At midnight, the noisy first-floor hall of Ziyan Pavilion finally returned to calm. Only a few guests remained and spent the night on wooden couches because there were not enough guest rooms.
When everyone was exhausted physically and mentally, Tong Bo took action; in the cold woodshed, Salba was piled together with the two corpses that had been poisoned before.
"Hey! This is really the end of the world. All of you who are rich or noble in front of me end up like this after death." Although Tong Bo sighed, he could not destroy the current situation in the woodshed, so he had to lean down and check carefully. .
"The poison spread so fast. Several people's bodies became stiff and their skin almost turned black." Tong Bo wrapped the prepared cloth around his right hand and removed the clothes of Salba and the other two corpses one by one.
"Huh? What's this wound?" Tong Bo touched the back of Salba's neck with his Chinese medicine and food together, and two pinprick-like wounds were revealed in a 'herringbone' shape.
"At first glance, it looks like a silver needle injury, but this wound is definitely not." Tong Bo examined the wound carefully: "If it was a silver needle injury, the cross section of the wound should be neat; and the cross sections of these two wounds should be neat. The cut surface is uneven, as if it had been stung by something."
"The same goes for these two people." Tong Bo stood up and shook his head: "It seems there are only so many clues."
"Chichichi!" A rustling voice drew Tong Bo's eyes to one of the corpses.
"Is this a young scorpion?" Tong Bo looked at the two small pincers of the black young scorpion, which was only about the size of a finger. The way it opened its teeth and claws was very cute. He couldn't help but pick it up and touch it to his hand wrapped in cloth. heart.
"Little one, where are you from?" Tong Bo talked to the young scorpion with great interest, but the young scorpion turned sideways and ignored Tong Bo like a child playing tricks.
"That's it." Tong Bo looked at the young scorpion's pair of pliers that opened and closed, and suddenly realized: "It turns out that the wound was caused by the scorpion's pliers piercing the flesh, so that the cross-section of the wound would look uneven."
"But such a small scorpion obviously can't do it." Tong Bo held his chin and thought: "If the scorpion that stung them happened to be reproducing at the time of the attack, it would explain it."
"What a coincidence. It's like a storyteller." Tong Bo shook his head and joked to Young Scorpion: "Little guy, although I feel sorry for you, but in order to find out the truth, I have to ask you to sacrifice."
Tong Bo held his breath, spread out his right palm, and sprinkled the light blue powder obtained from Liu Ningshi from the handkerchief toward the young scorpion's body with his left palm.
"Chichichichi!" The young scorpion that originally made only a weak sound suddenly became violent after being stained with powder, waving its pincers and crawling up Tong Bo's palm.
Upon seeing this, Tong Bo quickly flicked the young scorpion out of his palm. The little finger-sized thing suddenly changed its body from black to bright yellow and looked crystal clear. It climbed up Salba's body extremely quickly, using its pincers. Stab deep into the flesh.
"Hey! It's true!" Tong Bo stabbed the young scorpion with his dagger, ending its life in an instant: "No matter how poisonous the scorpion is, it can't poison the human heart!"
"To inform the head of the family, all the shops in the pavilion, large and small, have compromised and are willing to donate their properties to us." In the Ziyan Pavilion, Lu Xingyun respectfully handed a stack of paper to Lu Qin, who was sitting on the seat of the head: "These They are all gift documents signed by them voluntarily, and please ask outsiders to review them."
"Here, let me take a look outside?" Lu Qin took the stack of paper while drinking wine. He looked at the square seal on it and smiled happily: "Xingyun, you did a good job."
"Huh? Is that you?" Lu Xingyun glanced at the mediocre-looking commoner man next to Lu Qin and asked, "Didn't I punish you to work in the poultry house and not enter the main building until summoned?"
"Hmph!" The mediocre-looking man in civilian clothes snorted coldly. He didn't seem to buy Lu Xingyun's opinion. He just said lightly: "If it weren't for the sake of the head of the house, you, the so-called head of the pavilion, are nothing in my eyes."
"Linghu Bei! You are just a dog raised by the Lu family. If it hadn't been for the Lu family, you would have met the King of Hell long ago!" Lu Xingyun stared at the man in cloth, his eyes about to burst into flames.
"Yes, I am a dog raised by the Lu family!" Linghu Bei heard Lu Xingyun's provocative words, but his heart was not disturbed at all, and there was not even a trace of expression on his face: "But, can you, Lu Xingyun, represent the Lu family? Although your surname is Lu, isn’t he just a dog raised by the Lu family?”
"You?" Lu Xingyun was robbed by Linghu Bei, and his whole body was shaking with anger; but what could he do, he couldn't scold him, and there was no chance of winning if he fought with him, so he had to remain silent.
"Ahem! Okay, okay! It's been so many years, but you two are still the same, always quarreling whenever we meet." Lu Qin coughed twice and settled the matter: "Xingyun! Back then Linghu It has been some years since I broke the family rules and was punished by being sent to the poultry house in Ziyan Pavilion. Now it is the time for the enemy to hire people. I hope the two of you can put aside the past grudges and work together to overcome this difficulty."
"Yes, Patriarch." In front of Lu Qin, the two of them, who had just been bickering like children, neither of them dared to be presumptuous, and both responded respectfully.
"Xingyun, you go first." A cold light flashed in Lu Qin's eyes: "By the way, I'll call Zhang Botian here. I have something to ask him."
"Yes, head of the family." Before Lu Xingyun went out, he did not forget to glare at Linghu Bei, as if to say, let's wait and see.
Not long after, Zhang Botian walked in with an anxious mood, clasped his fists towards Lu Qin and said, "Botian has met the head of the family."
"Botian! This mission is completely good. I am very satisfied with it." Lu Qin smiled slightly, exerted force in his palm, and the wine bottle filled with grape wine flew towards Zhang Botian.
"What a strong palm force!" Lu Qin looked chubby and well-dressed in gold and silver, but the force of his palm made Zhang Botian feel pain in his mouth and he was amazed.
"Botian! This fine grape wine comes from the Western Regions. I got it after begging Your Majesty for a long time." Lu Qin looked at Zhang Botian's surprised expression and was very proud. He smiled and said, "Come on, let's have a taste!"
"Thank you, Master, for the wine!" The sweet and mellow aroma of the wine made Zhang Botian unable to help himself. He raised his neck and drank all the wine in the wine cup.
"Botian! You should understand that all meritorious deeds must be rewarded and delinquencies must be punished!" Lu Qin wiped away his previous smile, and his expression instantly became cold: "I have already rewarded the cup of grapes just now, should I say something next? Tell me about the mistakes you made?"
"I, I..." An ominous premonition arose in Zhang Botian's heart, and he became panicked, but his words remained tough: "What mistake did Botian make, and do you want the master of the family to make it clear?"
"What, you still don't want to admit it?" Lu Qin sighed slightly and said, "Colluding with the guard Ye Hu of the White Tiger Academy of the Jingwei Mansion, isn't this a big enough mistake?"
"Master, I didn't!" Zhang Botian was shocked and subconsciously said, "Master, please don't listen to the villain's slander."
"The slander of a villain?" Lu Qin laughed up to the sky, and then teased Linghu Bei beside him: "How about it? Others call you a villain in front of you, what do you say?"
"Hmph! Two hours ago, Manager Zhang made himself look like a bearded face, sneaked into Ziyanxuan and went to Room No. 28, Tianzi, and in that room lived Ye Hu and a man with a mysterious identity. A woman." Linghu said sadly.
"Who are you? Why do you know so clearly?" Zhang Botian thought that with the blessing of being a manager, he could do things without knowing it. Unexpectedly, his whereabouts were noticed by others.
"Me?" Linghu looked at Zhang Botian with disdain and said mockingly: "A handyman from Ziyan Poultry House, the kind who likes to slander others."
"Botian God, you hid it deep enough!" Lu Qin tutted and said with a smile, "If it weren't for Ye Hu, I wouldn't have known that you were actually from the Jingwei Mansion!"
Zhang Botian didn't answer. He who had been slowly moving towards the door suddenly moved his feet and rushed towards the door.
"Are you leaving?" Linghu Bei moved his right palm, and it seemed as if there was an invisible wall of energy blocking the door. Zhang Botian felt a huge force rebounding him back.
"Not bad, not bad. Your skills seem to have improved a lot." Lu Qin drank the wine calmly as if he were watching a play.
"Since we can't leave, let's just deal with you all together." Zhang Botian used his inner strength, and his right palm was filled with black evil energy, and he struck Linghu Bei.
"Is this the power of killing?" Linghu Bei remained motionless and didn't care, letting Zhang Botian's palm attack him: "Let me test the power."
"No matter how strong you are, as long as you are hit by my killing power, you will peel off your skin even if you don't die." The moment Zhang Botian's right palm touched Linghu Bei's body, he felt overjoyed.
"Is this the so-called killing power? It's just tickling." Linghu said coldly, letting Zhang Botian's palm slap his chest with an expressionless face.
"No! How come this touch seems to have blocked all my killing power?" Zhang Botian saw that his palm seemed to be wrapped in a layer of mist, and could not be pressed at all. He shouted that something was wrong, and quickly withdrew his palm and retreated. .
"You hit me and you want to run away?" Linghu Bei thought, and the mist wrapped around Zhang Botian's palm spread instantly, and became like transparent air ropes in the air, binding him tightly.
"This? This is..." Zhang Botian looked at his bound limbs in horror. He suddenly thought of a kung fu in his mind and couldn't help but blurt out: "Internal force transforms into shape."
"Zhang Botian, you have some knowledge." Linghu Bei clasped his hands on his chest and said calmly: "My inner power can be transformed into various forms, and if you want to fight against it with the power of killing, it will be like hitting a stone with an egg. .”
"However, I really cherish talents." Lu Qin continued Linghu Bei's words: "If you are willing to be loyal to me, I would not mind improving your strength."
"Dream, Zhang is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death." Zhang Botian struggled hard, but the restraint on himself became tighter and tighter.
"Hey! I knew it wouldn't be that easy." Lu Qin sighed, took a yellow porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Linghu Bei: "Give him the medicine in the bottle."
"You, what do you want to serve me?" Zhang Botian looked at Linghu Bei, who was approaching step by step, and the fear in his heart instantly intensified. This person is a knifeman, and I am a fish. It's hard for anyone to feel.
"Have you ever heard of zombie medicine?" Lu Qin smiled so proudly: "Take this medicine and your skills will be greatly improved."
"Zombies scattered?" Zhang Botian's pupils dilated several times and he struggled even more. He didn't want to become neither human nor ghost in the future: "No! Please, no!"
But no matter how Zhang Botian shouted, Linghu Bei ruthlessly poured the medicine in the white porcelain bottle into his mouth.
