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The cold wind swept in directly through the doorway, rolling up the unpleasant smell in the tavern. The four monks put their backpacks at the door, picked out a table, and sat directly on it.

These four guys came really strangely, and the lumberjacks, thieves, and criminals in the tavern didn't dare to provoke them. Only the tavern owner, the white-bearded old man, walked over hesitantly, as if he didn't know what to say.

One of the monks silently took out a silver badge from his bosom and placed it on the table, then whispered a word.

We didn't know what he was talking about, but when the old man saw the badge, his face immediately turned pale, and he stumbled to the counter and took out a few bottles of good wine that looked very high-grade at first glance.

In addition, I also said hello to the back kitchen, barbecue, stew, but energetically, in winter, and even some green vegetables.

The four monks ate and drank as if no one was around, but they didn't say a word. The Russian strong men around them didn't dare to speak, and some of them hid silently in corners where the lights couldn't shine, and they didn't dare to come out.

I said in my heart that it was really more human than human, and it was infuriating. When we came, the aura was insufficient, so that this group of thieves and criminals living at the bottom of society still wanted to rob us.

And these four monks were just sitting there, and there was not even a single person who dared to speak.

I asked Zhang Wuren softly, do you want to test the catties and taels of these four guys? Zhang Wuren shook his head and whispered, don't make any extraneous branches, the old monk group is the most powerful monk on the other side of Tianzhu, don't easily offend people before you understand their intentions.

The four old monks ate very quickly, and they ate a lot. They were not afraid of wine and meat, and they ate two pots of venison and a jar of wild boar with good sauce. There are also two bear's paws among them. Three bottles of good wine were also divided between the four old monks.

I was secretly frightened, who would have thought that four thin and thin monks would be able to eat so much, especially the greasy and greasy wild boar, I couldn't eat a piece, but they ate a full jar.

The monks didn't plan to pay after eating, they just wiped their mouths and hands with a towel, stood up and put on their heavy backpacks again, looking full of food and drink, and they were going to leave.

The white-bearded old man in the tavern nodded and went to see off the four monks, very flattering. Three of the monks didn't even bother with him, and plunged into the cold wind on their own, and only one of them turned his head and glanced into the tavern, seemingly pausing as his gaze swept over us.

Then the monk reached out and patted the white-bearded old man, showed another weird smile, and then followed his companion.

The tavern keeper watched the four monks leave, and for a long time they did not move. The cold wind blew in along the doorway, and finally someone couldn't help it, walked over and closed the door, and patted the white-bearded old man on the shoulder by the way.

As a result, the white-bearded old man's body seemed to have no bones, and he collapsed directly to the ground and became a lump of flesh.

That's right! The white-bearded old man's body really looks like he has no bones to support him! He made a frightened "Hehe" sound in his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, his legs were soft, his body was soft, and a person who was fine just now turned into such a terrifying appearance!

Zhang Wuren said, it's not good!

Then he rushed over with a lunge, and he shouted, "Everyone stands where they are!" Don't move!

The people who used to work as lumberjacks in the Daxing'an Mountains understood Zhang Wuren's words, and immediately stood trembling and motionless, and a few frightened guys didn't know if they didn't understand Zhang Wuren's Chinese, and ran out as fast as a frightened rabbit.

For them, this tavern is so terrifying, it must have met the devil!

But after a few steps, their bodies went limp, and they collapsed directly to the ground, and the bones of their bodies seemed to have disappeared without a trace, becoming exactly like the white-bearded old man in the tavern.

Zhang Wuren took out the tantric iron rod, beat some of the woodcutters who were holding their heads and scurried to cry and call their mothers, and retreated again and again, he said, Lao He! No one is allowed to come near the shopkeeper!

I pulled out the demon knife to suppress the ghost, and the ghost on the knife walked around, and stood in front of the shopkeeper, and someone wanted to approach in a panic, but I pulled it back with the back of the knife.

Zhang Wufor's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the tantric iron rod in his hand was merciless, and anyone who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rush out of the tavern was beaten back by him. The Zhong brothers and Prince Wen also knew that something was wrong, and stood up and drove the panicked people to the corner of the tavern.

I heard the old white-bearded man behind me still making an uncomfortable sound, but my heart was shocked. It is almost certain that the white-bearded old man was definitely poisoned by the old monk, but what kind of ability does the old monk have, just two slaps to make people look like this?

And this thing seems to be contagious, and whoever dares to cross the white-bearded old man will become exactly the same thing.

Zhang Wuyi scolded and said, the old monks of Tianzhu are so vicious! This is going to kill everyone in the tavern! Lao He, you must not go out, before the matter is resolved, whoever goes out will die!

I said, what the hell is this?

Zhang Wuren squatted down and looked at the white-bearded old man, and said, Have you heard of Jiwa Sana?

I shook my head and said I didn't know.

Zhang Wuren said that this is Sanskrit, derived from Tianzhu, and is an insatiable ghost. This imp is artificially made, not naturally formed, but the means of making it are particularly cruel.

He explained a little, and I gasped when I heard it, damn it, Ah San's kingdom is really curious, and even this kind of thing can be made.

Jiwa Sana translates into Chinese and means bone soul. In order to create a bone soul, the bones of a living person must be extracted alive.

Extracting bones is a kind of technical work, after all, human bones and flesh have been fused together, and it is easy to dissect people, but it is extremely difficult to extract bones.

The monks of Tianzhu have a medicine that makes the person whose bones have been extracted take it for ten consecutive days before making a bone soul. It is said that after taking this drug, a gap will form between a person's bones and flesh, and it is easy to remove the bones when poured.

Ten days later, the monks began to extract the bones of the living, and they did not give the living an anesthetic, because the bones and souls can only be resentful when they are in pain.

They draw bones from the limbs first, then the pelvis, ribs, and finally the skull and spine. Generally speaking, after a highly skilled monk has drained the bones of a person's body, the person is still conscious, although there is only a puddle of rotten flesh left, but the person is just immortal.

At this time, the soul is sealed into the extracted bones, burned into ashes with a kind of Buddha fire, and then used the ashes to make tea and drink. This ash contains the resentment and soul of the deceased, and once the ashes are drunk into the stomach, they will merge with the bones of the monks.

Only in this way will the monk fuse with the bone soul and be able to control the bone soul. Once the bone soul is on the body, all the bones of the whole body will be devoured, leaving only a puddle of useless rotten flesh.

Because the production methods of the bone soul are too complicated, the success rate is very low, and there are also injuries to the heavens. Nowadays, it is rare to hear of anyone who understands the evil method of bone souls.

Unexpectedly, Siberia, which is close to the Arctic Circle, met such a monk.

That monk only needs to melt the bones on the white-bearded old man's body, and the melted bone soul will guard the door, basically whoever crosses the white-bearded old man will be hit.

If there is no one who knows this trade, as long as you dare to go out of the tavern, you will definitely die.

That is, Zhang Wuren saw the opportunity quickly, so he forcibly stopped a group of frightened Russian strong men, otherwise I am afraid that few people in this ghost place will survive.

Zhang Wuren closed his eyes and said, Tianzhu's old monks, hum! Regardless of whether you came to Siberia for the Yin and Yang Cottage or not, since you dare to harm people with your bones and souls, don't blame me for being unkind!

I said, Lao Zhang, don't be busy being ruthless first, how should this bone soul be done?

Zhang Wuren smiled coldly and said, a makeshift bone soul has not been put in my eyes yet, but unfortunately, these people who have had their bones removed are afraid that they will not be able to save it.