The fat powder spilled by the little girl is, of course, poisonous.

Except for Su, who is the descendant of Huangquan, the remains of the beheaded corpse, and the body is full of filthy cold and poison, logically speaking, he will not be afraid of any poison.

But those fat powders are not ordinary poisons, but the poisons of the Tang family.

If it were the real old people like Shang Xingzhou who saw this scene, they would definitely think of some more ancient history.

The Tang family, which is biased towards the southwest, was able to spend so many years peacefully under the gaze of countless Divine Realm powerhouses, what did it rely on?

Why are the heads of the Tang family so mysterious and terrifying?

Because the Tang family's best means, the most terrible means is poison.

It's just that with the passage of time, almost no one remembers this.

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Feeling that the meridians were shrinking sharply, and feeling that the true blood was constantly flowing, except for Su Zhen, he was going crazy.

These officials, traders, and fortune tellers, regardless of their realm or strength, are just ordinary in his opinion.

It's the two old men who can burn the sun and the little girl who uses poison, if in normal times, he has a way to deal with it. But their cooperation with each other was so harmonious, there were no loopholes, they didn't give him any chance to fight back, and directly trapped him in a dangerous situation.

The feeling was really irritating, angry, and painful.

A scream erupted from his blood-stained lips.

Countless fine ripples arose on the surface of the river, and the poisoned fish and snakes were split inch by inch.

Countless black blood splattered in all directions, and then he used the most authentic divine technique of the Immortal Sect to turn into black mist.

The black mist was blown into countless wisps by the wind, each writhing as if alive, turning into a snake, and then gradually revealing its face.

Those faces are blurred at first, and then clear, the outline of the face, the eyebrows and eyes gradually clear, the fangs, bones and claws gradually appear, or hideous or cold, all of them are yin ghosts.

Countless Yin Ghosts turned into blood mist, with sharp blades in hand, forced towards those people on the shore.

There were countless piercing cutting sounds on the six iron chains, and countless black sparks appeared on the water and fire sticks.

The fortune teller's banner fluttered in the wind, and the hands of the vendors had fallen into the sand table.

The two old men who sold hemp candy were about to punch again, and the little girl held another handful of fat powder in her hand.

Just when Except Su was ready to use the most powerful means, even if his body and soul were broken, he would kill all these people on the shore.

Suddenly, a piano sounded on the riverside.

The sound of this piano is not as good as that of the Demon Lord in the snowy mountains, but it is just as breathtaking.

If Zhu Ye was still alive, his first reaction after hearing the sound of the piano today would also be to try his best to escape.

The sound of this harp once sounded on the shore opposite the Dao Hall.

The piano is played by a blind luthier.

I don't know when, the blind luthier came to the room, to the shore.

The blind violinist looked up and glanced at Su.

There were no black pupils in his eyes, only the whites of his eyes, reflecting the black blood and yin ghosts in the sky, which were slightly gray.

Knowing that the other party couldn't see him, except for Su, he felt that his body and even his spiritual world had been seen through.

Fear rushed into his heart, almost stopping it.

He didn't dare to make any counterattack, broke free from the five chains as fast as he could, turned around and jumped into Wenshui.

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The sound of the piano rose continuously, spreading far away in the wind and snow.

When the strings move, there is a sense between heaven and earth, and the gentle snowflakes become the sharpest flying knives.

Countless terrible and unpleasant screams sounded in the sky on the surface of the river, and countless Yin Ghosts screamed and were cut into the thinnest pieces.

The snowflakes were dyed gray and black, fell into the river, and were never seen again.

It's like falling into the water of a river.

The light shone on Wenshui, and there was no trace of Su anymore, only an afterimage on the water.

He was too fast, even faster than the shadow vanished.

The blind luthier looked into the distance and ignored it, his thin fingers continuing to pluck the strings, but the pitch changed.

Now the song he plays is called the Yellow River, and Akiyama-kun used to sing it that evening.

The sound of the piano is like a real thing, falling on the surface of the river, and the water droplets splash like gold liquid.

The afterimage cut off silently.

Out of nowhere, there was a terrible scream of pain.

A severed tail with black blood fell from the sky.

It turned out that Except Su was not hidden in the river, but once again hidden in the eyes of the Bright Array.

With the crisp thud of metal, a chain was thrown into the air, holding the severed tail.

The little girl stretched out her hand and sprinkled the fat powder on the broken tail, as if cooking, and like pickling.

In the heavy restraint of iron chains, he still struggled, like the severed tail of a living thing, gradually static, and only then did he really die.

An old man selling hemp candy stepped forward and wrapped the broken tail with brown paper wrapped in sugar.

When they had done this, they looked at the blind luthier.

The officials, the vendors, the fortune tellers, the old men who sell hemp candy, and the little girls who buy fat powder are the five kinds of people in the Tang family.

But they're not all.

They are five of the five, and in addition to that, there is one person.

That person is their teacher and their leader.

"West Sanli. ”

The seven vendors were still presiding over the formation, the wind was blowing, and the fortune teller found the Su again.

The officials carried iron ropes on their backs and held water and fire sticks, ready to continue the pursuit.

The old man who sold hemp candy and the little girl who bought fat powder also began to pack up their things.

There was no expression on their faces, they were calm.

Since the blind piano master has made a move, no matter how good Su is at concealment, his methods are vicious and unparalleled, after all, it is also a dead word.

The blind luthier did not move.

The servants and vendors, the old man and the little girl all looked at him.

"Enough. ”

The blind luthier closes his eyes and continues to play.

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The speed of time is not exactly the same, for different people in different moods, and the same is true for the before and after of an event.

As the boundaries of time get closer, the flow of time tends to speed up considerably.

The cards in the Tang family's old house have stopped.

The cards in the ancestral hall have also been played to the end.

The hour is almost up.

The three people at the table were visibly getting more and more nervous, and the sweat on their foreheads was getting more and more.

"Uncle Sixteen, you and Uncle Seventeen are twin brothers, and their relationship has always been close, I think you must want to avenge him. ”

Tang Thirty-six looked at one of them and said, "But you need to figure it out, he was not killed by the Demon Lord, nor by the Pope, but by the Second Uncle." ”

Hearing this, Tang Sixteen's expression changed suddenly, stared at him and said, "Evidence." ”

Tang Thirty-six said: "At the beginning, because of the matter of Cinnabar Dan, there was a bishop in the Yinghua Hall who was expelled from the palace, you should know this person. ”

Tang Sixteen's face gradually became gloomy, and he said, "He accompanied Seventeen to Gaoyang Town. ”

Tang Thirty-six glanced at the cards in his hand and said, "He's not dead." ”

Tang Sixteen Ye said: "No matter who makes the move, even if it's ...... Second brother, there is no reason why he is still alive. ”

Tang Thirty-six raised his head and glanced at him, and said, "This shows a truth, suicide is always more difficult than killing. ”

Tang Sixteenth Master Huo Ran got up and said, "Give him to me." ”

Tang Thirty-six lowered his head again and began to sort out the cards, and said, "Then it depends on whether Uncle Sixteen is willing to give me what I want." ”