Zongtai stood at the street entrance and frowned in deep thought.
Did the murderer arrive accidentally or did he come here on purpose.
Do you know that there is a soul-fixing pile buried here? !
Zongtai raised his feet and wanted to go over to check, but he suddenly stopped after taking two steps.
"never mind."
"We can't make any more mistakes." Zongtai shook his head and thought.
Before attacking Nanyang, he ran forward and backward, but something went wrong when he was about to succeed. Being alienated by Chao Fang and ridiculed by his brothers, he has been holding back his anger.
The top priority is to take out the soul-fixing stake and send it back to the inner city.
"No extraneous matters!"
Thinking of this, he turned around and walked into the alley.
…
Standing in front of the house door hung with two yellow lanterns.
Zongtai jumped up and climbed into the courtyard.
When I arrived at the door of the main house, I carefully looked at the small mechanism on the copper lock to make sure no one had sneaked in. I breathed a sigh of relief, unlocked the door and pushed in.
In the dim main room, with the dim light, Zong Tai looked at the familiar room complexly.
Annoyance and unwillingness filled my heart again, and it took a long time before I sighed.
"People have to look forward."
"If you don't have any soldiers, you won't be able to lead any troops at worst."
"As long as I do what big brother tells me to do. If I can continue to practice with Zhaodianhong, sooner or later I will be able to make my mark."
Taking out a porcelain bottle from his arms, Zongtai pulled out the stopper and poured it into his palm.
The thick, bright red Shiodenhong flows out.
It looks like jelly and has good fluidity. Pour it into the palm of your hand and it will automatically shrink into a crystal ball the size of a quail egg.
"Take the soul-fixing stake first."
Holding Zhaodianhong with one hand, Zongtai spat out a long string of words.
These words have no preface and follower, totaling three to four hundred words, and seem like completely meaningless gibberish.
Zongtai ignored it and continued to chant.
Again.
Ten times.
A hundred times...
This continued for two quarters of an hour, and finally there was a change.
On the small red ball in the hand, small bumps appeared on the surface, and then disappeared and fell back.
Zongtai felt relieved: "Finally..."
As he continued to recite, his voice became strange.
At first it was just one voice, then gradually it became like two voices overlapping, and after a while it became countless people chanting at the same time.
Zongtai suppressed the dryness of his mouth and kept chanting curses.
After thinking about it for almost three quarters of an hour, the sky turned completely dark.
The small red ball of Zhaodian suddenly gave off a bright red light, spread out with a swish, and quickly leaked from between his fingers.
It fell to the ground, scattering mottled red dots, like living creatures, twisting and wriggling, burrowing into the ground along the gaps in the blue brick floor and disappearing.
The ground suddenly shook.
The blue brick floor was lifted up, and the underground soil quickly rolled upwards and overflowed. In just a few breaths, a half-meter-high dirt bag was piled up.
A stick that was pitch black and shiny, covered with lines and patterns, buzzed out of the center of the earth bag.
"Soul-fixing stake!"
Zongtai grabbed it and pulled it out.
The cold touch made him shiver.
The soul-fixing stake is as tall as a person and as thick as a child's arm.
The appearance is like the night sky, dark and deep.
The material is neither gold nor iron, but like glass. It looks heavy, but is actually light.
"It's done!"
…
Lin Hengfang, Chen Zhai.
After the meal, a cloud of black smoke filled the air.
The messy cups and plates on the square table disappeared.
When it appeared again, it was as smooth as new.
Even the oily dirt that was difficult to wash away was completely separated by the black smoke of Wugui.
Jie Jia couldn't help but raise his eyelids, his bright yellow eyes full of strange expressions.
"Your use of magic weapons is really...unique?"
When ordinary people obtain a magical weapon, they wish they could offer it to them like their ancestors?
How could she be like Chen Mu, who used the precious Five Ghost Bag to wash dishes and dishes? !
What a waste of magic weapon! What a waste!
If those people who worked so hard to save magic weapons knew about it, they would definitely kill Chen Mu alive.
Chen Mu raised his eyebrows, his face full of pride.
After the Wugui bag version of the vacuum cleaner and the Wugui bag version of the range hood, Chen Mu gradually figured out the Wugui bag version of the dishwasher.
waste?
"I am trying to improve the quality of life as much as possible within the acceptable range. It is the wisdom of life, you don't understand!" Chen Mu smiled and shook his head with a sense of superiority.
Jie Jia: "..."
"Are you sure it's not because you are lazy?"
Chen Mu smiled more and more proudly: "Laziness promotes human progress."
Jie Jia looked confused.
Chen Mu smiled.
Ha... Aboriginals!
After packing it up, Chen Mu handed the large porcelain bottle to Jie Jia's fist.
"Double the blue pill, as you requested."
It was filled to the brim with sixty blue pills.
Nanyang Mansion was closed down and the chaos became more and more serious, but the entertainment industry in Chunfeng Tower became more and more prosperous.
Even the copycat pill business has improved a lot.
After seeing off Jie Jia, Chen Mu boiled water to soak his feet. A bright oil lamp was lit on the long desk beside him.
I casually pulled out "Bone Diagnosis and Physiology Examination" and continued reading. Breathing also slowly adjusted, becoming rapid but rhythmic.
The Heavenly Snake's form training technique has been completed, and the new breathing method has been created by Chen Mu.
Now it has gradually been integrated into walking, standing, sitting and lying. The fourth level of proficiency in the Heavenly Snake Shape Training Technique continues to advance.
After soaking his feet and washing up, Chen Mu went to bed with the lamp on.
"Tsk...there are a few entertainment activities missing."
"Sleep, sleep, and find whatever you want in your dreams."
Touching the forty-one Zu Ming Talisman in his arms, Chen Mu fell into sleep peacefully.
…
call!
There was a gentle breeze.
A round-faced man wearing black clothes, carrying a long black stick. He bent over and climbed over the wall quietly like a thief.
After Zongtai landed, he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he was about to lift his feet.
"It's really shocking."
He's just a hiding criminal on the run.
How could it be that person from the beginning.
Shaking his head, he prepared to leave. With the soul-fixing stake in your body, no accidents can happen.
But...it's here.
Zongtai landed silently like a ghost, and floated to the west window of the main room in two steps.
The single window is hollow and covered with rice butter paper. There is a wooden shaft at the upper end, which can be flipped upward to open.
At this moment, it is being lifted up by a horizontal bar.
Zongtai took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, placed it under the half-open window, and slowly flapped it with his palms.
A wisp of smoke penetrated into the room along the window.
Through the moonlight, along the gap in the window, you can vaguely see the bed not far from the window.
At this time, a figure was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
Zongtai stopped and waited. A quarter of an hour later, he suddenly opened the window and rushed into the room instantly.
The moment he landed, he threw himself onto the bed.
Jia Po hesitated, and his right fist suddenly became as black as ink.
Like a huge hammer, it was smashed down with a roaring wind!
Zongtai looked indifferent: "With the soul-fixing stake in my body, no accidents can happen..."
boom!
The hard walnut wood bed shattered in an instant.
wrong!
The next moment, my scalp suddenly stung like needles.
Without thinking, Zongtai bent his knees and squatted down almost instinctively.
The left hand holding the soul-fixing stake was suddenly raised.
The dark soul-fixing stake pierced the air and stabbed directly above the head.
clang!
Like a hammer striking a chopping block. A huge roar suddenly sounded in my ears.
Powerful power came from the top of the soul-fixing pile.
The left hand covered with force seemed to be catching a slippery python.
laugh!
Like a knife blade scraping glass.
The soul-fixing stake suddenly slid down along the iron hoop-like left hand.
With a pop, it easily penetrated into the blue tile floor.
Zongtai's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
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