The old man heard what Xu Taiping said.
There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes again, and he endured the pain and asked in a hoarse voice: "Really, really?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Xu Taiping's lips: "Do you have any choice?"
The old man closed his eyes.
After a moment, he whispered: "You can ask."
But Xu Taiping shook his head: "I won't ask anymore. You can tell yourself your name, age, apprenticeship, and everything related to the Tianxia Gang and Xiaowang Village. Say whatever you know."
"My name is Wang Shuanzhu. I am thirty-seven this year. I am from Luzuo. I have a paper-making shop on the street. I do some paper-making business to earn a living. The craftsmanship was passed down from my grandfather..."
Xu Taiping listened very carefully.
Wait until Wang Shuanzhu finishes speaking.
Nod with satisfaction.
Lifting his chin towards the old man: "Turn around."
Wang Shuanzhu suddenly felt panicked: "Master Xu, you, you said you wanted to let me go..."
Xu Taiping grinned: "Turn around if I ask you to. I didn't say I wanted to kill you, I just don't want you to see something you shouldn't see."
Wang Shuanzhu swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, turned his broken body tremblingly, turned his back to Xu Taiping, and begged tremblingly: "Master Xu, everything I said is true, please..."
"boom--"
Xu Taiping shook the iron ruler expressionlessly.
Shake off the red and white things on the iron ruler.
Then he wiped it clean on Wang Shuanzhu's body and inserted it back into his waist.
He bent down, took off Wang Shuanzhu's clothes, and dug out all the valuable things on Wang Shuanzhu's body.
Two or three pieces of broken silver.
A dagger.
A pair of scissors.
A stack of red, yellow, yellow and green papyrus.
There are also two paper charms.
The most valuable ones were the two paper charms, which were invisibility charms and were the rewards Wang Shuanzhu received from Cao Xin after completing the mission.
Wang Shuanzhu is a small role in the Tianxia Gang, but because he can control paper figures, he is useless against masters, but he is very powerful against ordinary people, so he has certain privileges, similar to Cao's novices' offerings, and does not need to be turned in like ordinary gang members. Property, doing daily tasks, just kill the people who deserve to be killed.
According to what Wang Shuanzhu himself said, during the six years he joined the Tianxia Gang, he killed 70 or 80 people, all in Luzuo Township, and all of them were ordinary people. A paper man could complete the task, which was very easy.
Today is the first time to deal with a monk.
Then, it was gone.
Xu Taiping shook his head.
This Wang Shuanzhu is somewhat capable, but he is not yet a monk.
He can only be regarded as a stranger among the people.
I have mastered a little bit of folk magic, but I don’t have a systematic way of practicing it or passing it on.
Essentially, they are still ordinary people.
It's burning life using spells.
Therefore, even though he is not yet thirty-seven, he is already as old as an old man.
For serious monks, the more they practice, the younger they become.
Just in line with that sentence, if you have blue, you will burn blue, but if you don't have blue, you will burn life.
Wang Shuanzhu doesn't have a blue bar, and practicing and using it costs lives.
Pity.
This paper manipulative technique is actually quite powerful.
And it should have something to do with Daomen.
If a serious monk controls this paper man, its lethality will be even greater.
Combined with Taoist secret techniques of Jia Ding, weapon refining techniques, incantations and other secret techniques, the combat effectiveness will be doubled.
pity.
Xu Taiping shook his head.
Carefully put away the two invisibility charms.
A fire was lit.
Striding back to the inn.
When we arrived at the inn, it was brightly lit but quiet.
Carefully move closer to the crack in the door to observe.
An oxtail knife stabbed out from the crack in the door.
Then came Zheng Bowen's roar: "You bastard, go to hell!"
Xu Taiping breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he shouted with a straight face: "Who are you scolding? Open the door!"
"Master Xu?"
"Um."
"Is it really you?"
"nonsense!"
The door of the inn was opened a crack, Zheng Bowen stuck his head out, saw Xu Taiping's face clearly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Master Xu, I thought you..."
"Thought I was dead?"
"Ahem, it's all Wang's fault. He said that the big-headed monster is very scary and will kill anyone who sees it. It has been for decades."
Xu Taiping snorted coldly without explaining.
Instead, he waved his hand: "Sleep."
Talk about sleeping.
But who can sleep?
In the city, there are dynasty fortunes, county soldiers guarding, and county officials sitting in charge. Even if there are monsters and monsters occasionally causing trouble, it will be difficult to achieve great results.
But in the countryside, no one knows when a big monster or ghost will pop up.
Just like that big-headed monster, it had been wiped out long ago in the county.
But in the countryside, no one has cared about it for decades.
Why?
The big-headed monster only kills three or five people a year, and there are many unruly people who have not yet died under the sticks of the subordinate tax officials. Moreover, it only commits crimes within the scope of Luzuo Township, so the impact is very small, and it is not considered at all in the eyes of the county magistrate. threaten.
Detectives like Zheng Bowen are also at the bottom of society in the city.
But living in the city, at least you can sleep peacefully every day.
I don’t know how many times happier than ordinary people in the countryside.
How can I still sleep after experiencing such a horrific incident all of a sudden?
Only Xu Taiping slept soundly.
the next day.
The sun was just rising.
Xu Taiping opened his eyes, called out to the policemen, washed briefly, said goodbye to Wang Erniu, and set off directly to Xiaowang Village.
The closer to Xiaowang Village.
The road conditions are actually getting better.
Although it is also a dirt road, it is at least flat and wide, without so many weeds, and even has signs of hardening.
Zheng Bowen followed Xu Taiping on horseback and whispered: "Master Xu, this Xiaowang Village looks better than the countryside. If it hadn't been for such a case, it would have been a paradise."
Xu Taiping nodded.
It does feel a bit like a paradise.
The closer.
The better the surrounding environment.
The fields and ridges are neat, the crops are luxuriant, and the ditches and ravines are neatly maintained.
Even the trees on both sides of the road are lined up in rows.
There are many wild flowers blooming in the wilderness on the hillside, which are obviously spread by humans.
but.
There were almost no animals along the way.
There were no chickens or dogs to hear each other, no cattle, sheep, donkeys and horses, and not even a bird was seen.
The whole village was quiet.
There was no sound at all.
This made Xu Taiping secretly shocked.
So weird.
Even the horse under his crotch looked around from time to time, looking very uneasy.
Xu Taiping held the handle of the knife and became more vigilant.
Enter the village along the increasingly flat continent.
Saw a house.
He shook his head towards Zheng Bowen: “Knock on the door.”
Zheng Bowen swallowed nervously, pulled out the oxtail knife, approached cautiously, and knocked twice on the black door.
no respond.
Knock again.
Still no movement.
Zheng Bowen looked back at Xu Taiping and saw that Xu Taiping didn't express anything, so he could only forcefully pry open a crack in the door and look inside.
The next second.
He screamed in surprise and hurriedly backed away.
His face was as white as paper.
His eyes were filled with fear.
Trembling like chaff, shaking non-stop.
Xu Taiping also felt chilled.
But he suddenly pulled out his oxtail knife, dismounted, rushed to the door, and kicked it with his feet.
"boom--"
There was a loud bang.
The black door was torn apart and sawdust flew, revealing the scene inside the courtyard.
Just one glance.
All the agents were furious at the same time and took a few steps back.
yard.
It is a mourning hall.
The memorial shed, elegiac couplets, coffins, wreaths, and offering tables were neatly arranged.
There are two mourning sticks standing next to the offering table.
The yard was even filled with white paper flowers.
Tiny.
Very refined.
The petals swayed gently in the breeze, making a subtle rustling sound.
