The old servant of the Cui family threw the brush in his hand and picked up Zhu'er's body again.

A black and yellow tiger surged up the poor boy's back, covering the waves of the sea of blood with a thin layer, as if a layer of yellow mist had risen on the surface of the sea, and it was hazy and unreal.

Immediately, the old servant still held Zhu'er's back upward, slowly lifted it above his head, and leaned towards the goby.

In the moment he was painting, the figure of the strange fish in mid-air had become more and more blurred, and it looked like a cloud of black and yellow ink that had barely gathered together, its spirit still there, and its form gradually dispersed.

Seeing this, the old servant of the Cui family immediately prayed loudly: "Cui's Zi Zhu'er makes a respectful statement, and I would like to sacrifice my blood and body, and I wish to have mercy and no resentment in life and death!"

I don't know if it was his prayers that had an effect, or if the goby really couldn't find a way to survive, in short, after sensing the tiger and the sea of blood on Zhu'er's back, the strange fish just hesitated a little, and plunged into it.

The old servant of the Cui family immediately retracted his arms and held Zhu'er back in front of him.

He withdrew the black and yellow aura that covered the waves of the sea of blood, and a pair of old eyes fixed on the poor child's back.

I saw that the goby had already submerged into Zhu'er's skin, diving into the blood-colored waves, although the body was stagnant and motionless at the moment, but the color was intense and lifelike, as if it had just been painted.

"It's finished!"

The old servant of the Cui clan raised two thick and dense colorful tiger eyebrows, which were already joyful: "Even the most outstanding disciples of the Cui clan in the past dynasties may not be able to incorporate the entire goby spirit into their bodies, let alone such a big one, but the old man actually did this!" Hahaha!"

In the midst of wild laughter, Qi Jingzhi secretly clenched his left fist and withdrew the bronze mirror, but the ox ear sharp knife in his right hand was never sheathed, and the red ghost face armor and the scarred silver armor on his body were not retracted.

Speaking of which, for Qi Jingzhi's ghost-faced silver armor, the old servant of the Cui family never saw it from beginning to end, and every time he looked directly at the hideous ghost face, he never showed the slightest different color, but paid a lot of attention to the bull-eared sharp knife that restrained the tiger's evil spirit.

This person either really has some insight and has seen similar things, so he doesn't care at all, or he only thinks about his own big things and doesn't bother to pay attention to them at all.

Qi Jingzhi looked at this old servant who once again showed his mad state, and felt that this person was really a little unreasonable.

In his opinion, this so-called Na Ling into the body is actually not unusual, and there are many warlocks in the rivers and lakes who are in this way, for example, the golden knife Wei clan was changed by the red gold knife to change the bloodline, and the unique golden qi in the knife is contained in the body to nourish, not to mention that last night Geshu Dashi just demonstrated what it means to "hide the sword heart and swallow the belly of the boat".

It's just that although this method enters the country extremely quickly, and it may even change its life against the sky, the risk is undoubtedly extremely great, and the slightest carelessness will lead to a miserable death, and even harm the people close to you.

You can use the body of the pearl to bring the dead and undead body into the body, why did you come?

It must be known that Zhu'er has no cultivation qualifications, and it is only because of the blessing of the ghost boy's breath that he can deceive the goby spirit for a while, not to mention that now the ghost boy has been swallowed by the bronze mirror, and Zhu'er's body is afraid that it will not last long and will die completely.

What's more, in order to warm up the red gold knife, the whole clan has become a knife slave, and Geshu Dashi is also willing to take risks, and his natural qualifications and temperament are extraordinary, so he can succeed in one fell swoop, but now the Cui family only has a dying body of Zhu'er.

Sure enough, Qi Jingzhi had this idea in his heart, and the shoddy "Tigerfish Picture" on Zhu'er's back had a change.

After only a few breaths, the goby in the picture became restless and began to swim around in the sea of blood.

Zhu'er is still young, her back is not wide enough, and the sea of blood in the picture is even narrower, where can this three-foot-long goby be displayed, and it becomes more and more manic under the wall everywhere, and the blood-colored ink that has not dried in the picture is messed up.

Cui's old servant's laughter stopped abruptly, and immediately threw Zhu'er's body back on the bookcase, picked up the previous brush, and messed around with the knife in Zhu'er's back heart

Dipping it, he nodded towards the goby.

At first, the goby was completely unguarded, and the old servant was lit with seven or eight blood-colored ink spots on his body in one breath.

The blood-colored ink spots were like nails, nailing it to its place.

However, it only took a few breaths for these blood spikes to quickly seep into Zhu'er's skin and merge into the sea of blood.

The goby suddenly became free, only to swing its thin tail, and in an instant, a series of blood nails were added, and it had to freeze in place again.

The old servant of the Cui family didn't blink his eyes, and the brush in his hand flew like a fly, and he lit up one blood nail after another without stopping.

After a short time, a large mass of blood appeared on Zhu'er's back, and many of the lines used to outline the sea of blood were no longer distinguishable, and the effect of the blood nail's imprisonment was also weakened by half.

Every time the goby escapes from the trap, it has time to swim forward for a short time before it is pinned for a few breaths in the relatively clean sea.

It also only wants to swim to the sea where the lines are still there and there is no blood, and dismisses places covered in large masses of blood.

If this continues, the space that can be used for the goby will disappear.

At that time, I am afraid that this temporary painting of the "Tigerfish Picture" will also be destroyed, and there will be no more spiritual effect.

Perhaps, as the old servant of the Cui family said, the picture scroll of "Tigerfish Picture" thrown on the ground is not a great treasure, but it is obviously not something that anyone can draw.

However, for some reason, in the face of the imminent failure, the old servant of the Cui family did not have the slightest look of anxiety on his face, but became more and more calm.

He suddenly handed the brush to his left hand, and stabbed it hard at the goby's body, nailing it to death, while his right hand ripped open his shirt, revealing his bony chest.

Immediately after, he used his bloody index finger to outline the lines of water on his chest.

This time it was far more hasty than when he painted on Zhu'er's back, and the lines he drew were crooked and skewed, and he couldn't even resemble the shape, but could only be regarded as freehand.

Qi Jingzhi frowned, and he really couldn't understand what the other party was doing.

If Zhu'er is said to have the Cui bloodline, even if she has no cultivation qualifications, she can manage to temporarily deceive the goby fish and let it settle down for a while, but this old servant doesn't even have the Cui family's bloodline.

The other party made it clear that the Cui clan had its own method of restraint, and no matter how diligent an outsider practiced it, he would not be able to get the approval of such a huge tiger spirit.

If he does it again on himself, if he doesn't succeed, if he can really absorb the spirit into his body, the goby's resistance will only be more violent, and it is better to wipe his neck directly.

"Huh? That's not right!"

Qi Jingzhi's gaze stopped at the two colorful tiger eyebrows of the old servant of the Cui family, and he immediately became a little uncertain: "Although the incident happened suddenly tonight, this person and the head of the Cui family have been planning for a long time, and what they did before is one ring after another, and every step has a deep meaning."

"He insisted on doing something on Zhu'er first, and then poured the goby spirit on himself, but I am afraid that it is not without a target. It's just that listening to the other party's tone, it seems that the ancestors of the Cui family have never taken such a risk, and it is unknown whether it can be successful......

While the old servant of the Cui family was busy, he suddenly found that the ghost boy had quietly disappeared without a trace, and it seemed that he had been easily disposed of by Qi Jingzhi who didn't know how to use it, and even at this moment, this detective was holding the treasure knife and watching coldly, and his old face immediately changed color slightly.

So, this old servant kept working on his hands, but he still squeezed out a smile towards Qi Jingzhi, as if he had nothing to say: "The old man once heard my young master say today that Qi Ji returned the red gold knife to the Wei clan thousands of miles away, such a righteous act is really admirable! The young master also said that a sincere gentleman like Qi Zhishi, the Cui family should make a good friend!"

Qi Jingzhi immediately understood the intention of the other party in saying this, and couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

It's just that when he went to the back garden of Baiyun Palace alone and warned himself not to take care of Cui's housework, he didn't have such a good voice, let alone the slightest intention to make friends.

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi immediately shook his head and smiled:

"I'm only here to settle old grudges with the ghost cub, and by the way, to see what he and the lord behind him are planning, and the rest don't care. What's more, if you want to talk about sincerity, my husband showed me a lot of Cui's secrets, which is no more honest. If the next thing is inconvenient for outsiders to watch, Qi will leave immediately."

Unexpectedly, the old servant of the Cui family shook his head, and said in a sincere tone: "If you want to see it, the Cui family is a dignified saint Jiang Sect, and it has always been above board, and you can't say anything to people, let alone hide it from the Demon Suppression Courtyard!"

The old servant's words were very high-sounding, if he either regarded Qi Jingzhi as a fool, or did not believe what Qi Jingzhi said at all, for fear that he would have a bad heart because of the previous incident and spoil Cui's big thing, so he had to say a few perfunctory words to appease him.

Before the old servant's words fell, Zhu'er's back on the bookcase suddenly exploded, splashing countless flesh and blood, and even the brush that nailed the goby was broken into several pieces.

For a while, the scene in the study was extremely bloody and tragic, and even the Cui lady, who always only showed her face by the window, couldn't help but exclaim.

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but glance at her, most of his mind was on the old servant and Zhu'er, but he didn't pay much attention to this woman, and when he saw her face at this moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He immediately became a little more careful in his heart, and made up his mind that he must not turn his back to the south window.

At this moment, the tiger spirit flew out of the messy bookcase, slowly swimming in mid-air, looking completely manic and angry in the sea of blood, but looking east and west with a confused face, as if wondering where the "Tigerfish Map" had gone.

Qi Jingzhi's gaze was immediately attracted again, and while dispersing the smoky feather cloak used to cover the flesh, he secretly said in his heart, "The memory of these goby spirits is really not very good."

Previously, every time these spirits in the painting were attracted by blood, they would have to fight again to determine the winner and loser, and as long as they were a little far away from the painting, they would never find a way back, if not, they would not have been calculated like this by the old servant of the Cui family.

At the same time, in Qi Jingzhi's induction, the aura on the body of this goby spirit seemed to be ...... Docile?

"Do you mean...... Compared to the Wei clan's long-term cultivation of the Red Gold Sword Qi, did the old servant of the Cui clan want to use this more violent way to polish away the ferocious aura of the goby spirit in the shortest possible time? Because there is no such talent as Geshu Dashi in the clan, he can only fill it with his life?"

"Could it be that if you want to succeed in cultivating on the land of the Six Prefectures of the East China Sea, you have to choose such a cool way?"

"At such a big price, it is impossible for the head of the Cui family to let the final benefit fall on an old slave, and this old man in front of him is most likely a loyal servant, so ......

Qi Jingzhi turned his head to look at the door leading to the inner room of the study, there was a lot of uproar outside the door, but Cui Zitao was still sleeping soundly inside, without any movement.

The old servant of the Cui clan did not pay attention to the movements of the people around him, and did not even raise his eyes to stare at the tiger fish spirit, but instead put all his attention on the increasingly crude blood map on his chest, and he was a little more calm than before.

After a moment, it wasn't until he backhanded the title and inscription that he raised his head and looked at the goby spirit that had become restless again because his body was blurry and scattered again.

The old servant of the Cui family looked at it for a long time, and saw that the goby spirit was almost scattered into a cloud of thick ink, so he kicked on the ground with one foot, and at the same time supported the bookcase with both hands, and the whole person jumped up from the ground.

His two thick thick lines are particularly eye-catching, swaying in the air, colorful and mighty.

As his body gradually rose up, the old servant struggled to straighten up his chest, whose skin was loose and wrinkled, and his ribs were visible, and met the goby spirit in mid-air.

Unsurprisingly, the goby spirit, who was cornered again, didn't even hesitate this time, and immediately burrowed into the waves of blood on his chest.

The old servant was struck by lightning, his body suddenly stiffened, and then he fell down heavily.

He still didn't forget to land on one foot, but unfortunately he didn't have much strength on his body, his knees bent and the soles of his feet slipped, and the whole person fell backwards when he landed, if he hadn't been supported by a strong arm to support his waist, he was afraid that he would fall to the ground

Above.

Looking at this old man who had maintained the arrogant posture of the family in front of people earlier, watching him gradually become such an embarrassed and weak appearance now, Qi Jingzhi had neither sympathy nor disdain in his heart, but asked softly, "What should I do next?"

"Hey, you don't need to do anything other than the last step, just see how long the old decay can last. If I hold on for a while, the young master will have more hope of surviving!"

The old servant of the Cui clan turned his head to look at the young man, shook his head slightly, and then struggled to stand up.

He turned his body slowly, and when he was completely facing Qi Jing, he slowly took two steps back.

He stared at the ghost-faced silver-armored young swordsman, the light in the eyes of a pair of old men was obviously a little weaker than before, and he said with hatred in his mouth: "If it weren't for the old decay that couldn't beat you, tonight's events were on the bow, and there was no delay at all, so I had to gather people and kill you!"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi took off his red ghost mask and smiled at the old man in front of him: "If it weren't for that, the old man would only be afraid that he would die earlier."

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on the old servant's face, and he suddenly said again: "The old man has wasted his time for decades, and today I know what a sincere gentleman is!"

After that, he slowly bent down and bowed deeply.