The head fell to the ground, and the bones rolled around. The dark red plasma at the wound was stained with dust and turned black.
"What the hell, you have so much strength!"
Xiang Fangsu put down the long knife with a heavy breath. His right wrist was shaking. The soreness reminded him of the days when he couldn't recite the book and was punished by Mr. Zongxue to copy the scriptures a hundred times.
Ke Wenbin touched his lower back, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed the head's teeth with the tip of the knife.
Click.
The head bit the tip of the knife tightly, and the dry eyes were covered with gray mist. It was a completely subconscious action.
Ke Wenbin took some effort to pull out the dagger again and was shocked.
"It's really strange. If your head falls off, you're still not completely dead?"
Xiang Fangsu wiped off the black blood on the knife, did not put it in the sheath, and held it behind his back under his arm.
He bent down and picked up the severed arm holding the knife on the ground, shook it from side to side, pulled out the wolf-headed sword and threw it on the ground. He found that the five fingers of the severed arm were still responsive and kept grabbing at it.
"It's just like an eel, it still reacts when it dies."
"Fang Su, this hand is unresponsive."
Ke Wenbin picked up the other severed hand. The skin on the knuckles was wrinkled and bloodless, and there was no reaction when he shook it.
The only difference from Xiang Fangsu's movable hand was that it had a black arrow stuck in it, which was continuously expelling black energy, as if it had pierced a water bag.
Xiang Fangsu stepped forward and pulled out the black arrow, and the black air no longer escaped from the wound.
Turning the arrow, the arrow flashed black in the candlelight, like a polished obsidian.
"So only by completely expelling the evil spirit from the body can we truly 'kill' this guy?"
"How did those two masters die?"
"Forcibly destroyed by the will of the martial saint in Xuanbing?"
Xiang Fangsu gave a guess.
The Martial Saint's Mysterious Arms are the Martial Saint's own magical powers that were refined into them when he became a saint. They are almost an extension of his limbs.
Even if you don't practice evil-repelling methods, strangulation of evil spirits is probably not a problem.
Liang Qu looked at him lying on the ground and thought of a question: "The grandmaster has come back from the dead. Can he know martial arts?"
Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin were stunned for a moment, then frowned.
If he didn't know martial arts, Xu Yuelong would not fail to mention such important news.
But recalling it carefully, it seems that during the whole process, Xu Yuelong only said that the master's reflexes would be reduced and he would feel no pain after "resurrecting from the dead"?
Xiang Fangsu guessed: "Could it be that the performance after resurrection is related to the strength? The stronger the strength, the closer the performance will be to the one before death?"
"If it's the Martial Saint..." Ke Wenbin thought of half-self-denial, "It's unreasonable. If so, why did the Ghost Mother Sect shrink?"
"Go back first."
Liang Qu interrupted the discussion between the two.
He really didn't want to stay in this ghost place. Fortunately, there were two people around him. Otherwise, coming alone would have been a nightmare.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was no longer entangled.
Xiang Fangsu took off his coat, wrapped the head alone and tied it around his waist. He looked at the corridor he came from and shook his head: "Go to another exit."
There were two great martial artists who died on the island.
They made too much noise before.
Ke Wenbin disagreed: "Other passages may also lead to the residence of the great martial artist. After resurrection, these human corpses will seem to wander around the residence following their memories of life? The probability of collision is also not small."
"vote."
Xiang Fangsu's words are concise and concise.
The two looked at Liang Qu.
"I think we should leave through the exit of the third or fourth hall."
Liang Qu thought for a while and gave his own reasons.
Previously, they explored the treasure house and found that each hall had an exit, exactly four, corresponding to the four high-level configurations of two grandmasters and two great martial arts masters.
"There is a high probability that all the corridors lead to the main high-rise residence. I guess this is a way for the Ghost Mother Cult to distribute power.
The treasures in the first hall seem to be numerous and the most valuable, but that is for us.
There is no matching alchemy in the Ghost Mother Sect. It is used by the weapon master and is flashy, so the owner of Exit Unicom is a great martial artist.
The second hall cultivates and tames mountain ghosts, which is very important to the outside world, but it cannot control the rise and fall of the congregation internally. It should be managed by another great martial artist.
Only the third and fourth halls contain treasures and medicines, which are equivalent to a martial artist's 'salt and iron'.
So I think those two exits are most likely to be safe.
According to what Brother Yue Long said, the two masters faced the power of the Martial Saint and died twice in a row, making it impossible for them to be resurrected. "
"That makes sense."
Ke Wenbin originally wanted to leave through the previous exit in the dark, but after hearing the analysis, he immediately changed his mind.
After the differences were resolved, the three of them went to the third hall and left along the path inside.
Before leaving, Liang Qu glanced at the treasure house behind him and felt the raised edges of the wooden box on his back, feeling a little weak.
"Shall we eat alone?"
Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin looked at each other, half-smiling but not smiling.
"You are quite young. Let me ask you, what would you call it if you were brought by Brother Yue Long alone and not by anyone else?"
Liang Qu thought for a moment.
"Flattering your boss?"
"Yes, then the nature will change, so you can either eat alone, or you can get both rain and dew. But how much are you going to take if you get both rain and dew?"
Everyone else has to take twenty pieces each. In addition, will you give it to your master? Where are you fellow seniors? Are they closer to you?
Yue Long asked us to take two pieces each. There are more than two hundred treasures. It doesn't matter if we take four. No one cares.
But if you take away dozens of things, and all of them are taken by people from our side, that's enough.
Wei Lin is not a man who makes a living. When it comes to fishing for treasure, let’s be shameless and eat it ourselves. What do you think the consequences will be? "
"Will you be called shameless?"
Liang Qu thought for a moment, and it seemed like that was all.
The relationship between the dozen of them is different from that of ordinary superiors and subordinates. Instead, they are superiors and subordinates who have grown up together.
This is particularly important.
At the moment, the three of them are eating alone, that's what they can do. Who could have made others not think of this and not see the opportunity? In the future, at most gatherings, they will be scolded, and they should eat.
But once it favors one over the other, or turns into a factional issue, it's completely different.
There can be no discord, let alone petty theft.
Which is more important is self-evident.
Ke Wenbin patted Liang Qu on the shoulder.
"My father taught me from a young age that I have to be thick-skinned when eating. It's okay to eat in a big pot of rice. If you can eat it, you will be looked down upon.
If you scoop it into a bowl and take it home to share with others, you will be resented by others, thinking that you let outsiders eat your own food. "
"Understood."
Liang Qu was no longer confused.
If Xu Yuelong really wanted it, he would not fail to mention it when Ran Zhongshi came to deliver the message.
He is still too thin-skinned.
The three of them stopped talking and ran along the corridor to the end. The identical mechanisms must have been designed by the same craftsman.
Xiang Fangsu took a step back and looked at Ke Wenbin: "Come here."
For the first time, his path was shadowed.
"Ah I?"
"Let me do it."
"No, you are weak."
"Okay, okay, I'll do it. I'll do it."
Ke Wenbin held up the stone slab and quietly opened a crack. What came into view was a large field of starlight, and the roof could not be seen at all.
He pushed it further and found that instead of having no roof, there was a big hole in the entire roof, and there was a deep pit in the ground next to it.
Apparently the owner of the house did not go through the main entrance and jumped out of the roof after being attacked.
"It's okay, no one."
"Let's go."
"Slip away."
The three of them emerged from the hole, closed the stone slab, and walked through the entire island chain back to the previous landing place.
We encountered no obstacles along the way and successfully found the boat and made our way back.
It's already dawn.
The sergeant on guard at night saw the returning boat and rushed forward to say hello.
"Master Xiang, Master Ke, Master Liang, what's the harvest in one night?"
"It is you."
Xiang Fangsu recalled that the sergeant in front of him learned that they were going to go fishing and had previously delivered a bunch of fishing gear.
He shook the empty fish basket and pretended to be disappointed: "Unlucky, I didn't catch any."
"That's a shame."
The sergeant sighed.
When the three of them went upstairs, Liang Qu vaguely heard the sergeants discussing in low voices.
"It turns out to be the same as Mr. Xu."
