dead souls?
And he was caught by Ning Wuyan and put into an oil cauldron for refining?
An Yuan Tetsuji has only met weird people who claimed to be possessed by dead souls, and has never seen what the dead souls look like with his own eyes. But when he heard the strange "squeaking" sound coming from the oil pan, he couldn't help but feel that the dead souls were possessed by the dead souls. If there is a sound, it must be this sound.
He stood on the spot, not knowing whether he should stop the scene before him, let alone how to stop it. Ning Wuyan was really good at "magic".
Didn’t the Jinling Poetry Immortal get his name because of his poetry, but did he get this reputation because he was an immortal alive?
"Look, everyone!"
As the sound gradually died down.
Ning Wuyan took the big stick bone out of the oil pan, held it in his hand, walked to the railing, and showed it to everyone.
There was still steam coming from his arms, and a faint "squeaking" sound could be heard from the big bone.
"Let me see, in the future, any dead soul of the Japanese country will dare to cause trouble in my land of Daxing!"
Accompanied by Ning Wuyan's loud shouts.
The "squeaking" sound stopped immediately.
Just like the last wailing of the dead souls, it made people's scalp numb. Coupled with Ning Wuhuang's smooth arms without any burns, it perfectly proved how successful the skill of frying the dead souls in oil pan was.
"Master, the soul of the dead has been removed. Can you feel at ease?"
Ning Wuyang did not forget to smile profoundly at An Yuan Chezhi.
The smile was terrifying.
Anyuan Tetsuji was so shocked by the scene before him that he began to doubt his life.
Even An Yuan Tetsuji, who proposed the theory of dead souls, was frightened and overwhelmed by the sight of the dead souls being fried in oil.
Not to mention everyone else.
Even Mei Xiang and others who were preparing things with Ning Wuyan did not expect that someone could directly reach into the oil pan to fry the big stick bones and still be intact.
"The Immortal is alive!"
"Ning Shixian is indeed an immortal descended to earth!"
"Have you heard the screams of the dead souls? Hahaha, let them travel thousands of miles to our Daxing site to extort money, blow them up and see how they make trouble!"
People who had been forced to donate money were so happy that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear when they saw the souls of the dead who were screaming and steaming.
The two Japanese who were carrying the box and waiting for the two hundred thousand taels of silver to come in were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground.
They never imagined that there would be such an expert in Daxing, who could even put the soul of the dead into a frying pan and fry it.
If the Daxing people again put the sins of the dead souls on them and fry them in oil, their lives will not be saved.
run!
The two Japanese looked at each other, and when everyone's eyes were focused on Da Banggu, they crawled on the ground with their hands and feet, lowering their presence, and planned to escape.
