Tang Muzhi explained the situation, and the expressions of the five people present were different.

Liu Jin's face turned pale.

Pu Yidong reacted immediately and bared his teeth at him: "What the fuck are you...... You're using me as a gunman? ”

Tang Guanhai frowned for a while, and then said, "Hiss...... At the beginning of this year, we also felt that the people of the natural gate had converged a little, but I didn't expect it to be bad. I'll leave this matter to the goalkeeper. ”

It was not early, and the follow-up had nothing to do with Tang Muzhi. According to Tang Guanhai, the matter about the natural gate can be big or small, and now it is not worth it to have a big conflict with them, and the biggest opponent of the Tang Gate in recent years is still in this province - Huodemen in southern Sichuan.

Huo Demen consciously launched a force after the fact. In the past, these people still relied on themselves to be famous and big, and they didn't make money, robbed or monopolize, and besides, they said that you have to grasp the degree of doing business, and if you can't keep it all one day, it will be "speculation" or even "forming a party for personal gain". Now anyone with a discerning eye can see the white flowers and silver all over the ground, and seeing that the money bags of other families have become more and more bulging over the years, they have to fight for the next generation of the sect.

Back in the dormitory, Tang Fulu specially called him to his dormitory, where Tang Yingjie, Tang Yao and others gathered, and it seemed that Chinese New Year's Eve was going to be spent together.

Tang Mian and Tang Fulu are both experts in the kitchen, and it is up to them to cook tonight, and the rest of the people will go to make dumplings.

"Uncle Xiao, what are you doing in a daze, making dumplings together." Tang Yingjie said with a smile.

Tang Muzhi explained that he touched the "Connector Master" during the day, although he didn't care about it, but everyone heard this and said that he just had to eat, and he didn't want to touch any ingredients. Tang Fulu also asked him to go to the Tang Tomb to worship the "Dan Devouring Map" to dispel the corpse gas.

"This ...... It's going to be the New Year soon, is it appropriate? Tang Muzhi was still a little puzzled.

Tang Fulu, Tang Muzhi, and Tang Ming are all of the same generation, and they are also the oldest of the few people who stayed in the Tang Gate for the festival today, and he persuaded bitterly: "Muzhi, don't underestimate these connectors, they have been in contact with the deceased since childhood...... It's hard to get rid of that smell! Although our Tang Sect disciples sometimes kill and bury, they are easy not to contact the deceased for a long time. ”

The lineman is the undertaker in ancient times, who makes up and groomes the deceased and allows the deceased to be buried with dignity. Just the word "connection" means that most of the people they generally come into contact with are mutilated bodies, and people have always paid attention to returning to the roots of fallen leaves and seeking a completeness, so they are required to get started and sew the corpses together.

In ancient times, the execution of a crime was often beheaded or beheaded......

In addition, wars and thieves have taken captivity, so there will be a lot of corpses with different heads and miserable deaths, and the lineman is responsible for connecting their bodies.

In the Inhuman Realm, the Linemaster lineage means dealing with corpses since childhood, so their cultivation methods naturally start from corpse qi, and the "corpse stitch" attached to corpse poison is also a very terrifying secret weapon.

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"Having said all this, it just so happens that Chinese New Year's Eve is really unpleasant to get on this kind of thing, and our old man's mission has stopped for almost two months...... It's still early, why don't you go and bring a plate of vegetarian dumplings to Tang Mound and give your ancestors a taste - and wash away the bad luck on your body. ”

Tang Muzhi saw that Tang Fulu looked serious, and knew that he was a more stubborn person, so he agreed. In the past few days, the few of them have been handling the New Year's meeting, and they don't need to report to Yang Lie when they enter and leave Tang Mound, and Tang Qiushan is often in Tang Mound these days, so they don't have to worry about anything.

"Brother Fulu, then please get more dumplings for me." Tang Muzhi found two lunch boxes, and he didn't just offer incense to his grandfather Tang Zhenyang, Tang Jiaren and Gao Yingcai also had to worship.

"This little meaning...... Tang Fulu happily scooped up a spoonful of dumplings with a colander, and the pot was steaming, "It happens to be vegetarian, you should be more attentive when you put it." ”

The dumplings filled two lunch boxes, and after Tang Muzhi took them, he took a handful of incense handed by Tang Fulu and rushed towards the back mountain.

In the past few days, there have been a lot of times in and out of the Tang Mound, and how to turn the gossip stone formation in the back mountain, Tang Muzhi has long been familiar with it, and soon arrived at the entrance of the Tang Mound.

I heard Tie Fangshan say that the automatic mechanism array here will be dismantled in March this year, and there will be people who will come to inspect it from time to time every year - the current era cannot tolerate this kind of mass killing weapon. Yang Lie, Momen, Tiangongtang and other factions have also passed the gas, this thing is a matter of the country's bottom line, and it is not easy to keep it until now. This matter is okay for the Tang Sect, for those small sects that specialize in mechanical arts, the company's decision really kills them.

Entering the Tang Tomb, Tang Muzhi happened to see Tang Qiushan just get up and end his conversation with an old man in gray linen clothes, with white hair and hair, shaped like a weedwood, and with a thin body.

Hearing the movement, both of them turned their heads slightly towards him.

"Makiyuki, what are you doing here at this time?" Tang Qiushan looked a little surprised.

"Do you need me to avoid it......" the image was a short, dead wood-like old man whispered. His voice was hoarse and breathless, like a wanderer in the desert for a long time.

"Sit back and relax...... Makiyuki, you say yours. ”

Tang Muzhi quietly glanced at the back of the thin old man.

He is Xu Xin. Tang Muzhi thought that today he actually happened to meet Xu Xin, one of the thirty-six thieves of Jiashen, and he was also the only person in the world other than Yang Lie who had mastered the Dan Devouring.

But Xu Xing was different from Yang Lie, he was the container of the Tang Sect Dan Devour, and he lost his qualification to use the other Tang Sect Kung Fu decades ago.

Tang Muzhi retracted his gaze and briefly told Tang Qiushan about what happened today. During this period, no matter how he observed, Xu Xin looked like an ordinary old man, with nothing surprising, and even his aura was a little weaker.

"Natural door? They deserve to find a place in us...... Forget it, the doorman will take care of these things. I'm just about to leave, you go and incense. ”

"Understood." Tang Muzhi responded.

Tang Qiushan looked at Tang Muzhi with some surprise, didn't he even ask who this old man was?

Tang Muzhi went straight into the mound, incense those seniors one by one, and put down the dumplings for them - the dumplings still have to be cleaned up by himself after the New Year.

When Tang Muzhi went out, Tang Qiushan had already gone back, and Xu Xin continued to sit there with his head down, motionless.

"This master, our junior just made a pot...... Do you taste it? He specially left a plate for Xu Xin.

Xu Xin opened his dry, cracked lips.

"Ha ......"

"Your name is Tang Muzhi, right, I've always heard your name recently......" Xu Xin skillfully opened the lunch box, there was a stainless steel fork behind the lunch box, he took off the fork and tasted the dumplings.

"Cabbage, dried tofu...... This is good. ”

"I haven't eaten this stuffed dumpling in a few years - someone will deliver it tonight, but I guess it must be the same as last year, a three-fresh ......"

Xu Xin ate slowly, Tang Muzhi didn't interject, didn't even look at him, just waited quietly for him to finish eating, put away the lunch box and left.

In the empty Tang mound, Xu Xin was left like a living dead man, the sunset fell from the hole overhead, shining on him, the surroundings were empty and dark, only the wind hit the rocks and made a "whining" sound...... He was here for half a century, a loneliness beyond loneliness.

Tang Muzhi glanced back when he left—Xu Xin's gray-white linen clothes were dyed with a touch of blood from the setting sun, like an ancient portrait.