The black fog dissipated, and Zhao Lin walked into the cave carrying Song Laosan, not forgetting to take the three lock bags with him.
He threw Song Laosan to the ground and cast a lighting spell.
Several rays of spiritual light rose up, and the cave lit up.
Illumination does not enter into grades, and there are no levels such as entry, proficiency, or minor achievement. The more spiritual power injected into it, the brighter it will be, and vice versa.
Zhao Lin looked at the situation inside the cave and saw that the cave was less than seven feet wide and as tall as a person, extending inwards. It is more appropriate to describe it as a cave.
"Stop pretending and get up."
Zhao Lin made sure there was no one else in the cave and said to Song Laosan on the ground.
Song Laosan closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless.
"died?"
Zhao Lin walked over with the iron ruler in his hand and muttered to himself: "Forget it, I'll cut off the head to receive the reward..."
"stop!"
Song Laosan quickly opened his eyes, turned over and sat up.
He woke up a long time ago and has been testing the power. He found that several key Qi orifices in his body were sealed, and the spiritual energy in his meridians was like a mess. He could not recover his magic power for a while, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Zhao Lin sat down in front of him and said in a deep voice: "What's your name?"
Song Laosan smiled coldly, "Why should I tell you?"
"Very good, tough!"
Zhao Lin said no more and quickly took action, slapping Song Laosan on his chest, back, waist and other places.
"Ah! It hurts so much, stop now..."
Song Laosan immediately made a sound like a slaughtering pig and rolled on the ground.
There are many torture methods in martial arts, such as tendon-splitting fingers, bone-melting hands, heart-stimulating palms, etc. Zhao Lin knew the tricks, but rarely used them, but today they came in handy.
"It's okay. It won't hurt if you bear it for a while. I still have dozens of methods that are useless."
Zhao Lin comforted softly.
"I can't bear it, grandpa, please spare my life! I'll do anything, I'll do anything..."
Song Laosan begged for mercy loudly, but within a short time, he was sweating profusely and his body was as red as a cooked prawn.
Zhao Lin looked at it expressionlessly for a while, and felt that the heat was almost there, so he patted Song Laosan on the chest and untied the means.
Song Laosan collapsed on the ground, gasping for air and unable to speak a word.
Zhao Lin helped him up and said, "You answer whatever I ask, do you understand?"
"clear!"
Song Laosan hurriedly agreed. After this torture, he suddenly became more honest.
Zhao Lin input spiritual power into the lighting technique to make it brighter, then focused the light and aimed it at Song Laosan's face.
"May I have your name?"
Song Lao San was shaken so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. He subconsciously shrank back and replied, "Song Lao San."
"Where's the dead one?"
"Li Daoyou."
"Fellow Daoist Li? You don't know his real name?"
"His real name is Li Daoyou, you have no one."
Zhao Lin threw the three luggage bags beside him and ordered: "Open the luggage bags and erase the consciousness."
Song Laosan's eyes flashed and he said, "The lock bag belongs to Li Dao and I can't open it."
Zhao Lin smiled slightly, "If you don't tell secrets, are you worried that if you open the lock bag and it's useless, I will kill you?"
Song Laosan lowered his head and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.
"Don't worry, I will hand you over to Qiuyang County. I don't care what they do with you."
"really?"
Song Laosan rolled his eyes. He had committed many crimes, but he had never killed anyone. At most, he would be punished with hard labor, but at least he could survive.
"You have to believe me. Anyway, if I kill you two, I will get the reward."
Zhao Lin said in a tone that left no room for doubt.
"All right."
Song Laosan sighed. The torture just now was worse than beheading. He didn't want to go through it again.
He opened the lock bag as instructed and erased the consciousness on it.
Zhao Lin took it and looked at it one by one.
The first bag was full of spiritual rice, weighing about fifty kilograms, and the other bag was full of spiritual stones, which weighed one hundred, twenty or thirty yuan.
In the last pocket, there are more than a dozen items in total.
A set of clothes and a bag of spiritual coins.
Seven bottles of elixirs and six talismans.
Two worn-out low-level magic weapons.
Zhao Lin was not in a hurry and looked at the things carefully.
There are not many spirit coins, but some of them have relatively large denominations, adding up to more than 500 spirit coins.
Most of the elixirs are ordinary elixirs such as Bigu Pill and Blood-Building Pill. Only one bottle of Zengyuan Pill is of some value.
The only talismans are the Pure Heart Talisman, the Gravel Talisman and the Diving Talisman. Two of each are considered low-grade talismans.
"wrong!"
Zhao Lin frowned slightly, shook his head, grabbed Song Laosan, and started rummaging around on him.
A bandit cultivator like Song Laosan must have some means of escape. Just like the previous trapping talisman and hiding talisman, it is impossible to only have these low-grade talismans.
"what are you doing?"
Song Laosan's expression changed and he exclaimed.
Zhao Lin didn't say anything and searched his whole body, even the soles of his shoes.
Sure enough, they found an escape talisman, a water-bending talisman, a wind-riding talisman, and four used talismans.
Song Laosan's face turned gloomy, looking like he had no love left in his life.
He originally wanted to wait until he recovered some spiritual power and activate the talisman to escape, but he didn't expect that Zhao Lin would see through it and escape would be impossible.
The three talismans were all high-grade talismans. Zhao Lin only glanced at them and put them aside, curiously taking the four used talismans.
After being used, most of the talismans are reduced to ashes. Usually only the messenger talismans retain part of the text used for communication.
Zhao Lin opened a used talisman and saw that it read: The Fat Sheep has left for Yinfeng Valley at noon to refine the third level of Qi.
The other three pictures also have similar text.
"The fat sheep mentioned above...is me, right?"
Zhao Lin stared at Song Laosan and asked. He had felt that something was fishy before. Even if there was a spiritual bird to investigate, the appearance of the two bandit cultivators was too coincidental and they were well prepared. It turned out that someone had communicated in advance.
"Who informed you?"
Song Laosan calmed down and confessed honestly: "It's Hei Pi and Huang Teng from Zhouyi."
The face of the black-faced monk from Zhouyi appeared in Zhao Lin's mind, and he asked, "What do these two people look like?"
"One is dark and thin, and the other is a yellow-faced man..."
Song Laosan described the two of them.
Zhao Lin suddenly realized that it was indeed the two monks in front of Zhouyi, and then asked: "The people from Zhouyi tipped you off. Do you want to share the money you robbed with them?"
Song Laosan nodded, "Yes, these two guys are very greedy."
Zhao Lin looked solemn and his face gradually darkened.
He originally wanted to hand over the bandit cultivators to the county and then enter Yinfeng Valley, but he did not expect that the people in Zhouyi would be involved with the bandit cultivators.
If you don't handle this matter well and enter the Shadow Wind Valley rashly, you may be plotted against in the future.
The messenger talisman can't explain the problem. Even if the complaint is made to the county, it can be said that it is a false accusation by bandit cultivators, and they may even bite back.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin asked: "How do you connect?"
(End of chapter)
