After I finished speaking, Han Chu stared at me, his bloody eyes becoming even scarlet.
The next second, his eyes became cold again, like a sharp sword that was about to pierce my heart.
"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do!?"
His tone became extremely serious.
In fact, it is somewhat inappropriate to talk about seriousness on a living corpse that relies on resentment and obsession to survive.
But Han Chu has such a quality, and he is not pretending, because he is dead, and the vicious corpse cannot pretend to have an aura.
In fact, Han Chu is not evil.
This is further illustrated by the fact that I met him in Ghost on the Wall and that after the Retribution Ghost came out, he let me go.
I deliberately said that he did all kinds of evil because I wanted Han Chu to break his defense.
In a hurry, he might say something to defend and exonerate himself.
However, Han Chu's reaction was beyond my expectation.
He was not guided, but he actually saw something fishy!
I definitely can’t tell my true thoughts. After all, that may be the big secret that supervises the Taoist priests’ training!
Deception and guidance are definitely useless to Han Chu.
The thoughts in my mind were faster and more numerous. After I had an idea in my mind, my eyes became sharp.
When I looked at Han Chu again, I didn't flinch at all, and said in a dull voice: "My name is not Tang Qian. My surname is Luo, and my name is Luo Xianshen."
Han Chu's eyes were colder and sterner, with a trace of doubt in them.
Judging from his reaction, he just lied to me and got angry, but he didn't recognize me.
After calming down my breathing for a while, I continued: "There is one among the supervisory Taoist priests named Sun Zhuo. You may not know me, but you must know who Sun Zhuo is, right?"
Suddenly, Han Chu's eyes turned to admiration and envy.
His tone became much more serious and he said: "Senior Brother Sun Zhuo is a Taoist genius that has not been seen in a hundred years. He became enlightened and entered Taoism at the age of nineteen. In just six years, he entered the deep village of Qijia Village and captured several starving ghosts. He is now twenty-nine years old. His strength has long been unfathomable, he is among the best among the supervisory Taoists, and compared to some elders, he is even more generous!"
"Do you know Senior Brother Sun Zhuo?!" Han Chu asked.
"Wizard? Unfathomable?" I sneered.
Suddenly, Han Chu's expression changed and he became even more angry.
Before he could speak again, I shook my head and said, "A once-in-a-century genius is essentially a waste lying on a bed, needing a wheelchair to travel, and unable to take care of himself."
"He is not destined to be a Yang god, and he is doomed to mediocrity in his life, but he has a cruel father."
"In order to make him stand up and give him a good life, his father, my biological uncle, Sun Dahai, personally pierced my heart, liver, spleen and lungs with twelve steel needles!"
"He told me that it's called sending one's life to the Twelve Palaces. I don't deserve this life, so I should give it to Sun Zhuo!"
"Sun Zhuo's talent was stolen from him."
"In the coldest month of winter, I was thrown into the snow by Sun Dahai, leaving me to fend for myself!"
"I survived for ten years and lived cautiously."
"But from the day I returned to Jinyang, your supervisory Taoist priests have been chasing me!"
"Black and white, do you see it in your eyes?"
"Can you tell the difference between right and wrong?"
"In broad daylight, those who take lives are regarded as the proud sons of heaven, and I, a person who is being persecuted by others, are pursued and beaten!"
"You supervising Taoist priests are not doing all kinds of evil!?"
"What reason do you have to defend yourself!?"
My words made Han Chu even more stunned, with disbelief in his eyes!
The next moment, Han Chu's voice was extremely hoarse, and he roared: "You are presumptuous! You are talking nonsense! You are even framed!"
I looked at Han Chu sarcastically for a long time.
Han Chu just stared at me, his eyes not wandering or wavering at all.
I shook my head again and said, "I don't need to argue with you. Why am I still here to beat the wall? Do you know why?"
"I can't kill Sun Zhuo now, and I can't take revenge, but I can take off your head! Come to think of it, among the Taoist priests in charge, at least your master still recognizes you."
"When they see your head, they will know that I, Luo Xianshen, am not that easy to mess with. A dog will jump over the wall when he is in a hurry, and a rabbit will bite when he is in a hurry."
"Oh, by the way, Sun Zhuo has another crime. He once deceived a woman, brutally killed her, and trained her into a corpse for Sun Dahai to drive."
"You supervise the Taoist priests. When you met the woman's sister and saw her fate, you exposed your true nature. The old Taoist priest Zhang Xu will lead so many Taoist priests to besiege us."
"If Uncle Huang and Si Ye from Chenghuang Temple were not here, I would have really let you succeed."
"You have too many crimes and too many ways to die. I can only find some interest from you first."
"In your next life, don't be a Taoist priest."
After I finished speaking, I shook my hands, and two razor blades fell into my palms.
In fact, the nine arts of the funeral lineage have knives.
The executioners who beheaded people and the people who fished out corpses from the water all had beheading knives and divining knives, but those things were too big and they were usually kept in the suitcases. Now they were all at Tsubaki's house, so I could only take them. Get out the razor.
The razor was pressed against Han Chi's neck.
I pulled it gently with my hand, and Han Qi's skin was cut open.
Han Chu stared at me more closely, the scarlet in his eyes became heavier, and there was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.
Apart from being unwilling to do so, there is also a trace of wavering and doubt!
The force on my hand became heavier, and I cut a quarter of the skin on Han Chu's neck.
The razor goes deeper, cutting flesh and breaking bones!
Han Chu's head trembled slightly, and his eyes widened even more!
The suspicion in his eyes became deeper, more, and there was also a hint of panic.
The suspicion was not directed at me, and the panic was not about me.
…
The way I use it is very simple.
If Han Chu wants to get out, he won't want to die again.
Also, everything I said is true.
Facts are the easiest to shake.
It's like a scary folklore. If it's true, a few words can make people sweat. If it's false, no matter how true it is, it still won't resonate with people.
Corpses and ghosts are more sensitive to truth and lies.
Just like in an unfinished building, Zhao Kang could tell that I was lying.
Since Han Chu noticed that there was something wrong with my previous words, he must now know that I didn't lie to him again.
The razor penetrated deep into the stiff flesh.
Han Chu's face trembled, and his eyes became distracted.
The next second, he said hoarsely: "Stop!"
My hand didn't stop, but pressed deeper!
"It's not worth the risk of going into a ghost wall again just to take my head!"
"I don't believe what you say."
"That would be terrible if it were true!"
Korean tends to speak faster!
My razor directly cut open a quarter of his flesh and pressed it to the bone.
In the next moment, you can cut off his head!
My eyes became colder, and I paid no attention to Han Chu. I exerted even greater force, and I could even hear the sound of the knife rubbing against the bones.
"You have to show evidence!"
"If this is true, not only can you not cut off my head, but you will also take me out!"
Han became anxious and his voice started to become sharp!
"Take you out? Don't you think you are joking?"
My hands stopped, and my eyes became more contemptuous and sarcastic.
However, my heart has become extremely active!
Han Chu was too patient, but he still took the bait!
