Smoke dispersed and gradually drifted out of the exit of the corridor. Although the outer hall was also sealed, the place was too wide after all. No matter how thick the smoke is, it will never be possible to fill this hall again. So it didn't take long for the smoke to get thinner and thinner, and finally dissipated completely.

The long corridor is connected to the main hall at one end, and the other end is tightly blocked by golden balls, and no one can see what is over there.

Now that the golden ball has been split, the strange man who sat inside and manipulated the ball also died under the light of Captain Echizen. All obstacles disappeared, but at the exit of the corridor, a short, thin figure appeared.

This figure is no more than four feet tall. The complexion is sallow, the body is dry, and the weight will definitely not exceed forty pounds. An old face was covered with wrinkles, like air-dried oranges.

This thin and short old man, with his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked into the corridor, stopped in front of the remains of the golden ball that was split by a knife and the fragments bloomed like lotus flowers, and looked down intently. I saw that the ground was clean except for a pit corroded by the poisonous smoke, and nothing was left.

Whether it's the weirdo who manipulated the ball, or Cheng Li, or Hu Yuji, it's all gone.

The thin old man nodded with satisfaction, straightened his waist, and carefully looked at the up, down, left and right directions several times, and then took out an account book and a pen from his arms, opened them and began to write hard.

The pen was not a brush dipped in ink to write, but a smooth and straight piece of wood, then hollowed out in the middle, and a long strip of charcoal was stuffed in. When writing, you can continue writing as long as the charcoal is not used up. Even if you make a mistake, you can easily erase the handwriting and revise it, which is much more convenient than the traditional brush that requires ink sharpening to write.

The thin old man muttered to himself while writing the ledger with a charcoal pen: "Corpse Powder No. 74 Improvement Experimental Record. The new formula doesn't need to see blood anymore to work, and as long as it is mixed with any liquid in the body, it can also be converted into corrosive poisonous water.

When the concentration of poisonous water exceeds a certain level, it can be converted into smoke as expected. The corrosiveness of smoke is slightly less than that of toxic water. However, due to its smoke characteristics, it can take effect more quickly when used in a sealed environment...... Well, this point should be noted carefully. ”

After the writing came to an end, the thin old man put down the charcoal pen, frowned and looked at the remains of the dozen golden balls, and said to himself again: "The design of the Five Elements Killing Ball still seems to be insufficient. In particular, the hardness of the shell should be strengthened.

If you can get this knife in your hand and study it, I believe that the next time you make the Five Elements Kill Ball, the defense will be increased by at least 30%. Well...... Could it be that it was corroded and melted by the poisonous mist?"

The thin old man looked around, trying to find out the Echizen Captain Hikaru who had split the golden ball with a knife. But suddenly, there was a flash of cold light in front of him! Captain Echizen's light fell from the sky like lightning, clinging to the nose of the thin old man, and sticking deep into the floor.

Suddenly, this thin and short old man shook violently, and his face showed extreme horror. He screamed and turned around to run. But as soon as he turned around, he immediately found a graceful figure blocking the way, it wasn't Hu Yuji, or which one?

Another sound of footsteps came from behind. "Choking~" In the light sound, someone reached out and pulled out the long knife inserted on the floor, and then lifted it up, directly resting on the neck of the thin old man.

The cold and sharp blade clung to the skin, and the cold air penetrated through the bones, causing goosebumps all over the thin old man. The whole person became stiff like a clay puppet, and from head to toe, he didn't even dare to move a little finger.

Cheng Li's voice was colder than the blade. He shouted, "I asked, and you answered." If I'm not satisfied, don't want this head. Do you understand?"

The short and thin old man subconsciously wanted to nod, but he was afraid that if he was not careful, the blade would cut off the blood vessels in his neck. I had to hold back. He stammered, "Yes, yes." Clear, clear, understood. ”

Cheng Li asked, "Who are you?"

The short and thin old man replied with a sad face: "I am Tang Qiqiao. It is the 'little finger' in the master's 'golden hand'. ”

Cheng Li had never heard of this name. But Hu Yuji was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "Seven tricks are exquisite, and there are thousands of opportunities." You are the Tang Qiqiao who is as famous as Mo Qianji, the giant of the Mo family, and is known as the first skillful craftsman in the Tang Sect in the past three hundred years?"

The short and thin old man smiled bitterly, "Yes." I am that Tang Qiqiao. ”

Hu Yuji was stunned and asked, "You Tang Qiqiao is the little finger, so who is the Five Elements Boy sitting in the golden ball?"

Tang Qiqiao, a short and thin old man, said proudly: "The Five Elements Boy is just an experiment I selected. His real purpose is to constantly test the Five Elements Kill Ball I designed, and then feed back the results to me so that I can improve it. In fact, no matter who he originally was, as long as he sat in the Five Elements Killing Ball, then he was a Five Elements Boy. ”

Hu Yuji let out a long breath and sighed, "I see. The rivers and lakes are famous, but very few people have seen his true face of the Five Elements Boy in Lushan, and he is just a puppet of your Tang Qiqiao. However, you are a member of the Tang Sect, why are you here?"

Hu Yuji is not Cheng Li, and there is no knife resting on her neck. So Tang Qiqiao wasn't afraid of her much. Hearing her ask, Tang Qiqiao said angrily: "Why can't I be here?" The group of old stubborn people in the Tang Sect are not allowed to do this, and I am not allowed to try. If I continue to stay in Tangmen, I will become a waste sooner or later.

So, it's better to be the owner here. Whatever I tried to do, he was there for it. If it weren't for his real money, how would I have been able to make such a powerful weapon as the Five Elements Killing Ball? Hmph, either I blow it, or the head of the Seven Great Sword Sects of the Martial Arts will still have to die if he encounters my Five Elements Killing Ball. Even if the host of the three major streams comes, he still has to peel off a layer of skin. ”

The more Tang Qiqiao spoke, the more excited he became, and even forgot that he was a prisoner, and couldn't help but dance. There was a bit of pride between the eyebrows.

Cheng Li snorted coldly, pressed his wrist slightly, and the sharp blade cut through a layer of oily skin of Tang Qiqiao. Sen Han's murderous aura penetrated into the marrow, making the old man immediately return to his original form and turn into a puppet again.

Hu Yuji looked amused, covered her mouth and chuckled, and asked: "Tang Qiqiao, are you the little finger of the 'golden hand'? What about the index finger and ring finger? Who are they? Also, who is the owner of this place, and who is his real identity?"