My heart was dripping blood, and I was whining in pain, and I couldn't even speak clearly.

After Taihong's medicinal materials and money were looted, Zi Mucheng was not idle, and the disguised mask he used before was made by himself.

He still knows a little bit about the art of disguise.

Fortunately, there are also materials and tools here.

The materials for disappearance are common to the materials for refining medicines, and there are alternatives that can be used.

Zi Mucheng measured the shape of Taihong's face, depicted his facial features, and it didn't take long to make a human skin mask for Taihong.

"It's disgusting."

Zi Mucheng looked at his work and pursed his lips.

Sure enough, Taihong's face, no matter how you look at it, is unpleasant.

"But bear with me."

Zi Mucheng put the human skin mask on his face.

transformed into a "Taihong".

He is about the same height as Tang Taihong, one meter and eight. The difference is that Taihong is a little older, and his hair is gray.

Zi Mucheng pondered again.

Step forward.

directly shaved his head, and made a wig with his white hair, and put it on his head.

Even the hairstyle is sparse and commonly used in the day.

Then, I opened the wardrobe in the bedroom, found a dark blue robe that looked pleasing to the eye, and changed it into.

Clothes, naturally, are the clothes of Taihong.

Now, from top to bottom, from face to hair to clothes, there is no place on his body that looks like Taihong.

"You, ahem...... What a hate! ”

Tang Taihong coughed violently, his face was very ugly, and the whole person was not good.

Covered in blood, he became bald.

And how can he not grit his teeth with hatred when he became such a culprit, but he turned into a substitute for his identity?

No matter how much you hate, you can't do anything.

"From now on, I will be the vice president of Xuanwu Academy." I have to say that Zi Mucheng's imitation ability is first-class.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes were distant, and the corners of his lips were smiling gently, but between his gestures, he had a superior temperament.

It can be said that the spirit of Taihong is imitated vividly.

It is estimated that even the disciples of the Immortal Pavilion are difficult to distinguish between the true and the fake.

"As for you-"

As soon as Zi Mucheng's painting style changed, the whole person immediately became fierce, "It's just a traitor who tried to murder the vice president!" ”

After speaking.

The sword on Zi Mucheng's waist suddenly came out of its sheath.

"Whew" for a moment.

The cold light was cold.

On the ground, who had already been tortured to the point of not being human, his mouth was half open, and his tongue was directly cut off. Blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Woo...... Uh-huh-hmm......"

Tang Taihong was in great pain, and covered his mouth with half of his palm, which had become white bones.

But he still couldn't stop the bleeding.

Blood flowed frantically down his fingers.

Tick-tock, it fell to the ground, and in a short time, it converged into a pool.

The pain of tongue shaving is no easier than peeling off the skin and muscles piece by piece after being poisoned.

Added up, it's a double pain!

Before, the two disciples who were guarding at the door of the bedroom were paid by Zi Mucheng. Several of the elder disciples of the Immortal Pavilion who had cultivated to a high level were let out by Mo Yanzi again.