Standing behind the curtain, Song Ciwan witnessed a wonderful show in which "Niu Lao Liu was tortured in every possible way, and Wu Zhenren was repeatedly receiving human desires."
This scene actually felt strangely familiar to her!
From another perspective, Wu Zhenren's method of collecting "human desires" by holding a purifying bottle is similar to Song Ciwan's method of collecting "human desires" by using a scale of heaven and earth. Who can say that there is no similarity?
However, Song Ciwan would not stimulate others' emotions by deliberately torturing them, and she rarely even took the initiative to deliberately collect such things.
Even if she occasionally gave guidance to certain people, Song Ciwan's actions could at best be regarded as taking advantage of the situation and following the trend.
Compared with this Wu Zhenren, Song Ciwan can be regarded as the number one benevolent person in heaven!
Her lack of deliberateness and initiative also appears to be very inefficient.
But Song Ciwan did not regret his previous low efficiency. It was still the same principle. When people live in this world, there should always be some bottom line. Even if you are not a gentleman, you should do something and not do something.
The power of letting go of the bottom line will no longer be a power, but will inevitably become a devil!
How could Song Ciwan not understand this truth when he practiced the Void Magic Sword?
Niu Laoliu was tortured by Wu Zhenren until his whole body was covered with scorch marks and he was dying. Finally, he fell from a brazier to the ground. Seeing that Wu Zhenren could no longer squeeze out his emotions, he pretended to sigh and said: "Three Burning Tortures" Sixteen times, it’s considered somewhat pious. That’s all, I’ll lend you this treasure for now.”
As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw it.
A silver-gray, small shuttle-like thing rolled down to the ground.
The little silver shuttle rolled straight from under the curtain to Niu Lao Liu's hand. Niu Lao Liu lay on the ground and stretched out his hands, and quickly caught the little silver shuttle in his hand.
The moment Yinsuo took possession of it, he saw a silver light with a slight red glow suddenly covering Niu Laoliu's entire body. The injuries he had suffered before quickly improved under the penetration of the red light.
Niu Laoliu groaned and got up from the ground.
He held the silver shuttle in his hand, with an ecstatic expression on his face as if he had found a treasure.
"Thank you, Zhenren! Zhenzhen is so kind!"
Bang bang bang!
He kowtowed violently and almost crazily, but after a moment, blood started to flow from his forehead again.
A tiny wisp of red and white "human desire" emerged from the top of his head again, slightly curled through the curtain, and fell into the pure bottle in Wu Zhenren's hand.
The little silver shuttle continued to emit silver light in Niu Laoliu's hand, absorbing all the blood on his forehead and emitting red light to heal his wounds.
Behind the curtain, Wu Zhenren's voice was low and high: "Mortal, just go ahead. Put this treasure into water and soak it for three quarters of an hour. After drinking it, the martial arts practitioner will have his blood and Qi agitated, and he will die in the sun. In this way, You can take revenge!"
Niu Laoliu quickly kowtowed again and respectfully thanked Master Wu.
He left with the silver shuttle, but Song Ciwan was not in a hurry to chase him.
Song Ciwan knew where Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall was, so he was not afraid that he would not be able to find Niu Laoliu later.
Song Ciwan stayed at Wu Zhenren's residence for another quarter of an hour, only to see Wu Zhenren suddenly jump up from where he was after Niu Laoliu left.
As soon as he jumped, Song Ciwan could see clearly that what was exposed under the dark green feather cloak of the black master was not a normal human leg, but a pair of slender bird feet!
The bird's feet are inconvenient to wear shoes, and sticking out from under the empty trousers, a pair of bird's claws, eight bird toes, and the hooked claws gleam with cold light, which makes people feel frightened when they see it.
This Wu Zhenren clearly looks like a demon whose bestiality has not faded!
But the strange thing is that Song Ciwan could not sense any evil spirit from Wu Zhenren.
I don't know if he used some special method to cover up his demonic aura, or... this Wu Zhenren is really not a demon? Maybe there's another reason for his appearance?
Song Ciwan observed patiently and saw Wu Zhenren jumping up and then kicking the bird's feet and walking randomly on the ground.
As he walked, he kicked all the braziers on the ground, causing charcoal fire to scatter and fall on him. The feather coat on his body was not damaged at all, but he had an intoxicated look on his face.
"Mortals are so stupid, yet they can still be born with intelligence. God is so unfair!"
Wu Zhenren's face was intoxicated, and when he murmured to himself, his tone was fierce and mean.
"I don't accept it! I want all the stupid people in this world to be my qualifications to become a god!"
"Fool! If you don't go to hell, who will? Hahaha! Haha..."
Wu Zhenren laughed, his laughter was hoarse and strange, like a crow's low cry.
Song Ciwan frowned slightly when he heard this, and his eardrums seemed to be tingling.
Fortunately, Wu Zhenren didn't laugh for too long. After venting his anger, he kicked all the braziers aside, then held the clean bottle in his hand and put it into the hanging curtain in the room.
Yes, the curtain was obviously flat, but the bottle fell into the curtain with just a light touch.
It was as if there was an invisible paintbrush that instantly painted the bottle on the crow-green background of the curtain.
The end is amazing.
Immediately afterwards, the curtain began to sway like water waves.
There was a voice from behind the curtain that seemed far away, and sounded vaguely: "Karasuba, your speed of collecting faith seems to be slowing down recently?"
There was a hint of blame in this voice.
On this side of the curtain, Karasuba's wrinkled face suddenly became distorted for a moment.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be surprised, Barbarian. It's the New Year after all. Even the most evil people have to celebrate the New Year. How can people with enough resentment be so easy to find? I've tried my best, Laowu, but I hope Barbarian Please speak kindly to me, Lao Wu, in front of the second prince."
"If the barbarian can be accommodating, Laowu and I will not be that ignorant person..."
Karasuba's face was twisted and she spoke humble words.
These are not that important. For Song Ciwan at this moment, what shocked her deeply was the "Second Prince" that Wuyu suddenly mentioned!
How could Song Ciwan forget the so-called "second prince"?
She was too familiar with this name.
At the beginning, there was an infestation of rat demons in Suyang City, and there was also a rat demon who claimed to be the Flower God of Julu Country, who wanted to kidnap Song Ciwan and "dedicate her to the second prince as his concubine."
Although Song Ciwan used his methods to chop the flower god rat demon into ashes, when he was washing the demon in the washing room, Song Ciwan had an affair with a man called " "Erlang"'s god-transformation master once had a confrontation in the air!
No, in fact it couldn't be called a confrontation, it was a one-sided crushing.
If it weren't for the miraculous scales of heaven and earth, which extracted a large amount of Song Ciwan's true energy and Shouyuan to intercept the other party's air, Song Ciwan might not have a future at that time!
How could Song Ciwan not be deeply impressed by this "Second Prince" or "Er Lang"?
