Shu Guan walked to the entrance of the cave where he jumped down just now.
Then he turned back and glanced at the huge corpse again, as well as the entwined golden marks on the bones.
Shu Guan had no intention of touching the corpse of the god.
Not only because of those weird and unpredictable golden stains, but more importantly because according to Shu Guan’s guess, this place of Huancheng is located on the bank of the river. There has not been a flood for tens of thousands of years. I am afraid it is because of the collection of Huan Shen’s bones. In this mountain.
So naturally he would not touch the bones.
Even before leaving, Shu Guan paid a serious salute to the corpse.
Having protected the living beings here for tens of thousands of years during life and after death, Shu Guan felt that he should perform this ritual to the corpse of Huan Shen.
What's more, I also learned two mysterious secret arts from here. In a sense, I can be regarded as the descendant of this Huan Shen.
After saluting, Shu Guan took a deep breath, then jumped up, his fingers inserted into the rocks of the cave wall like sharp knives, and climbed up like a monkey.
Within a few breaths, he returned to the hole above again, much faster than when he jumped.
Then Shu Guan picked up the lid made of black ice iron and put it back at the entrance of the cave.
To be honest, this piece of black ice iron cover can definitely be regarded as a rare treasure in the current world of cultivation. If it is handed into the hands of a practitioner who is good at refining weapons, there is even a chance to refine a real magic weapon, or a powerful weapon. Powerful flying sword.
But Shu Guan also had no intention of taking it away.
Huan Shen's bones are at the bottom of the cave. If you take away this black ice iron cover, are you going to let the soil bury his bones?
And you can’t take advantage of all the opportunities at once!
This is a very important rule in Feng Shui.
He has gained enough today. If he takes away the Xuanbing Iron Cap again, it is called "extermination" in Feng Shui terms. This kind of behavior can easily bring disaster to himself.
Although it is only possible, people should be in awe.
Shu Guan covered the hole, then bent his knees and jumped back to the ground about twenty meters high.
Then he casually kneaded the magic formula, and the soil all over the courtyard immediately began to flow towards the pothole. The pothole was quickly filled up and restored to its original appearance. Even those temple worshipers who were in this temple every day should be able to easily detect it. Nothing unusual.
Then Shu Guan quietly left this small temple that concealed a huge secret, and also left this small riverside town that had an important influence on him and the four-legged snake.
Two hours later, Shu Guan met Han Biao again on a deserted beach two hundred miles away from Huancheng.
"Why did it take so long?"
Han Biao asked in surprise.
"I discovered something, so I stayed an extra day."
Shu Guan said with a smile, then looked at the river and said:
"Where's that guy?"
"I let it swim forward on its own. You said it's not good to stop all the time."
"Then let's go too!"
Shu Guan took a suitcase from Han Biao.
The two figures moved further and further away in the direction of the river.
…
Jin Ziang has not been in good spirits these past few days. He thinks it must be related to the strange dragon he saw on the riverside early that morning and was too frightened.
Or maybe it was the young man who later sneaked into his home and asked him some strange questions, and he cast some kind of black magic on him.
Since dragons really exist in this world, is it any wonder that there are people who know magic?
Moreover, Houkai Jin Ziang also found out that the bodyguards who guarded the courtyard in his home were not killed, but everyone in his huge mansion suddenly fell into a coma at the same time.
What is this if not witchcraft?
It's just that although Jin Ziang is not a very smart person, he is by no means stupid. He has not told anyone about the dragon he saw on the riverside or the young man who came to see him later.
He even ordered the servants, bodyguards, and guards in the mansion not to spread the word about the strange things that happened in the mansion that day.
If you want to discuss this matter with someone, you can only discuss it with your two true friends.
So the next day Jin Ziang first sent someone to invite Qu Chaoyan, but the servant came back soon to report that late last night, Company Commander Qu received an urgent transfer order and set out for Jinling overnight, even There was no time to say goodbye to anyone.
Are you going to fight?
After hearing the news, Jin Ziang stood there for a long time, remembering that when Qu Chaoyan first returned to Huancheng, his wife's cousin was the chief envoy of Jiangzhou (in order to avoid trouble, some official positions still use ancient names) Something I once said to him.
"Zi'ang, you don't have to worry about your brother at all. He just suffered a temporary setback and seemed to be demoted. In fact, someone was trying to protect him. This is the trend of a dragon lurking in the abyss. It won't be long before it will happen again. The dragon soars and the tiger leaps, soaring to the nine heavens."
"... If you have the opportunity to come to Yuzhang, you can invite him to your home as a guest. My uncle would really like to get to know this new acquaintance of yours."
The cousin always spoke in such a formal manner. Jin Ziang was confused at the time and didn't understand at this time.
It's not a dragon, they actually saw a dragon a few days ago.
After seeing the dragon, Qu Chaoyan was ordered to return to Jinling that night. Jin Ziang didn't know whether to be worried or happy about his good friend who had grown up together.
But I am more worried after all, because it seems that there is going to be a war between the Kingdom of the Rising Sun and Dahua. If Brother Qu is transferred back so urgently, I wonder if he will go to the front line.
Then Jin Ziang sent someone to invite Qingqing, because he heard Qingqing say that the strange young man also went to find her.
However, Qingqing asked someone to come back and report that he was unavailable these days and would come back to him in two days.
And because he was feeling a little low these past few days, and because so many things happened, Jin Ziang didn't go out these days, and he didn't hang out with friends or have fun.
At noon that day, as usual, he went back to his room to take a nap after lunch, but not long after he slept, he was woken up by an abnormal noise.
Jin Ziang was so frightened that he sat up from the bed and hid directly in the corner of the bed, as if he was afraid of the well rope after being bitten by a snake for ten years.
Only this time, what woke him up was neither the mouse nor the sudden addition of a person in the room, but a knock on the door.
Jin Ziang climbed down from the large bed and walked toward the door in confusion.
Because he had already told the bodyguards outside the door not to disturb him when he was taking a nap.
Could it be that Sister Qing is here?
Sister Qing can come and go freely in her own home, but barging in and knocking on her door is indeed what Sister Qing would do.
Jin Ziang opened the door.
But he didn't see Sister Qing, but a corpse.
Because of what happened a few days ago, when Jin Ziang sleeps, no matter at noon or at night, a bodyguard will be arranged to guard the door.
And now the bodyguard fell outside the door, in a pool of blood, and blood was still flowing out from his slit throat.
And on the bodyguard's body, there was a five-inch-tall white paper man standing, covered in blood. He was knocking on the door with his thin palms stained with blood.
It turns out that the person who knocked on the door just now was this paper man.
If it had been in the past, Jin Ziang would have fainted from fright when he suddenly saw such a strange and terrifying scene.
But because he has seen many similarly weird things in the past few days, such as dragons and young people who know magic, his mental endurance has become much better.
However, at this moment, Jin Ziang was still terrified. The muscles on his face were twisted irregularly, and there was a "gurgling" sound in his throat. He was so frightened that he forgot to call for help.
And the little paper man, who looked like a living creature, suddenly jumped up and hit Jin Ziang's shoulder.
I don’t know where this little paper man got such strength, and he actually knocked Jin Ziang to the ground in one go.
The violent shock caused Jin Ziang to temporarily lose the ability to move in pain. The little paper man jumped off his shoulder, stretched out a paper hand, grabbed his collar, and dragged him into the room again, until he Next to the bed, he easily threw Jin Ziang's body, which was many times larger than it, onto the bed.
At this time, Jin Ziang finally reacted, and then began to shout for help while struggling to get up from the bed.
The cry for help echoed in the empty corridor outside the room, but unfortunately no one showed up.
The little paper man also jumped on the bed and stepped on Jin Ziang's chin.
Jin Ziang suddenly felt that his neck bones were about to be broken. The huge force made him fall back on the bed again, and the excruciating pain made him unable to cry out for a while.
The little paper man also stretched out a hand and placed it on Jin Ziang's throat.
A cold, knife-like touch came from his throat, making Jin Ziang dare not move.
The little paper man stood quietly on his chin and did not move.
This little paper man didn't even have any eyebrows. He just looked at the snow-white face with a few drops of blood splattered on it, but Jin Ziang seemed to feel that the other person was staring at him indifferently.
This is really a weird and terrifying thing.
At this moment, there was finally a sound of footsteps outside the door.
Could it be that his bodyguards have finally arrived?
Jin Ziang, with a glimmer of hope in his heart, raised his voice again and called for help.
"No need to shout, no one will come to save you even if you shout till your throat is broken, because I have already killed everyone in your house."
As a slightly hoarse old voice sounded, an old man walked into Jin Ziang's room.
This is an old man who looks to be in his early seventies. He is thin and short, with a slightly hunched back. His wrinkled cheeks are deeply sunken. A pair of triangular eyes are shining with a cold light. He is wearing a linen coat, black cloth shoes, and a pair of black shoes on his chest. There is a cassock hanging on it, and many white paper corners can be vaguely seen inside the cassock. Regardless of his dress or facial expression, he looks like an old country farmer.
Behind the ugly and weird old man, there were six or seven small paper figures. The small paper figures were also about five inches tall, and their bodies were also stained red with blood. They were lined up in a straight line, like a row. Like a small army, they raised their hands and feet in uniform movements, walking behind the old man, leaving a dazzling trail of blood on the ground where they walked.
When he saw the old man and those little paper figures walking in, the hope that Jin Ziang had just raised was instantly shattered.
The weird old man walked into the room, pulled up a chair, came to Jin Ziang's bed, put it on the chair and sat down.
The position where he sat was almost exactly the same as the position where Shu Guan sat a few days ago.
The little paper figures behind him surrounded him in the center.
The old man looked at Jin Ziang for a moment, and then said something to Jin Ziang with a smile.
"I'm going to ask you some questions, and I hope you can answer them honestly, otherwise my good baby will really slit your throat, just like the bodyguard outside your door."
The old man pointed at the small paper man standing motionless on Jin Ziang's chin.
Although his face was full of smiles, there was no smile in those triangular eyes, only coldness.
...asking questions again...asking questions again...why do you all ask me questions! …
After hearing what the old man said, Jin Ziang suddenly collapsed. He even forgot about his fear and just wanted to yell a few words crazily.
The weird old man was talking to himself:
"A few days ago, someone came here to buy your life."
"Of course, I won't tell you who that person is."
"And the old man gave him a paper man. If he wants to kill ordinary people like you, a good baby is enough."
"But five days ago, Laochan's good baby lost mental contact with Laochan."
"And the person who bought your life also found Old Man again and said that you are still alive and kicking."
"So I have no choice but to come to you in person, otherwise I will have to pay a large sum of money to the person who bought your life. I don't want to pay this money. It's my coffin book, and I can't bear to part with it."
"However, I came to you for something more important."
The weird old man stared at Jin Ziang and asked slowly:
"That's five days ago, who broke the old paper man's magic and saved your life?"
"I have just seen it. You are just an ordinary person. If no one helps you, you will never be able to avoid the assassination of my good baby."
"Tell me, who is that person?"
"...I don't know...I don't know anything!"
Jin Ziang finally yelled crazily. These days, he had experienced too many weird and terrifying things. At this time, his emotions were suppressed to the extreme, but he could no longer bear it and collapsed completely.
The weird old man frowned. He could see that Jin Ziang was in a very abnormal mental state at the moment, and he might not be able to answer the question properly.
So the old man sneered and whispered to himself:
"In this case, I can only search for your soul directly."
"But after searching for souls, you will become an idiot, so you can't blame me... Hehe, I was going to kill you in the first place, so it doesn't matter."
While speaking, the weird old man stretched out a hand as dry as an eagle's talon, grabbed Jin Ziang's throat, and dragged him in front of him. The little paper man who originally stood on Jin Ziang's chin was He jumped onto the old man's arm.
The strange old man put his face in front of Jin Ziang's eyes. At this moment, his eyes lit up with a deep green light.
Jin Ziang's body suddenly shook, his eyes turned white, his expression became dull, and then, many pictures began to flash in his eyes.
The weird old man looked at those pictures carefully.
He was using some secret method to look through Jin Ziang's memory.
However, unlike Shu Guan's Dream Entry Technique, the Dream Entrance Technique allows you to directly enter other people's souls and search for the memories you need at will. You can even go directly to Fushiya Soul to observe a person's deepest secrets.
But the secret technique of the strange old man is not so mysterious. It can only be viewed one by one like a movie played in reverse.
This method will naturally cause great damage to the soul of the person being cast.
Generally speaking, ordinary people who have their memories searched by this soul-searching technique will become idiots.
The strange old man's eyes became green at this time, staring at the pictures flashing in Jin Ziang's eyes without blinking, for fear of missing any details.
Not long after, the weird old man suddenly let out a soft cry.
"Who is this young man?"
"Well, he said that he came to see this person named Jin a few days ago, but this person named Jin couldn't remember it... This young man must be a practitioner. Could it be that my paper puppet technique was broken by this person? "
"Look again."
"Hey, why does he ask the person named Jin these things? The strange disease more than ten years ago... Could it be that this person named Jin still has some secrets?"
The strange old man had a look of confusion on his face.
However, he did not stop searching for Jin Ziang's soul, although he suspected that it was the one he saw in Jin Ziang's memory just now. The young man with an ordinary appearance who sneaked into Jin Ziang's house broke his paper puppet skills. But you have to see it with your own eyes.
So the weird old man continued to look through Jin Ziang's memories.
However, not long after, the old man let out a strange scream again.
Compared to the slightly confused cry just now, the strange cry coming out of the old man's mouth now was filled with emotions of extreme astonishment, panic and disbelief.
"...What is that? Is it a dragon?..."
"How can this be!"
The weird old man exclaimed in a trembling voice, his old face flushed red with excitement.
But just when he was about to take a closer look, his ears suddenly twitched slightly.
Not long ago, when he entered the Jin family's house, he placed a paper man at the gate. It was not because he was worried about anything, but simply out of a cautious habit.
But at this time, the paper man placed at the gate transmitted some sounds to his ears.
It was the conversation between a man and a woman.
Judging from the voices, the man and woman should be very young.
"Senior brother, we are here. This is Jin Ziang's home."
"Okay, let's go in and ask to see what happened to him a few days ago. There is actually a side art such as Paper Man Technique..."
"No, the smell of blood is so strong. Something happened inside. Let's go in quickly!"
Hearing the voice coming from his ears, the expression of the strange old man changed again.
Then he left and released the hand that was holding Jin Ziang's throat. He made a sudden move with his other hand, and the little paper figures immediately jumped into the gauze on his chest.
Then the weird old man flew up without hesitation, smashed through the wall at the head of the bed, and disappeared outside the hole in the wall.
(End of chapter)
