We have come to this point because of the contradiction of the ashes.

But now he doesn't mention the ashes selection, only the north and south cargo roads of the Dragon Girl Field!

This is testing my true purpose!

He is at the end of his rope, and he is dying, but he still has the heart to test me?

"It's late, you should have agreed to my terms last night. Since you have pressed your life, you have to admit it. I pointed to the bald old man curled up on the ground without moving, "Again, leave yourself some dignity, don't lose all your face." ”

Walking the rivers and lakes, the most taboo is a greedy word.

Since I smelled something unusual, I decisively dismissed the idea of going down the line of the thousand-faced beard.

The only thing left to do now is to cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

Thousand-faced Hu slowly narrowed his eyes and said, "They are all brothers in the same senses, and there is no need to fight to the death?" I'm not this fishy thing, and I have a few hands on my body, so I'm really in a hurry, and I'm going to end up in trouble, so why bother? ”

I laughed slowly, "You don't die, how can I take over the Dragon Maiden Yard and take your north-south cargo route?" You raised a good dragon girl, and I also enjoy it, and it is not in vain that you have spent so much effort. Tsk, I ordered the spring record, but it's really a cute person who is as smooth as water. ”

Thousand-faced Hu said expressionlessly: "I like it, I will send you." But I'm afraid you won't be able to enjoy it! ”

He slammed the wine into my glass.

The wine was in the air, giving off a fishy smell and flashing green light.

One or two drops fell from the mouth of the cup and dripped onto the table, sending up a wisp of green smoke.

I grabbed the paper of footprints pressed under the cup, and with a shake of my hand, stopped the poisonous wine that had been spilled.

Thousand-faced Hu took the opportunity to jump on the windowsill, pushed open the sash, and jumped out.

I can't find the door, but I can find the window.

Although there is a cliff outside the window, it is a way out of life for this old photographer.

I chased to the window and looked out.

The valley was dark, the forest wind was gusting, and there was no shadow of a thousand faces.

I pressed the swaying sash and saw the blood stains left on the edges.

As I was leaving, I dragged a row of tiny wooden thorns out of the edge of the sash with a bit of force.

In order to ensure the mastery of the severity of the hand and the amount of medicine, it is necessary to keep the skin of the hands soft and tender.

Such a pair of hands cannot withstand any scratch.

I smiled and turned my head to look at the footprints in my hand.

The glass of wine was poured all over the footprints in the picture.

Not a single drop is wasted.

The footprints on the picture are corroded beyond recognition.

"It is forgivable to do sins in heaven, but you can't live for your own sins."

I slowly stained the footprints with the little blood, then folded them into squares, stuffed them into the wine bottle, and shook them lightly, lighting them along with the wine ribbon map.

A thousand faces are dead.

Let him go in order to borrow his hand and cut the grass to the roots.

The dragon girl is the forbidden body of the Bodhisattva, and she would rather be destroyed than allowed to fall into the hands of others.

Seeing the footprints in the wine bottle burn out, I squatted down next to the bald old man, took a napkin to wipe away the black blood from his seven orifices, took out a ball of transparent thin thread from my bag, put on seven sewing needles, and inserted the sewing nails down the spine, one by one into the back of the neck and waist, and then rubbed the thin thread, the bald old man opened his eyes, turned over and sat up.

Thirty-six techniques of the outer way, puppet control.

The dead have a dead man's use.

In the means of outer Taoism, people are used as materials, and there are no useless things.

I controlled the bald old man and walked out of the private room side by side with me and left the South Heaven Pavilion.

When I walked out of the South Heavenly Pavilion from the main entrance, I was lost in the front desk attendants, making them forget the scene they saw.

All the way down the mountain, I came to the Shandang parking lot, drove the fifth brother's Cherokee, and went straight back to the Lanqing Hostel.

At the entrance of the hostel, the bald old man found a rope and hung himself from the beam of the gate.

I put three pillars of incense on the threshold, then went back to the room where I was resting in the evening, lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, acquiesced to the nine numbers, and fell asleep.

The night was too draining, and I needed sleep to recover as quickly as possible to ensure that I had enough mental and physical strength to cope with what might happen next.

I closed my eyes and heard a low sobbing sound again.

There are footsteps moving quickly on the floor of the room.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a hideous-looking fifth brother standing in the center of the room, with a big blood cut on his neck, and blood was gushing constantly.

He looked at me with a wicked look on his face, his mouth opening and closing angrily, as if he was cursing.

I rolled over and sat up and looked at him quietly.

A faint gray-white mist seeped through the crack in the door, flowing a shallow layer along the ground.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the door was slammed open.

Several cloaked figures of madness poured in.

There was infinite hatred and hatred on his hideous face.

The fifth brother was shocked and turned around and wanted to escape.

But he couldn't get out of the room.

The women who poured in rushed up, pressed the fifth brother down, put their hands and mouths together, and bit desperately.

The fifth brother's flesh and blood were flying, and his mouth was wide open in pain, as if he was begging for mercy and as if he was begging for life.

I smiled and lay back on the bed, closing my eyes again and opening them again, and the room was quiet except for the sandalwood.

Glancing at my watch, I slept for almost five hours.

The sky is white.

I cleaned up briefly, took off the portrait nailed to the bottom of the bed, jumped out of the hostel, went around the front street, found a bush and sat down, and quietly watched the bald old man dangling on the door of the inn.

Pedestrians began to appear on the street.

The bald old man hanging from the gate was soon discovered, causing a screaming chaos.

However, the hostel was unusually quiet, and no one came out to check on the situation.

It didn't take long for a large number of police officers to arrive at the scene with the sound of a shrill siren.

I mingled in the crowd and watched the excitement, so I took the bus back to Dahe Village.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw Lao Cao sitting at the window of the police room wearing an overcoat.

When he saw me appear, he was visibly relieved and beckoned to me.

I leaned over and asked, "Didn't you sit here last night without closing your eyes?" ”

Lao Cao scolded: "Get out of the way, I don't know how good I sleep, and I will sleep until dawn." ”

I complimented, "It's a blessing that you can sleep at your age." Sleep more, you will have more energy, let alone live for a second longer, so sleep well, you don't have to worry about living a long life. ”

"Shao Te, follow me in that Pili Yangqiu." Lao Cao glanced at me, "There was an incident in the middle of the night last night, a woman hanged herself in public in the Emperor Entertainment Plaza, and when the police station rushed over, the boss of Emperor Entertainment was already crazy, and he couldn't even say a word, so he knew to shout don't kill me." ”

"That's the dragon girl, the hand of the old Bodhisattva. He lost his reasoning, and he lost his life, this is to take his own dragon girl on the road together. ”

Lao Cao glared at me, and after a while, he slowly said: "You really don't have blood on your hands, this borrowing a knife to kill people, begging for life in the air, you are familiar with it, how can you use it yourself!" I can see that you are a scourge. ”

"Thank you, old Jiyan. Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years. With your old words, I don't dare to say that I will live for a thousand years, but it is no problem to be 180 years old! ”

"Roll the calves!"