Tang Qian thought about it a lot, it stands to reason that the man in front of him shouldn't appear in front of him so quickly.

"Your friend drank blood rice porridge, we have no choice, we can only rely on himself, or Mr. Tang Qian has a way beyond what we know, it's not impossible. The huge head actually spoke first, he knew very well what Tang Qian wanted to ask, so he could easily break the silence.

"And that little ghost, if you don't eat, don't eat, even the pores of his whole body can absorb spiritual energy and maintain vitality. The man in front of him touched his bearded chin: "We just follow the rules, we don't care if he survives, his mother is dead, then he has to die." ”

"You seem to know what I'm asking. Tang Qian actually relaxed at this time, leaned on the carriage very naturally, and then picked up the cup of tea and drank it in one go, it was not tasting at all, this was not tea tasting, it was not even tea drinking, this should be called pouring tea.

But he sighed: "Good tea." ”

Then he also held the teacup in his crepe hands and handed it to Leng Qing: "Tired girl add me another cup." ”

Leng Qing snorted coldly, the person who understands tea hates the most is the person who pours the tea, but she still brought Tang Qian another cup.

"I'd actually recommend you drink it slowly. As soon as the man's voice fell, Tang Qian's teacup also fell, another cup.

"Now that I should have drunk it, can you say everything that should be said, whether it is your pot of rice, or this copper kettle, or even the carriage?" Tang Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth began to flow blood, this blood was not red, but an extremely bleak green, but Tang Qian's eyes were still very clear, and he couldn't even see a trace of ripples calmly, he nodded, signaling the man to say it directly.

"Mr. Tang Qian is really too polite, and he is so trustworthy, so I will briefly say it. This man spoke even slower than before, Tang Qian still held a sword in his hand, so he was still waiting for Tang Qian to be weaker, but even if he said it slowly, he still had to get to the point, otherwise he would have to take out the sword without waiting for Tang Qian to be completely weak: "Hu Mi Xing walks the world in order to find people who are suitable for blood rice, there are very few such people, and even we have not found two hands in Hu Mi Xing for so many years." ”

Less than ten, Tang Qian thought to himself, but the number is not important, the reason.

Tang Qian knew that the person in front of him had reached a very subtle point in his speculation about people's hearts, and he would say what he wanted to know, because he would still be worried about the sword in his hand.

"We actually want to solve a problem, a problem that has plagued the kettle rice industry for at least 7,900 years. The man still spoke very slowly, every word he said seemed to have gone through countless thoughts, Tang Qian even felt that he wouldn't really be thinking, thinking about what to tell me.

"How should you get in. ”

In fact, in the eyes of secular mortals, this place has magical power, so it is also called the underworld, or the underworld, and there are also awe-inspiring ten halls of Hades, bull heads and horse faces, and black and white impermanence.

When the man said this, Tang Qian's mouth had already begun to pour out of his mouth, a large amount, but Leng Qing still did not move, and even added a new cup of hot tea to the cup in Tang Qian's hand.

Because although Tang Qian's hand holding the teacup was spasmodic, his hand holding the sword was still very steady.

"In fact, we have studied almost, I have said, there are many people who can eat blood rice and survive before, from them we have found the secret of Xudu, and even the poison you just drank is from Xudu, so I don't need to lie to you, one, we are not interested in that child, there may be someone who wants to eat him, but it is not us, two, Xudu and we are not in the same realm, then their poison, this world is difficult to solve, and there is a great possibility that you will die. ”

Tang Qian's hand holding the teacup continued to tremble, until he just crushed the teacup with his spasmodic fingers, and the tea in the teacup reached the carriage board, and it actually emitted white smoke, although it would not hurt the carriage that was obviously some kind of magic weapon for a while, but it was still terrifying.

"Good tea should be drunk. "On the other hand, Leng Qing's words are also cold.

"Are you the head of the pot rice shop?" Tang Qian said this sentence almost through gritted teeth, his tongue was a little knotted, and more green blood gushed out of his mouth, which made him speak a little unclear.

"So to speak, everyone else calls me Sima. The man was still smiling, Sima didn't look like a name.

Tang Qian nodded: "Then I probably understand." ”

The carriage began to move slowly, no matter what calculations this man named Sima was still having, at least he was not prepared to let Tang Qian die very close to Zhoujia Village.

In fact, Tang Qian still wanted to know that they went to drink for-

"Naturally, the purpose of going to the capital is to understand the secrets of life and death, and the ultimate goal of the monk's cultivation is not like this. Sima could even easily know what Tang Qian was thinking, which also clearly showed that Tang Qian was getting weaker and weaker. Sima pulled up his robe, revealing his legs: "And I still really want to solve my legs, and there are related ways to solve it." ”

Sima's legs were out of proportion to his head, but more importantly, his legs were almost connected to the floor of the car, as if they had taken root, and his veins were already connected to the car.

Tang Qian actually smiled at this time, he seemed to be learning Sima's smile, he had neither a beard nor huge eyes, but he still touched his chin: "I actually wanted to explain one thing from the beginning, the title of Mr. is really not suitable for me, it is for Sven, but unfortunately it is really humiliating under it...... Polite. After saying this, he finally let go of his grip on the sword slightly.

Leng Qing almost instantly nailed an ice spike that he had already held in his hand to Tang Qian's place, but these ice spikes actually penetrated the position where Tang Qian was sitting and nailed to the carriage.

The man named Sima waved his hand, and Tang Qian's figure dissipated, leaving behind a big hole in the floor of the carriage, which was very round, and Tang Qian should have jumped out of the car a long time ago.

And the copper kettle clay platform that was supposed to be by his side is no longer there.

Tang Qian was patting the soil on his body at this time, with a copper kettle on one side and his broken sword on the other, he spat out, and spit out a kernel that was still secreting green liquid, the liquid was very similar to blood, but the color was miserable, and then he spat again, this time it was the tea that he should have drunk before.

"Mr. Tang Qian, I don't know if you know, the copper kettle and the soup in the pot and rice are quite related, if you want to have enough strength to cook porridge, you need to have enough blood, rain and blood, I originally wanted to bury you in a feng shui treasure far away from Zhoujia Village-" Sima's voice came from afar.

Tang Qian's people rushed towards Zhoujia Village, he was carrying an earthen platform, which was very heavy, and there was also the prohibition of Easy Ridge, so running was already the fastest way.