Zhongzhou, Yang Ning’s store.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Tula's identity as a holy monk was there, and when he left Yang Ning's store, he enjoyed state guest-level treatment.
However, in Yang Ning's store, he never imagined that Yang Ning himself would not give him face, but that the little special agent of the Special Administration Bureau in front of him would not give him face?
He turned to look at Yang Ning and wanted to ask, "Is this the way Xia Guo treats guests?"
But looking at Yang Ning's indifferent face, as if nothing had happened, she still couldn't say anything.
Yang Ning took the initiative and asked: "Holy Monk, how is the True Dragon Holy Monk among you doing lately?"
Tula did not look into Yang Ning's eyes, but looked at the several soul lamps in front of his desk and said: "Okay, okay..."
"Okay, that's fine. I haven't seen him for several years, eight or nine years, right?"
Yang Ning seemed to be recalling the past and said: "I was still young at that time, and he was the first person to make me realize that there is a future in the world."
"Tsk, that's a pity."
As he spoke, Yang Ning smiled at Tula and asked: "Holy monk, it's a pity, isn't it? The chess game is just one move away. You don't have to be so frightened today."
With that said, Yang Ning picked up the tea cup and took a sip, looking at Tula with a playful look in her eyes.
After all, he was one of the seven holy monks. Even though Tula was frightened in his heart, on the surface, his demeanor was still relatively normal.
"It's a pity, but looking at it now..."
The holy monk of Tula finally dared to look at Yang Ning and continued: "At least, the result is good."
"Um."
Yang Ning nodded and said, "I agree with what the holy monk said. When I was still young, I did some wrong things and took some detours."
As he spoke, Yang Ning picked up a new tea cup, poured water into it, flipped her wrist, and slowly sprinkled it on the floor beside her.
Listening to Yang Ning's words admitting his mistake just now, the eyelids of the holy monk Tula twitched suddenly. He recalled something extremely painful in his eyes, but soon, the old holy monk covered it up again.
Putting away the water cup, Yang Ning looked at Holy Monk Tula and said with a smile: "Holy Monk, I was wrong about what happened back then."
"But today, please tell me..."
Yang Ning picked up Lorraine's soul lamp on the table, "Tell me, who was wrong about this?"
"Yes, Lorraine was wrong."
Tula's voice clearly lacked confidence when he spoke.
Even the saintly monk demeanor he had always maintained had become much weaker invisibly.
Yang Ning's hand that picked up the soul lamp stopped in the air without moving. The smile on his face seemed to be fixed, neither thick nor thin, "Holy Monk Tula, I'm not asking about the arson back then. It’s what happened between me and Saint Monk Kang Min regarding this soul lamp.”
"Please tell me again, who is at fault in this matter?"
The old holy monk Tula's lips trembled slightly, but he still insisted: "Lorraine is wrong."
"If it weren't for Lorraine, there wouldn't be all this strife."
Yang Ning smiled and said: "Okay."
He held the soul lamp in one hand and placed the other hand on the candle flame to flick it.
In an instant, the flames on the candle flickered out, and a hideous and painful human face was faintly visible in it.
"Master Tula, since you all think Lorraine is wrong..."
Yang Ning said, the movement of flicking the flames with her hands gradually slowed down, but the face vaguely visible in the candlelight became more and more painful!
"Then, I might as well just let Lorraine go, right? It's all his fault anyway."
Suddenly, Yang Ning pinched the flame, and the flame that was originally burning was extinguished on the spot!
The human face that was faintly visible in the flames also disappeared!
"Don't!"
The old holy monk Tula said hurriedly: "It's not Lorraine's fault, it's Kang Min's fault! Kang Min's obsession with this apprentice is too deep, it's his fault!"
Yang Ning sneered and let go of his hand, and the flames jumped up again.
The painful and ferocious expression on the face that was vaguely visible in the flames added a new emotion, fear.
Yang Ning said quietly: "Since you also know that Luo Lin is wrong, then I won't say anything, just like what I said to Yuhan Buddha before."
"If you want Lorraine's soul lamp, you can exchange it for the old holy monk's soul."
Yang Ning's eyes once again showed the excitement and excitement before, "I haven't dealt with your celestial monks yet!"
"Should I refine him into red clothes or light a soul lamp? This is a question..."
Tula closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said nervously: "I'll ask Kang Min and see what he chooses."
"Borrow paper and pen. The paper should be translucent soft paper, and the pen should be a brush or quill."
Yang Ning closed her eyes and said softly: "Bring it up to Master."
A evil girl picked up a tray from the corner of the store with prepared brushes and rice paper on it, walked forward and placed it in front of Tula.
It seemed that Yang Ning had expected Tula to come and had prepared in advance.
There was no ink in the paper and pen that was brought to him, but Tula didn't care. He picked up the brush and glanced at Yuhan, who was standing next to him like a fool.
Yuhan understood immediately and hurried forward to open the rice paper.
Tula took the brush and simply drew horizontal and vertical strokes on it.
He looked at Yang Ning, "I asked Kang Min if he would be willing to use his remaining breath in exchange for his apprentice. Horizontal means rejection, vertical means agreement."
Yang Ning yawned, nodded and said nothing.
Soon, a vertical line appeared on the paper, as if someone were really writing with a brush dipped in ink.
Looking at this gesture, Tula's eyes showed deep sadness.
Tears welled up in his eyes and he murmured to himself: "W-why are you doing this?"
Next to her, Yang Ning frowned and said to herself: "Red clothes? Soul lamp? Red clothes?"
"No, the soul lamp feels better."
"But the functionality of the soul lamp is much worse than that of Hong Yi?"
"Oh, it's so hard to choose!"
As if he didn't hear anything, Tula returned the pen and paper and said, "When everything is settled, please give them the last moment of master and disciple time to get along."
Yang Ning said without hesitation: "No problem, seven days."
Tula nodded, "Then, the matter of resurrecting a dead body?"
Yang Ning: "The soul has been returned to you. What to do with it is your business. I won't interfere."
There was no sign of relaxation on Tula's face, "Then if Kang Min succeeds in resurrecting Lorraine's corpse, will you continue to kill Lorraine?"
Yang Ning smiled and shook his head: "No."
Tula still did not relax his guard and continued to ask: "What about your evil spirit? Will it continue to kill Lorraine?"
Yang Ning still smiled and shook her head: "No."
Tula hesitated for a moment and continued to ask: "Then will you send others to kill Lorraine?"
Yang Ning still smiled and shook his head and said, "No."
Tula took a step forward with doubts on his face and asked urgently: "Why? You will let Lorraine live well? Do you have such a kind heart?!"
Yang Ning supported her head with her hands and said with a lack of interest, "Because of the question you asked..."
"His preconditions simply won't hold up."
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