We have reached this point because of the conflict between the ashes and soul selection.
But now he doesn't talk about the selection of ashes, but only talks about the north and south goods lanes of the Dragon Girl Market!
This is testing my true purpose!
He is at the end of his rope and is about to die, but he still has the intention to tempt me?
"It's too late. You should have agreed to my terms last night. Since your life is at stake, you have to accept it." I pointed at the bald old man curled up motionless on the ground. "As I said, save some dignity for yourself and don't be arrogant. All face is lost.”
When traveling in the world, the most taboo word is greed.
Now that I smelled something unusual, I decisively gave up the idea of following the Qianmianhu line.
The only thing left to do now is to eradicate the root!
Qian Mian Hu slowly narrowed his eyes and said: "We are all brothers from the same sect. There is no need to fight to the death. I am not such a bastard. I have a lot of skills in getting around. I am really anxious. , why bother if we both end up in trouble?"
I laughed slowly, "If you don't die, how can I take over Dragon Girl's place and take advantage of your north and south goods lanes? You have raised a good Dragon Girl, and I enjoy it too. You have spent so much effort in vain. Tsk, click. Liao Chun Ji is such a lovely person as smooth as water."
Qian Mian Hu said expressionlessly: "If you like it, I'll give it to you. But I'm afraid you won't live to enjoy it!"
He suddenly threw the glass of wine in my face.
The wine was in the air, exuding a fishy smell and flashing green light.
One or two drops fell from the rim of the cup and sizzled on the table, sending up a wisp of smoke.
I grabbed the footprint drawing that was under the cup, and with a shake of my hand, I stopped the poisonous wine from being poured.
Qianmian Hu took the opportunity to jump onto the window sill, pushed open the window sash, and jumped out.
You can't find the door, but you can find the window.
Although there is a cliff right outside the window, it is a way of life for this veteran photographer.
I chased to the window and looked out.
The valley was dark, the forest wind was blowing, and the shadow of the Thousand Faced Beard had disappeared.
I held down the shaking window sash and saw the blood stains left on the edge.
When I left to pull out the wire, I used some force to pull out a row of tiny wooden thorns from the edge of the window sash.
In order to ensure the control of the weight of the hand and the amount of medicine to be applied, the skin of the hands needs to be kept soft and tender at all times.
Such hands cannot withstand any scratches.
I smiled slightly and turned to look at the footprints in my hand.
All that glass of wine was poured onto the footprints in the picture.
Not a drop is wasted.
The footprints on the map were eroded beyond recognition.
"You can forgive the sins committed by God, but you can't live if you do the sins yourself."
I slowly dipped the footprint map into a little bit of blood, then folded it into squares, stuffed it into a wine bottle, shook it gently, and lit the wine and the map together.
Qian Mian Hu is dead.
The reason for letting him go is to use his hand to eradicate the roots.
The Dragon Girl is the forbidden love of the Bodhisattva. She would rather be destroyed than let her fall into the hands of others.
Watching the footprints in the wine bottle burn up, I squatted next to the bald old man, wiped away the black blood flowing from his seven orifices with a napkin, took out a ball of transparent thread from my bag, and put on seven sewing needles. Insert the sewing nails down along the spine, from the back of the neck to the waist, and then rub the thin thread. The bald old man opened his eyes, turned over and sat up.
Thirty-six heretical techniques, puppet control.
Dead people have their uses.
In the methods of outsiders, people are used as materials, and there is no useless thing.
I controlled the bald old man and walked out of the private room side by side and left Nantian Pavilion.
When I walked out of Nantian Pavilion from the main entrance, I was so fascinated by the front desk staff that they forgot what they saw.
We went all the way down the mountain to the Shandang parking lot, drove the fifth brother's Cherokee, and headed straight back to Lanqing Hostel.
Right at the door of the hotel, the bald old man found a rope and hung himself on the beam of the door.
I planted three sticks of incense on the threshold, then went back to the room where I temporarily rested in the evening, lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, silently counted nine, and fell asleep.
This night was too exhausting, and I needed sleep to recover as soon as possible to ensure sufficient mental and physical strength to cope with what might happen next.
I closed my eyes and heard the low sobs again.
There were footsteps moving quickly across the floor of the room.
Opening his eyes, he saw the ferocious-looking Fifth Brother standing in the middle of the room. There was a big bloody hole on his neck, and blood was pouring out.
He looked at me with a venomous look on his face and opened and closed his mouth angrily, seemingly cursing.
I turned over and sat up, looking at him quietly.
A faint gray-white mist seeped in from the crack in the door and flowed a shallow layer along the ground.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the door was slammed open.
Several crazy figures with disheveled hair rushed in.
There was endless hatred and hatred on the ferocious face.
The fifth brother turned around and wanted to run away.
But he couldn't escape from this room.
The women who came in swarmed over him, pushed Fifth Brother down, and bit him with their hands and mouth.
Fifth Brother's flesh and blood were flying everywhere, his mouth wide open in pain, as if he was begging for mercy, and he seemed to be begging for life.
I smiled, lay down on the bed with peace of mind, closed my eyes again and opened them again. The room was quiet, with only the scent of sandalwood lingering.
I glanced at my watch and saw that I had slept for nearly five hours.
The sky turned white.
I tidied up briefly, took off the portrait nailed under the bed, climbed out of the window and jumped out of the hostel, walked around to the street in front, found a bush and sat down, and quietly stared at the bald old man hanging on the door of the hostel.
Scattered pedestrians began to appear on the street.
The bald old man hanging from the gate was soon discovered, triggering screaming chaos.
However, the hotel was extremely quiet, and no one came out to check the situation.
Not long after, a large number of police officers rushed to the scene with the sound of sharp sirens.
I mingled with the crowd and watched the excitement for a while, then took the bus back to Dahe Village.
As soon as I entered the village, I saw Lao Cao sitting at the window of the police room wearing a coat.
Seeing me appear, he was obviously relieved and waved to me.
I leaned over and asked, "Weren't you just sitting here with no sleep last night?"
Lao Cao scolded: "Go away, I don't know how sweet my sleep is, and I won't be able to sleep until dawn."
I praised: "You are lucky to be able to sleep at your age. The more you sleep, the more energy you will have. The less you sleep, the more you will live. If you sleep well like this, you will not have to worry about living a long life." .”
"Young master, you're just following me there." Lao Cao glanced at me, "Something happened in the middle of the night last night. A woman hanged herself in public at the Emperor Entertainment Plaza. When the police station rushed over, , the boss of Emperor Entertainment has gone crazy, he can’t even say a single word, he just shouts “don’t kill me.”
"That was Dragon Girl, the old Bodhisattva's hand. He lost the argument and decided to sacrifice his life to pay for it. He must be taking his own Dragon Girl with him on the road."
Lao Cao stared at me for a while and then said slowly: "You really don't have blood on your hands. You are so familiar with killing someone with a borrowed knife and begging for life from a distance. There is no need to do it yourself! I can see it, you It’s a scourge.”
"Thank you for your kind words. Good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years. With your words, I dare not say that I will live for a thousand years, but a hundred and eighty years old is no problem!"
"piss off!"
