The head fell to the ground, the bones rolled slowly, and the dark red plasma from the wound was stained with dust and black.

"Hell, that's a lot of strength!"

Xiang Fangsu gasped and put down the long knife, his right wrist trembled, and the pain made him recall the days when he couldn't memorize a book and was punished by Mr. Zongxue for copying scriptures a hundred times.

Ke Wenbin touched his waist, pulled out a dagger, and poked the tip of the knife into the teeth of the head.

Click.

The human head bit the tip of the knife, and the shriveled eyes were gray and misty, which was completely subconscious.

Ke Wenbin took a little effort to pull out the dagger again, and was shocked.

"It's really strange that your head has fallen off and you're not dead yet?"

Xiang Fangsu wiped the black blood off the knife, did not enter the sheath, and held it under the crook of his arm.

He bent down to pick up the severed arm holding the knife on the ground, shook it from side to side, pulled out the wolf's head knife and threw it on the ground, and found that the five fingers of the severed arm were still reacting, and he kept scratching it.

"It's the same as an eel, and there is a reaction to death."

"Fang Su, this hand doesn't respond."

Ke Wenbin picked up the other severed hand, the skin of the knuckles was wrinkled, bloodless, and there was no reaction when he shook it.

The only difference from the moving hand in Xiang Fangsu's hand was that there was a black arrow stuck in it, which was constantly emitting black gas, as if it had pierced a water bag.

Xiang Fangsu stepped forward and pulled out the black arrow, and the black qi at the wound no longer escaped.

Turning the arrow, the arrow shimmered black in the candlelight, like a polished obsidian.

"So only by completely expelling the evil qi from the body can it be regarded as truly 'killing' this guy?"

"How did those two grandmasters die?"

"Forcibly wiped out by the will of the martial saint in the Xuan soldiers?"

Xiang Fangsu gave a guess.

The Martial Saint Xuanbing is the Martial Saint who refined his own supernatural powers when he became holy, almost an extension of his siblings.

Even if you don't practice the method of warding off evil spirits, I'm afraid it's not a problem to strangle evil spirits.

Liang Qu looked at the fallen to the ground and thought of a question: "The grandmaster came back from the dead, does he know martial arts?" ”

Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin were stunned for a moment, and then frowned.

If he didn't know martial arts, Xu Yuelong would not fail to mention such important news.

can recall it carefully, it seems that during the whole process, Xu Yuelong only said that the reaction power of the grandmaster who "came back from the dead" would decrease, and there would be no pain?

Xiang Fangsu guessed: "Could it be that the performance after resurrection has something to do with strength?" The stronger the strength, the closer the performance is to the previous life? ”

"If it's a Martial Saint ......" Ke Wenbin thought of half self-denial, "It's unreasonable, if that's the case, why did the Ghost Mother Sect shrink up?" ”

"Let's go back first."

Liang Qu interrupted the discussion between the two.

He really didn't want to stay in the ghost place, but fortunately there were two people around him, otherwise he would have come alone, it would have been a midnight horror.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was no longer entangled.

Xiang Fangsu took off his coat, wrapped his head separately and tied it around his waist, he looked at Yongdao when he came and shook his head: "Go to other exits." ”

There were two great martial artists who died on the island.

The commotion they had made earlier was too big.

Ke Wenbin disagreed: "Other passages may also lead to the residence of the Great Martial Master, and after resurrection, these corpses seem to follow their memories to wander around the residence?" The probability of hitting is not small. ”

"Vote."

Xiang Fang's words are concise and to the point.

The two looked at Liang Qu.

"I think we should leave through the exit of the third or fourth hall."

Liang Qu thought about it and gave his reasons.

Previously, they explored the treasure house and found that each hall had an exit, exactly four, corresponding to the four high-level configurations of the two grandmasters and the two great martial artists.

"There is a high probability that all the roads will lead to the high-rise main house, and I guess it is a way to distribute power in the Ghost Mother Sect.

The treasures in the first hall seem to be many and the most valuable, but that is for us.

There is no matching alchemy in the Ghost Mother Sect, and the refining master uses it, which is flashy, so the owner of the house that exports Unicom is a great martial artist.

The cultivation and domestication of mountain ghosts in the second hall is very important externally, but it is impossible to grasp the rise and fall of the sect internally, and it should be another great martial artist in charge.

Only the third and fourth halls are treasures and medicines, which are equivalent to the 'salt and iron' of the martial arts.

So I think those two exits are the most likely to be safe.

According to what Brother Yue Long said, the two grandmasters faced the power of the Martial Saint and died twice in a row, and it was impossible to resurrect again. ”

"Makes sense."

Ke Wenbin wanted to get dark, and then leave from the previous exit, but after listening to the analysis, he immediately changed his mind.

The disagreement was resolved, and the three of them went to the third hall and left along the path inside.

Before leaving, Liang Qu glanced at the treasure house behind him, and felt the protruding edges and corners of the wooden box on his back, a little weak.

"Shall we eat on our own?"

Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin glanced at each other, smiling rather than smiling.

"You're young, let me ask you, bring it to Brother Yue Long alone, not to others, what's it called?"

Liang Qu thought for a moment.

"Boss?"

"Yes, then the nature changes, so you either eat alone, or rain and dew evenly, but how much are you going to take when the rain and dew are even?

Each of the others has to take twenty things each, and besides, do you give them to your master? What about the brothers? They're closer to you, right?

Yue Long asked us to have two pieces of one person, more than two hundred treasure medicines, and it doesn't matter if we take four of them, no one cares.

You can take dozens of things, and they are all taken by people from our side, and the degree is over.

Wei Lin doesn't eat dry rice, in the matter of fishing for treasure, let's be cheeky and eat it ourselves, what do you think the consequences will be? ”

"Will you be scolded and shameless?"

Liang Qu thought about it, as if it was just that.

The relationship between more than a dozen of them is different from ordinary superiors and subordinates, but subordinates who have grown up together since childhood.

This is especially important.

At the moment, the three of them eat alone, that is their ability, who let others not think of this stubble, did not see the opportunity, at most the party in the future will be counted out, should eat.

But once one favors one over the other, or becomes a factional issue, it is completely different.

Suspicion can't be born, let alone petty theft on the table.

It is self-evident which is more important than the other.

Ke Wenbin patted Liang Qu on the shoulder.

"My father taught me since I was a child to be thick-skinned when eating. It's okay to pull yourself in the big pot of rice, that's what you can eat, and you have a little bit of a roll of your eyes.

If you take it back to a bowl and share it with others, you will be hated and think that you have let outsiders eat your own food. ”

"Understood."

Liang Qu is no longer entangled.

Xu Yuelong really wanted to let Ran Zhongshi come over and pass the word, and he wouldn't fail to mention it.

He's still too thin-skinned.

The three of them stopped talking, and ran down the road to the end, the exact same mechanism, presumably designed by the same craftsman.

Xiang Fangsu took a step back and looked at Ke Wenbin: "You come." ”

For the first time, there was a shadow in his path.

"Ah, me?"

"I'll do it."

"Don't, you're weak."

"Okay, okay, I'll come, I'll come."

Ke Wenbin pressed against the stone slab and quietly opened a crack, and what caught his eye was a large piece of starlight, and he couldn't see the roof at all.

He opened it a little more, and found that it was not that there was no roof, but that the whole roof had a large hole, and there was a deep pit in the ground next to it.

Apparently the owner of the house did not go through the front door and jumped out of the roof after being attacked.

"It's okay, no one."

"Let's go."

"Slipped."

The trio emerged from the hole, closed the slab, and traveled across the chain of islands to where they had previously landed.

I didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, and I successfully found the boat and went all the way back.

The sky is already dark.

The sergeant on the night vigil saw the returning boat and hurried forward to greet him.

"Lord Xiang, Master Ke, Lord Liang, how was the harvest in one night?"

"It's you."

Xiang Fangsu recalled that the sergeant in front of him had learned that they were going out to fish, and had sent a bunch of fishing gear earlier.

He shook the empty basket and feigned disappointment: "Bad luck, I didn't catch one." ”

"That's a shame."

The sergeant sighed.

When the three of them went upstairs, Liang Qu faintly heard the sergeants discussing in a low voice.

"It turns out to be the same as Lord Xu."