"There is no justice in this world, and I don't want to be a messenger of justice for Rauschzi. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Su Xiaoqi condescendingly walked towards Fan Wenhuai, who was half-lying in the ruins, "All Lao Tzu has to do is a few words to make himself comfortable." ”

Su Xiaoqi stepped on Fan Wenhuai's bloody face, stretched his head forward, and said, "I see that your moves are very similar to your acupuncture techniques, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it has evolved from a body refining technique." ”

Fan Wenhuai's still exposed left eye flashed with shock.

Su Xiaoqi smiled and said, "How can this exercise be so similar to the one I practice?"

Fan Wenhuai's eyes were suddenly full of surprise, and a shrill voice squeezed out of his throat, "As long as you let me go, I will hand over this exercise and my original "Thirteen Hands of Intercepting Pulses" to you." ”

Su Xiaoqi smiled and said, "What if I don't?"

Fan Wenhuai was stunned, and then said with a hideous face: "Then you don't want to hear half a word from my mouth." ”

"I'll know. Su Xiaoqi bent down and picked up a net bag from the ground, the mesh used to filter the residue was at most the size of the tip of a chopstick, "Do you know what I want to do?"

Su Xiaoqi's smile made Fan Wenhuai feel cold in his heart.

"There is a criminal law in the world called Ling Chi, which is divided into eight knives, twenty-four knives, thirty-six knives, seventy-two knives, one hundred and twenty knives, and even four thousand seven hundred knives, and it is said that the person who was cut with four thousand seven hundred knives drank a little rice porridge on the first day of his punishment. There are still many nets in the ruins, and Su Xiaoqi relieved Fan Wenhuai's doubts while picking them up.

Fan Wenhuai only felt the cold rising from the soles of his feet, cooling his back.

"How many knives do you think you can hold onto?" Su Xiaoqi said in a game-like tone, "Guess?"

"Don't ...... Don't ...... like this" Fan Wenhuai cried heavily and said: "We have no grudges and no hatred, and the person I deceived has nothing to do with you, so why bother to put me to death." ”

Su Xiaoqi opened the net in his hand and knitted it again again, when he was begging for food in Longkou City, he would sometimes go to the beach to catch a few fish and make a tooth sacrifice, and the weaving method of fishing nets was learned at that time.

Seeing that Su Xiaoqi didn't reply, Fan Wenhuai sobbed again: "I was wrong, I really know that I was wrong, for the sake of me who also really saved the patient......"

Su Xiaoqi covered the woven net from Fan Wenhuai's head, squinted his eyes and said, "You should leave these words in the underworld to repent." ”

Fan Wenhuai suddenly roared violently, and grabbed his hands forward, however, he fought like an angry child, completely out of order.

As a result, Fan Wenhuai's chest was wide open, and Su Xiaoqi kicked him down effortlessly, stomping it to the point of spitting blood.

"Start?" Without a knife, Su Xiaoqi picked up a thin piece of wood from the ground, covered it with spiritual power, and suddenly a sharp pitch-black qi blade condensed and formed.

Tightening the net, the meat protruded from the mesh, and in Fan Wenhuai's heart-rending cry, the wood chips cut diagonally, and with a flick of the wrist, a thin piece of flesh left the body when the blood was about to flow out.

Fan Wenhuai cried and screamed and scolded, however, Su Xiaoqi did not stop the movements in his hand because of this, and after about thirty knives, Fan Wenhuai's voice became weaker and weaker, and his waking consciousness was being pulled out of his body by an invisible hand.

"Ask for ...... Please...... Put...... Leave me alone......" Fan Wenhuai's begging voice was heartbreaking.

There was still no trace of emotion in Su Xiaoqi's tone, as if his heart was made of iron, "Where is the thing?"

"East ...... Something, what ......" Fan Wenhuai couldn't even understand Su Xiaoqi's words, and the physical pain made him unable to think.

Fan Wenhuai tried his best to focus his dilated pupils, "In...... In the backyard, the book ...... Den...... Cabinet...... Cabinet...... Clause...... The second ...... Lattice ......"

Su Xiaoqi raised his eyebrows, then peeled another piece of meat, looked at the bloody Fan Wenhuai and said: "I won't ask you if you know your mistakes, only after being hurt physically did you think that your unforgivable sin is the most insincere ...... in the world" Su Xiaoqi paused and continued: "I originally wanted to cut thousands of knives on you, but I really can't be interested now, not to mention that there is a group of people waiting for me to go out." ”

Fan Wenhuai was stunned when he heard this, just like a drunk person suddenly woke up, and subconsciously looked at the hidden door, through the crack in the door, he could see that the street was brightly lit, and there were countless people holding torches whispering.

"Save ......" Fan Wenhuai shouted a word ecstatically, but the ecstatic mood also fell into the abyss like a meteor in an instant, if the people outside wanted to save him, how could they need him to call for help.

Of course, if you want someone to save him, there is still a way to have a little hope, and pour out all the benefits he can give to Master Guan like pouring beans.

However, will Su Xiaoqi give him this opportunity?

If the ending is all death, why can't he die with more brilliance?

At least they can live in the praise of men.

Thinking of this, Fan Wenhuai had an unprecedented firmness, just like a strong man who rushed to the execution ground with his head held high, ready to face death.

Of course, Su Xiaoqi also saw the change in his mood, thought for a moment, and with a flick of his wrist, the wood chips were like flying knives nailed to Fan Wenhuai's throat.

No matter who is injured like this, they will definitely die, Su Xiaoqi did not go to see Fan Wenhuai's death, but opened a small door and entered the backyard.

The backyard is not big, there are two small medicine fields, a locust tree with a thick bowl, and three huts, a firewood room, a study room, and a house.

Su Xiaoqi went straight to the study, and when he opened the door, he smelled a smell of ink that was difficult to disperse, and the bookcase was full of various medical books, and there were a large number of manuscripts left by Fan Wenhuai on the table, which were written about the pharmacology of various medicinal materials.

There is a wooden box made of camphor wood on the second grid, and there is no dust on the box when you hold it down, so someone should wipe it often.

The wooden box is also not locked, since the original method is very important, how can it not be protected?

Then there must be a mechanism hidden in the wooden box, and Fan Wenhuai didn't care about putting the wooden box in a conspicuous place.

But the weight of the test wooden box is about a pound of weight, not like a hidden weapon. Fan Wenhuai is a doctor, and what he will face when he opens the wooden box must be a poisonous fog.

With a flick of his index finger upward, Su Xiaoqidun heard a slight sound of wood breaking, and he was afraid that he would use a unique technique to open the wooden box, if the technique was not right, the mechanism would be opened.

In an instant, the wooden box cracked outward, and a gray poisonous mist enveloped the entire room, and everything in the room was rapidly melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it weren't for Su Xiaoqi's quick rescue of the two pages in the wooden box into the treasure bag, then he would have found nothing this time.