These storage bags couldn't be put into the green ring, so they sent a batch to Yan Zi, Li Junhai, and Shao Run, and the rest were troublesome, and it was a pity to throw them away, and they were always tied around Xu Shu's waist.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy at this moment, the green ring was worn on his finger, and no one could see him at all.

He destroyed a storage bag, even if Zhao Qiankun asked a famous person to take action, it couldn't be repaired in ten days and half a month.

These storage bags have become an excellent way to cover the existence of the Green Ring.

"What is this?"

Gu Chun pointed to the demon bag on Xu Shu's waist and asked sharply.

Xu Shu untied the demon bag and threw it at Gu Chun, Gu Chun took it and was about to open it, but was stopped by the middle-aged man with a numb face standing behind Xia Yuanrang.

He wore a wide-legged tunic that did not resemble a Middle-earth figure, and around his neck hung a row of white bone skull balls, all the size of a baby's head.

"But there's a deception?"

Gu Chun took a step back, and stuffed the dead demon bag to the middle-aged man with a hemp face like a snake and scorpion.

A cloud of black gas came out of the middle-aged man with a pockmarked face, holding the demon bag, and the black gas was swirling, opening the demon bag.

Whoosh, crying and jumping out, four hooves in the air, stretching a lazy waist, he with the body of a dragon head and a cat, instantly attracted the attention of the audience.

"Cry, this, this is a ghost cry!"

The middle-aged voice with a pockmarked face has three points of fear and seven points of ecstasy.

Before the cry fell, he swished, dragging the black gas of the demon collection bag, turning into a rope and rolling towards the cry.

The black qi floated, extremely fast, and in one fell swoop, it was tied up in a strong knot.

The middle-aged man with a hemp face looked up to the sky and laughed, and only then did he put the cry into the demon bag, Xu Shu's heart jumped, and he was ready to make a move.

Suddenly, the cry opened its mouth, and no sound came out.

In the next moment, everyone felt that Tianling Gai had been pierced by a steel needle, and their souls were trembling.

The indescribable pain trembling from the depths of the soul was truly painful.

Xu Shu has learned the "crying" of crying, and he really listened to the thunder in silence.

But this time, the crying "crying" sounded a little weak to Xu Shu, far less than the last time, which shocked the brain to have a short blank period.

He was smacking the cause and effect, and when he looked at it, the soldiers and horses outside fell to the ground, and in the courtyard, the only people who could stand were Chen Tailei, Xia Yuanrang, and the middle-aged man with a numb face, plus Xu Shu himself.

Even Guo Zhongtong barely held on to a tree before he stood firm, his face was dark green, and it was difficult to see the extreme.

Crying "crying", take a big breath, and all the black gas that binds it is sucked into its mouth.

"This, this ......"

The middle-aged man with a numb face was stunned, that black qi was the dark death qi that he had collected and refined countless ghosts, and it was unparalleled.

It has always been his killer weapon at the bottom of the box, and his ability to cry, he has also heard of it.

It seems that the one in front of him, who is still in a state of ignorance, should not have such ability at all.

"No matter, such a superb cry, if you don't take it, you will be damned!"

The middle-aged man with a pockmarked face was horizontal, his hands were rubbed together, and a green flying needle was freed from his cuff.

The green flying needle was wrapped in a black gas, and was about to shoot out, when there was a crisp sound, and the flying needle exploded in the air, turning into countless iron filings and drifting away in the wind.

The middle-aged man with a hemp face was so angry that one Buddha was born, and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, glaring at Xu Shu with infinite anger.

Xu Shu didn't look at him, and the arms of the two wrestlers who were holding him on the side couldn't help but unload their strength.

Only then did the two believe what Gu Chun said, so what could they do with ten cow tendon ropes?

"Whew, Whew......"

Crying and panting, in a moment, the little body doubled in size and turned into a round sphere.

The ball continued to expand, the size of two basketballs.

Suddenly, after a burst of flattering urgency, the cry turned into its original form, and lay on the ground without a sound.

Xu Shu knew that the crying was narrow, and the crying temper in the seedling stage was so big that he fainted with anger.

The middle-aged man with a pockmarked face was overjoyed, so he was about to make a move, and glanced at Xu Shu vigilantly.

saw Xu Shu clenching his fists and beckoning to crying.

The dizzy cry woke up suddenly, swished, and rushed into Xu Shu's arms.

Xu Shu covered the crying mouth with his hand, and in the next moment, the crying body trembled violently.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Shu whispered a few words to the cry, threw his big hand, and the cry was thrown into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

The middle-aged man with a hemp face is shocked inexplicably, and the crying is fickle and the most untamable.

But the scene that happened in front of him almost subverted his cognition.

Crying is obviously in a state of coma, but this surname Xu's beckon can revive the cry, what kind of evil method is this?

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, take it away!"

Xia Yuan ordered in a muffled voice.

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"The house is small enough to accommodate the knees, and the eaves are high and the old trees are together. Kaixuan Ping Beidou, turning over too low. ”

Xu Shu sat on a dusty stone bed, and such a poem unconsciously popped up in his mind.

He couldn't remember who the original author was, but he knew that this must be a poem he had heard in his previous life.

In such a fate, he was not flustered.

I have thought about the way back, it's a big deal not to have this official skin, with my current ability, the world is big, and you can get it.

The last bit of goodwill he had for the Great Zhou Mansion was also wiped out by Zhao Qiankun's misdeeds.

This is a dark system that has no right or wrong, and only talks about the level of official position.

Although his original intention of joining Chunshen Station was just to think about the good cultivation among the six doors.

But since putting on this official robe, the idea of protecting the territory and the people, and protecting the party has always lingered in my mind.

Well, now he's tired, tired, and disappointed.

He had been locked up for more than three hours, and no one had come to interrogate him.

This secret room, which is less than ten square meters, is located in Chunshen Station.

The strange thing is that Xu Shu, as an old man at Chunshen Station, never knew about the existence of such a secret interrogation room.

The house is not big, all kinds of torture instruments are complete, there are water tanks built on all sides, and the sound of running water in winter is endless.

Xu Shu has read "A Comprehensive Theory of Criminal Punishment" and knows that this setting has two uses.

One is convenient for cruel waterboarding, and the other is to use the sound of Dongdong's water to defeat the prisoner's spiritual world.

When people are in an absolutely quiet environment, the sound of water in winter will be sharply amplified, and the sound of water will become a huge mental torture, making the prisoner miserable and hallucinating.

I felt that the sound of the water and the sound of my own blood flowing, resonated, and then forced the prisoner to tear open the blood vessels by himself.

Xu Shu didn't think that these routines were useful to him.

He doesn't even have to go out of his body, as long as he closes the six senses, it is not difficult to enter the state of forgetting things and self.

He believed that Zhao Qiankun was not a fool and would not play such a trick with him.

Now that he has made a comprehensive plan, Xu Shu no longer wastes his energy for the future, he sat cross-legged and began to practice the "Pure Yang Imperial Palace True Method".

He is now a little addicted to cultivation, and this feeling is like an old farmer who is taking care of a fertile piece of land.

Watching the fields be ploughed little by little, the seeds growing into seedlings little by little, and the seedlings heading little by little, this sense of accomplishment makes people iron from the bottom of their hearts.

Cultivation is forgetting himself, but he is disturbed by the sound of the door opening.