Tang Yanran went through a lot of hardships and crossed the ocean alone and came to Peach Blossom Village on Penglai Island.

She was bent on finding the faceless old man that the eight-faced Buddha had spoken, but no one in the entire Peach Blossom Village had ever heard of this strange name.

Tang Yanran was very disappointed, the silver taels on her body had been almost spent, and now she didn't even have the money to go back to the imperial city.

Seeing that she was helpless and trapped in this island and mountain village, she was really anxious and angry.

In this peach blossom village, she asked around for news of this faceless old man during the day, and lived in a dilapidated abandoned temple at night.

Days like this passed day by day, and she slowly changed from a beautiful woman to a sloppy woman with unkempt hair.

She stared at the portrait of the eight-faced Buddha in her arms every day.

Every time she wanted to open this portrait to see what was going on, there was always a voice in her ear telling her, if she saw it, it meant that she had given up, and she didn't want to find Rou Baozi and Ouyang Deyuan to take revenge.

When Tang Yanran heard such a voice, she immediately put away the portrait.

She was waiting, she was searching, she knew that this was the hardest step, and if she gave up now, she would always be burdened with humiliation and blood hatred.

No, she said that she would rather die with the two of them than give up.

That night, she curled up and slept on the half-paneled door of the ruined temple.

A slight footstep slowly approached her.

She woke up and looked alertly in the direction of the door.

In the faint moonlight, she saw a man with white hair.

She was shocked and asked tentatively, "Eight-faced Buddha?" Is it really you? ”

The eight-faced Buddha came out of the darkness with an eye patch on his right eye and a gloomy face.

Tang Yanran saw the blindfold and scar on his face at first glance.

What the hell happened to him?

Tang Yanran was suspicious in her heart, maybe it was also an injury that fell when Ouyang Deyuan and them were chasing and killing.

But she didn't dare to ask, so she could only bow her head and say dejectedly: "I didn't find the faceless old man......"

Seeing her dejected appearance, the Erawan Buddha nodded slightly and said, "No, you have already found him." ”

After saying that, an old beggar walked out from behind him, he was ragged and ugly, and even saliva was running down his beard.

"He? Is he a faceless old man? Isn't he a beggar at the entrance of the village who asks for food? I saw him on the first day I entered the village! Tang Yanran blurted out.

The beggar suddenly laughed, he pointed at Tang Yanran and said, "Little girl, you are still too tender, don't you know what it means to be hidden in the city?" I've been secretly observing you for a long time, but you haven't even noticed that you've been followed for so long, hehe, you really deserve to be looking around. ”

The eight-faced Buddha coughed and said, "Okay, that's enough, let's start working." ”

Before Tang Yanran could react from the situation in front of her, she was picked up by a faceless old man dressed as an old beggar.

The eight-faced Buddha took the portrait in her hand, and then slowly opened it in front of Tang Yanran.

Tang Yanran's curiosity had tormented her to death a long time ago, so now that she opened her eyes wide, she wanted to see what was drawn in the portrait that she was not allowed to peek at along the way.

Her nose was almost crooked, and it was actually a bust portrait of a woman, not any other woman, but the meat bun she hated the most.

Tang Yanran snorted and turned around angrily.

She said to herself: "I knew it was a portrait of this slut, so I tore it up, and I took great pains to keep it so well all the way." ”

The faceless old man took the portrait with both hands, then looked at it carefully, and looked Tang Yanran up and down.

Finally, he said: "Her face bone is wider than the person in the painting, and the bone of her chin is longer, I am afraid that she will have to cut the bone, and her facial features and other things can be slowly adjusted later." ”

What to shave? What's the length of your chin? Tang Yanran found that she couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

The eight-faced Buddha said, "Are you sure that you will be exactly the same, without revealing the slightest flaw?" ”

The faceless old man replied a little unhappily: "If you don't have confidence in me, you don't have to travel so far this way, you can ask for another skill." ”

The eight-faced Buddha put away his skeptical attitude and said seriously: "This matter is my last move, it is a strange move and a dangerous move, and it depends on you whether you win or lose." ”

The faceless old man took out a gourd from behind him, handed it to Tang Yanran and said, "It's filled with hemp boiling, drink it quickly." ”

Of course, Tang Yanran knew that Ma Boiling Powder was a medicine that anesthetized the whole body, and she took a step back in horror and asked, "...... What do you want me to do? ”

The faceless old man looked impatient, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the eight-faced Buddha and said, "You didn't sue her, what did I do?" ”

The eight-faced Buddha said to Tang Yanran with some annoyance: "Didn't you swear that you were willing to do anything for revenge?" What's wrong? Scared now? ”

Tang Yanran's face turned pale, and she immediately shook her head and said, "No, I just want to know, what do you want me to do?" ”

The eight-faced Buddha took the portrait of the meat bun and said, "We're going to make you become her, so that your face will be exactly like her, do you understand?" ”

Tang Yanran was shocked, what? You actually want to make your beautiful face like a meat bun?

"No, no, you can't ruin my face, anything else is fine, please, don't touch my face." She covered her cheeks and stepped back quickly.

The faceless old man angrily said to the eight-faced Buddha, "Have you discussed it yet?" I don't have that much time to spend with you. ”

The eight-faced Buddha glared at Tang Yanran coldly, with a strong deterrent in his eyes.

"Well, in that case, then I can only kill you, and I can't risk you leaking this plan."

The long needle in the eight-faced Buddha's hand flashed, and Tang Yanran's life could be taken in an instant.

Tang Yanran was really paralyzed with fright at the moment.

She cried and said, "Okay, I'll do it, I'll do it!" For the sake of my dead father, I can ...... Don't want my face anymore! ”

The Faceless Old Man took the opportunity to hand her the hemp boil, and she took it and drank it all after she took it.

Soon she felt a deep sleepiness coming over her, and she knew that the hemp boiling had already worked.

The Faceless Old Man held her up and laid her down on the ground, pulling out a small and thin knife from his bosom.

The sharp edge of his knife faintly glowed blue, and it looked particularly eerie in the moonlight.

The faceless old man took a deep breath and stabbed Tang Yanran's forehead, quickly cutting her entire dough along the contours of her face.

Her face was lifted like a mask, and her flesh was blurred and dripping with blood.

Even the murderous eight-faced Buddha frowned.

The faceless old man snorted coldly and said, "If you don't want to see it, you can go out, don't disturb me here." ”

"No, I have to watch here, every detail must not be deviated in the slightest, otherwise I will definitely not be able to deceive Ouyang Deyuan's eyes." Hachimian said coldly.

The faceless old man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Alright then, whatever you like." ”

He took out a small copper hammer and small tweezers from his arms, and he took these cold tools and hammered them on Tang Yanran's faceless flesh and blood.

Immediately, blood splattered, and there were blood spots on his own body and the eight-faced Buddha.

(To be continued.) )