"I'm a bottom-line person, so I don't know the details of anyone who comes to do business with me, and I won't say it if I do. Gao Daqiao's first sentence was like this.

Tang Qian's sword was a little farther away from his head.

"What can you say?" Tang Qian asked directly.

"Corpse puppets are actually simple and simple, difficult and difficult, after all, there are many kinds of corpse puppets. Gao Daqiao quickly adjusted his expression, and then said.

He pretended that there was no such sword next to his head, and although cold sweat was flowing, his expression was calm.

The surrounding guests all held their breath, some people hoped that Gao Daqiao would die, after all, Gao Daqiao owed a lot of gambling debts on credit in his hands, and once Gao Daqiao died, these things could not be counted.

There are also some people who want to survive because most of these people like this unworkable pavilion, like this environment, or like to live in this kind of place.

Some people are naturally suitable for wandering between the gambling halls and flower alleys.

Tang Qian didn't speak, so his cold sweat was obvious, and he hurriedly said: "There is one kind that can be done as long as there is blood, but this kind of thing is not particularly like, it will be very stiff." ”

Tang Qian has seen this kind of this, and he has seen a lot of it.

"The other is the corpse puppet that has been cultivated with all my heart and soul, and the corpse puppet is a kind of 'puppet', which can also be said to be a more comprehensive improvement of puppetry, so there must be a 'controller'. ”

Xia Yubing remembered the kind of puppet show she had seen for no reason, which was made by some very old old people, and it was not a very common craft, but she still saw it a few times in Los Angeles.

Those little puppets were obviously just made of wood, and their faces were painted vividly, as if they were real people.

After Xia Yubing learned about the monk's world, she had always suspected that the puppet show she had seen before was actually the monk's handiwork, but she had never seen this kind of performance in Los Angeles again.

Tang Qian would sometimes say to Xia Yubing that among these monks, there would always be people who liked to pretend that they couldn't fight, or pretend that they were living among mortals.

Xia Yubing felt that the old people she had seen were this kind of people, and it was also interesting to think about it.

Gao Daqiao continued: "This manipulator must strictly learn the words and deeds of this 'real' Fan Rentu, and then use it on the body of the 'fake' Fan Rentu, this kind of corpse puppet is almost exactly the same as the deity, because the role of the corpse puppet itself is to fake death, so it will not last too long, and this corpse puppet that simulates 'living' itself will be cut off." ”

Looking at Du Lishan and Xia Yubing's eyes, which seemed to be a little puzzled, Gao Daqiao rolled his eyes.

"Simply put, it's a piece of meat, when cut from a live pig, it's alive or dead. Gao Daqiao thought about the broken sword next to his head and explained.

Xia Yubing thought carefully for a moment and said, "Dead?"

Gao Daqiao sighed twice: "I think it is alive, so I created this craft, after making a corpse puppet from the blood of a monk, it can 'survive' for a while." ”

Gao Daqiao didn't want to explain why, just said I think.

Because he prides himself on being a wise man.

Du Lishan really sat there, as if after completing a very complicated understanding, he said, "I also think it's dead." ”

Tang Qian frowned: "You mean that similar people will take two steps forward after cutting off their heads, and if the monster is vigorous, they can still grasp things even if they cut off their arms?"

Gao Daqiao praised: "Smart man." ”

Tang Qian said: "I don't want to know if I'm a smart person, I just want to know, where did this treasure trove treasure go?"

Gao Daqiao was a little hesitant, and Tang Qian gently moved the sword in his hand.

The sword is cold.

Assassin.

The lifelong monk also felt the same way, the sword that almost pierced his throat was very cold, and this sword had already pierced Pan Zhengqing's shoulder behind him, and then his throat.

Fortunately, it was Pan Zhengqing's shoulder that pierced first.

This is not exactly a sword, there is also sword qi, and the mana grows a foot from the tip of the sword, which is aimed at a lifelong monk!

The sword qi is like substance, it is obviously mana, but it exudes a cold aura, like a very long sword, from the hands of this assassin, to Pan Zhengqing's shoulder, and then to the back of the neck of a lifelong monk, it is very cold.

The lifelong monk knew that it was wrong for him to think so, but he was really grateful to Pan Zhengqing for helping him slow down this attack, which came from behind.

He can dodge.

They are already in the kitchen.

The man with the sword is like the shadow of the kitchen.

There was blood all around, and a lot of people died, including cooks, servants, and stewards who came to urge the vegetables.

The lifelong monk silently recited a Buddha name, his people had already missed Pan Zhengqing, Pan Zhengqing's shoulder was pierced by the sword qi, and he didn't even see the figure of the lifelong monk, and there was no one in front of him after the severe pain.

A lifelong monk has already knocked out the person who came out of the sword with one palm.

This is a masked monk.

His man was swarthy and his clothes were swarthy.

Therefore, in the dark shadows, it is almost impossible to find it, even if he is knocked unconscious, it is difficult for a lifelong monk to hear his breathing, this person seems to be a dead man.

But he had just drawn his sword.

The lifelong monk looked at the dead corpses everywhere and was a little melancholy.

Because of these people, he can't save any of them, the so-called Pudu sentient beings, what sentient beings are, and the dead are naturally sentient beings.

And these people, in a way, died because they made this meal for themselves.

What this person wants to kill is definitely himself, otherwise, Pan Zhengqing must have been pierced in the throat.

So it's all because of yourself.

Table Mountain also has a few vegetarian banquet dishes, and some of them are done, but they are already cold, and it seems that this thorn

The guests came very early.

Being able to grow the sword qi by one foot, like a substance, is naturally not an ordinary monk, and being able to come and squat at himself so early, a lifelong monk also feels tricky, but the most important thing is that a lifelong monk has no idea who he has provoked, or what sect he has provoked.

Pan Zhengqing looks much better now, he is the Taishou of Yaguan, the incident happened suddenly, although he was injured, but his ability to treat his own injuries is not small.

After taking it internally and applying it externally, my face became much more rosy in an instant.

"These cooks belong to my family, and sometimes they will listen to me talk about the little master. Pan Zhengqing sighed: "So their vegetarian food is excellent, otherwise they wouldn't come to my house to be a cook." ”

Wouldn't it be a very pleasant thing for someone to be able to enjoy the Dharma so much?

The melancholy mood of the monk all his life has also improved a little.

Pan Zhengqing continued: "This is not a scrap, so you don't need to eat it, I'll eat a few bites and mourn these people in the family." ”

The next person is also a person, Pan Zhengqing has been doing a good job in this matter, and the monk has heard of it a little in his life, this person is in the cliff pass, and has always pursued the coexistence of people and demons, although Yueye Prefecture sounds like a wilderness.

This Pan Zhengqing can be said to be a gentleman.

So the lifelong monk also said: "The little monk also ate two bites, made by several donors, and the little monk is considered to be the lord of the city of Huayuan, so what can be picky?"

So Pan Zhengqing put two bowls of corn mushroom soup in a big bowl, and this bowl of soup seemed to have been hit by something in the fight, and the bowl broke a corner, and there was still half a bowl left.

He raised the bowl first: "Poor hospitality." ”

The monk of his life picked up the bowl and looked around at the dead people around him, and all kinds of mantras flowed in his heart, and then it was necessary to do something excessive, and he would first use this bowl of soup to make sacrifices.

He said softly, "What's wrong?", and took a sip - the taste was indeed unique and delicious, which made the tongue of the mouth relish, but the next moment the tongue of the lifelong monk was a little sour.

The soup is not right.

He turned his head, only to find that Pan Zhengqing, who had been holding a bowl of soup for a long time, was smiling: "Little Master, how does it taste?"

The monk of his life was floating under his feet and almost fell, but his cultivation was profound, and the golden body appeared at the first time, protecting himself, and he had to recite a mantra with his hands folded-

Buddhist spells, on the one hand, are tough and difficult to destroy, and on the other hand, they are also good at meditating on the mantra.

It's like a lifelong monk who didn't notice the killer's breath before, and this person doesn't look like he's alive.

There were many more people in the house, perhaps dead.

Those dead little cooks actually came back to life and rushed into the side of the lifelong monk, each of them was amazing, and forcibly broke the hands of the lifelong monk, so that he could not use his own heart purification spell.

Pan Zhengqing said leisurely: "Little Master, take it easy." ”

How could a lifelong monk listen to what he said, stretched out his arms, shook off the two, and his hands were going to be around

None of these people, who should have died, stopped him—

Bang –

Loud bangs.

It is the sound of one person's fist hitting another's head.

Lu Feng.

He was supposed to hang there, but at this time he was alive and punched the head of a lifelong monk.

The lifelong monk rolled his eyes up, and his body was still in the same posture, but there was no way to continue to resist.

Lu Feng moved, and the armor on his body sounded, but it was not as loud as the clicking of his bones.

"I've been hanging on it for a long time, and my neck is numb. Lu Feng complained.

"Well done. Pan Zhengqing patted Lu Feng, and Lu Feng would never remind people of that sentence about him.

Where Lu Feng is there, things will always go well.

"So, can these things be reversed?" Tang Qian frowned.

Gao Daqiao said: "The corpse puppet can die for others when it is alive, and it can also come back to life when others think it is dead." ”

"So I seem to understand how they stole the treasury. Tang Qian said softly.

Fan Rentu no longer belongs to the City Lord's Mansion, but there are still two people, Gao Mu and Yuan Lai, both of whom are very strong in cultivation, and they will not easily let go of any problematic monk.

At that time, when they went to chase Fan Rentu, he actually didn't have any magic weapons on him, because they had a fierce fight.

Some very precious magic weapons can be easily damaged on his body, Tang Qian is not sure if this is the truth, but he knows that there is another way to transport things away more safely.

A corpse.

Tang Qian said: "You don't happen to know...... Where did the body of Fan Rentu found in the treasure house end up......

Gao Daqiao won't say who bought the corpse puppet from him, but he still doesn't cross the line if he knows whose hands a corpse ends up in.

(End of chapter)