"The blue and white color ink production materials are the Blue Lake Ice Stone and the water of the Star Lake in your Seven Great Ponds, I am not short of water, if you can find enough Blue Lake Ice Stone, I have no opinion, as for my color ink, you had better not make up your mind. ”

Although he said so, the Taoist sneered in his heart.

Such a precious colored ink, and he is only willing to use it when he extracts the colorful soul silk, and when it is used on those random people, isn't it a tyrannical thing?

Besides, the population of more than 200,000 people in Tinghu Town sounds like a lot, but like you, when you see a person, you will first find a way to tattoo a blue and white on someone's forehead, and then extract the soul silk, not to mention whether people will treat you as a neurotic, when the time comes, people with blue and white tattoos on their foreheads will run back and forth on the street, and those who are chasing after you will know where he is hiding now, even if they haven't followed him before, after hearing the news, they must know where he is hiding now.

Why do you choose those dusty women who are dead and no one cares? Isn't it because no one really cares about their behavior of destroying corpses?

Then the subordinates and the ladies of the Qiao family who chose the Qiao family were firstly because they could extract the colorful soul silk they needed, and secondly, because these people rarely went out of the house and did not often wander on the street, so they were less likely to be discovered by others.

The place of Qizhu Dalian Pond is so large and has such a population, if you want to find such a person as him, it is to find a needle in the sea, so even if someone searches here, there must not be too much energy to stay here for a long time, if the Yuan Shen Soul Mind sweeps, Qinghua will avoid it, which is also the unique effect of the Blue Lake Ice Stone, otherwise his so-called 'Qinghualang' will not be so difficult to catch.

If it is checked one by one, this land of seven beads and ponds, even such a small place as Tinghu Town, there are more than 200,000 people, even if they are really checked one by one, it will have to be found in the Year of the Monkey and the month of the horse to find out here, and he would have already eaten and wiped it out and fled.

Therefore, the Taoist knows that if that person does not come out, it is not so easy to catch him at all, even if the other party is in Tinghu Town at the moment, unless he is very convinced, he will definitely not stay for long.

Moreover, the three caves of the cunning rabbit, this Tinghu Town, is not the only stronghold of his Qinghualang in Qizhu Lianchi. If he really sensed that something was wrong, he could also escape before he was found to be hiding.

Because when someone finds blue and white, he can also rely on his special means to stay in the colored ink, relying on the blue and white to sense the existence of the other party.

Therefore, the colored ink material made of Blue Lake ice stone powder is so precious, it is impossible for him to use it on those wastes that cannot be extracted by a single colorful soul silk.

Of course, he naturally wouldn't explain these things to Gu Zi'an.

Gu Zi'an was also very interested and didn't ask any further.

Not to mention that he had never heard of the Blue Lake Ice Stone, but looking at the tone of the Daoist's speech, he knew that this thing was very precious even for the existence of the level of the Daoist, so it was naturally far from being something that a small person like him could get his hands on.

What's more, as the Taoist said before, killing people is like this

Thing, after killing once, killing the second time, the third time, it is not so difficult, now more than ten days have passed, dozens of people have been used by him to extract the soul silk with a soul needle, and there are only more than ten people who have died at the moment, but as the days progress, there will be more and more people who will die one after another because of the passage of Jingyuan, since they have killed people, and there are dozens of people, then in the future, there will be no difference between killing more and killing less.

Gu Zi'an no longer bothered about the dead man's affairs.

He wants to live, he also wants Qi Fu to live, he is helpless against the threat of the Taoist, choose those people to live, Qi Fu will die, fifty, one hundred, one thousand, and even ten thousand people's lives, if it is changed to the usual, he will judge the value by the number of human lives, but now, Qi Fu is everything, 10,000 lives are put on this side of the scale, and Qi Fu on that side will still sink, even if the price of doing so is his Gu Zi'an's eternal sinking.

It's just that when will this kind of life stop?

Gu Zi'an asked himself.

Do you get enough soul threads to make yourself stronger than that person?

He was smart enough to know that it was impossible, if absorbing the soul silk of those ordinary people could be so powerful, why would that Dao person pick the colorful soul silk?

Absorb enough colorful soul silk?

I'm afraid that if I just drew one, the person will find out immediately, right?

When will it end?

Gu Zi'an thought and thought, and finally he smiled.

Smiled sadly.

Maybe only when he and Qi Fu are dead, can such a life come to an end.

The soul silk must continue to be pumped, and the drama must continue to be performed.

Other people's acting is to play the legendary characters in the book, and he Gu Zi'an is playing himself.

To be precise, it is the self before the arrival of the Taoist.

These days, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and it is not much different from the guest Qing Chu Chenge of the Qiao family, and among the people who live in the entire Tinghu Town, only the head of the family, Qiao Fengjian, can steadily suppress him.

So when he went to Qiao's house to deliver ice these two times, he had to carefully control his increasingly light pace to make a dull sound like before, and control his pace to be as slow and rhythmic as before, these details in all aspects were originally just his normal state, and he could do it easily, and there was no need to imitate it at all, but at the moment, every time he went to Qiao's house to deliver ice, he had to be tired and half dead, because many things that were originally ordinary and ordinary things, he needed to be very focused, and consciously control every muscle in his body to be able to barely keep it as it was。

Every time I came out of it and walked to the no-man's land, I breathed a long sigh of relief.

On this day, when he was about to go home with the empty bronze ice can, a person stopped him from behind.

"Gu Zi'an, Gu Zi'an!"

Gu Zi'an turned around and saw a young man with red lips and white teeth.

He knew that person, Qi Lin, the youngest grandson of the neighbor's fifth aunt, is now learning those things in the private school, although the fifth aunt has to emphasize every time, saying that he is called uncle,

No matter how bad it is, you have to call your brother, but that kid still likes to appear from behind coldly, Gu Zi'an, Gu Zi'an calls him.

"It's you, little Qilin," Gu Zi'an said with a smile, "Why is the private school closed so early today?"

"The private school is not closed. The little unicorn shook his head and said, "It's our husband who wants me to come to you!"

"Mr. looking for me?" Gu Zi'an was stunned for a moment, Mr. Xiao Qilin's was also Gu Zi'an's Mr. back then, and Mr. Gu from the private school is now seventy years old, but he still refuses to give up his books to enjoy Qingfu, and he is quite famous in this Dongcheng generation. Because of the proximity, Gu Zi'an also likes to send free ice to Mr. every two decades and a month, at such an age, Mr. can't stand the cold, and those things are given to the little ones in the private school by him.

Gu Zi'an felt a little strange, and confirmed again: "Sir, is it Mr. Gu?"

Xiao Qilin pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not Mr. Gu, is it still you, Mr. Gu?"

"Didn't the gentleman say what he was looking for me?"

The little unicorn squeezed his eyebrows and said, "Mr. said he wanted ice!"

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "One Inch of Mountains and Rivers" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~