Song Ciwan's hand bounced away from the fox demon, and when he looked around, he felt a bit thrilling.
For no other reason, it turned out that at the same time she came into contact with the fox demon, the other servants in the washroom also began to come into contact with the demon corpses assigned to them.
One of the handymen was assigned a pitch-black clepsydra. The clepsydra looked like it was only two palms in size. The body of the pitch-black pot was covered with deep purple meridians like blood vessels. This shape could have been called... It’s weird and terrifying——
The handyman picked up the clepsydra with both hands and dipped it into the grass-washing liquid. The next moment, his feet suddenly slipped, and for some reason he suddenly jumped forward.
"Ah!" a handyman on his right exclaimed.
Hearing the sound of rushing water, the handyman cleaning the clepsydra fell headlong into the water tank in front of him!
Song Ciwan stood on his left side and watched as the man's exposed feet suddenly kicked up.
It was just a push, and then there was no movement from the person in the water tank.
"Ah! Ah!" There were screams in the washroom again.
Some handymen even squatted on the ground, holding their heads and crying in fear.
Manager Hu rushed in with his guards. One of the guards reached out and pulled the person out of the water tank, then threw the person to the ground.
"Already dead." Manager Hu frowned and said, "We are recruiting people again, trouble! You..."
He stretched out his hand and pointed at Song Ciwan next to him. It wasn't that Song Ciwan stood out, but mainly because he was nearby.
Song Ciwan's cultivation time is too short, and she can't even be considered as a beginner. At most, she can reduce her sense of presence. As for making people turn a blind eye to her under any circumstances, there is still a long way to go.
Manager Hu assigned Song Ciwan to take over the cleaning of the magical clepsydra, and then the guards carried away the dead servant.
In the thatched bathroom, there were still people crying.
Manager Hu said impatiently: "Why are you crying? If you don't want to do it, just leave immediately. If you don't leave, just work hard. If you can't finish today's work, you'll be beaten to death if you turn around!"
As he spoke, he pulled out a whip from his waist and threw it to the ground with a snap.
With just this move, the stone floor was ripped open with a hole that was about an inch deep.
What is this power? The servants all silenced, and Song Ciwan was also shocked.
Manager Hu looks like he has a big belly, but he turns out to have this skill.
While Song Ciwan silently cleaned the fox corpse, he couldn't help but secretly compare his own situation.
In terms of cultivation techniques, the Zuowang Heart Sutra practiced by Song Ciwan should be a very high-level Immortal Way Heart Technique. She now also has a ray of true energy. According to the realm of the immortal cultivation system, she has entered the stage of introducing the energy into the body.
Refining essence and transforming Qi, refining Qi and transforming into spirit, refining spirit and returning to void, refining void and combining with Tao.
These are the four major stages of immortal cultivation. Introducing Qi into the body is only the first stage. It has not even truly entered the Qi Transformation realm.
With this level of cultivation, no matter how advanced his skills are, he can only be a novice.
What's more, Song Ciwan still lacks attack skills, escape spells, and various immortal methods.
Alas, it’s really far, far too far!
Song Ciwan suddenly felt a sense of sincerity and fear, and now he worked harder and harder, secretly making up his mind: The world is so dangerous, who can I be?
She lowered her head and washed a four-foot-long fox corpse completely, then used all her strength to lift it out of the water tank and put it on a drying rack nearby.
The water drops that had washed the demon corpse were dripping down. Song Ciwan's hand brushed against the fox demon's eyes that refused to close until death. The next moment, the scales of heaven and earth appeared again.
Hey, this...
Nothing appeared on the scale this time, but a scene vaguely appeared in Song Ciwan's mind, like an old movie.
What?
——The main character in the picture is a wild fox in the mountains. It originally knew nothing about human affairs and only knew how to run carelessly in the mountains and fields, sleep with the heaven and the earth in its arms, and eat the essence of the sun and the moon.
Until one day, it accidentally fell into a hunter's trap. When it was about to die, it was saved by Cui Niang, a peasant girl who was passing by to collect medicine.
Cui Niang was a simple and kind-hearted farm girl. Although she lived a poor life, she was never greedy. She saw that the little fox was pitiful and cute, and seemed to be spiritual, so she couldn't bear to hurt it.
She not only released the little fox from the trap, but also quietly took it home, fed it and treated its injuries.
Over such a period of time, the relationship between one person and one fox gradually deepened, and gradually they even developed a sense of being together.
The accident happened suddenly, and Xiaohu will never forget that day in his life.
A group of powerful slaves rushed into Cui's house, and a girl dressed as a bride said, "Young lady, you are so lucky. We, Xu Yuanwai, in the north of the city, have a fate with you, and we are willing to take you home to be the seventh wife as your wife!"
What is Mrs. Ru? Isn't that a concubine?
She would rather be a poor man's wife than a rich man's concubine, so Cui Niang naturally doesn't want to do that.
But she never expected that her brother had a huge gambling debt from a gambling house and was just waiting for her to repay the money. How could she refuse?
The parents cried, the elder brother urged, the gongs and drums beat, the suona sounded, Cuiniang was covered with a pink hijab, and was helped onto the sedan chair.
The little fox's magic power was low and his injuries were not healed. He could not fight against the many powerful slaves, so he could only quietly hide under Cuiniang's skirt, get on the sedan chair with her, and then endure the torments of fate.
From then on, the beautiful and wealthy courtyard became the abyss into which Cuiniang fell. At first she was angry and unwilling, then dazzled, and then addicted to madness.
Yes, this world is obviously so colorful, why can't she indulge in it?
They snatched her away, and then they suppressed her, humiliated her, looked down upon her, and tortured her! In those days when she was laughed at, in those days and nights when she was treated as a plaything, she was obviously dressed in brocade, but she often endured hunger, with her cloak exposed to the snow...
What kind of heavenly principle is this?
Since there is only vicissitudes of life in the world, she would rather feed her heart to the monster!
The little fox with low magic power grew up rapidly under Cui Niang's painstaking feeding.
Strange things began to happen frequently in the Xu family in the north of the city, and enemies died mysteriously one after another. Until Cui Niang became more and more resentful, the little fox spirit filled the Xu Mansion, and the Xuan Deng Department was alerted!
That night, the little fox devoured Cuiniang's flesh and blood, and fought to the death with the demon-killing guard holding a blood-breaking knife.
The demonic energy was boiling, and the little fox was as fast as the wind, with sharp claws everywhere. After the Demon-Slaying Captain lifted him up, an officer threw it towards the little fox.
The sharp claws scratched Zaoli's body, and Zaoli screamed in pain, blood splattered three feet high.
The demon-slaying captain's long sword turned forward and drank the man's hot blood. In an instant, the sword's light surged and the blood-breaking sword came out.
In the little fox's world, this knife is the last light it can see.
After that, the world returned to darkness, and there seemed to be still Cui Niang's laughter and cries, as well as the faint words of the Demon-Slaying Captain: "Those who sacrifice will follow the old rules and receive a pension of one hundred taels..."
What, the little fox doesn’t understand, and it’s too lazy to understand. It died, together with the green lady in its belly.
Next to the drying rack, Song Ciwan, who had read this image like a revolving door, was suddenly stunned and his heart beat like a drum.
Some information that had been ignored before was struggling to break through at this moment.
Did Zao Li die because he was killing demons, or was he dying because he was sacrificing a sword?
The standard pension is one hundred taels, but Song Youde's pension is only fifty taels!
Song Ciwan took a step back, and on the scale of heaven and earth that appeared in front of him, there was another cloud of gray-black and golden light: [Cui Niang's obsession, people will have desires and resentments, and love will be separated... It's three pounds or four taels, but Sale. 】
