Chapter Eighty-Seven: Blood Pact
In the big village surrounded by grass, a yard of people fell. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
After a few soldiers, they knew that everyone couldn't beat this little girl, and they already fell in pain, even if they saw Taizu being coerced at this time, they all pretended to be dead, and they didn't dare to step forward, secretly squinting their eyes and waiting for the situation to change.
The sharp knife was against his neck, and he was frozen through his heart.
I don't know if this little girl has a number of subordinates.
Saint Bailong Taizu complained for a while in his heart, so many men, they are not enough for this little girl to see a move, could it be that he has encountered a monster?
With a steel knife on his neck, he didn't even dare to breathe, and he cautiously argued: "Woman, persuade you to go quickly, there are still some silver taels in the palace of Lian that can be used as a woman's entanglement, if the woman walks slowly, once Lian is called by divine inspiration, Lian can't control the situation, if it hurts the female ......"
When death is on the verge of death, the words are endless, are you afraid that you will lose money if you say that you are missing?
snorted coldly: "If you don't let some blood come out, you will definitely not tell the truth!"
Gently pull horizontally, cutting the blade into the skin.
The neck was cold and then hot, and then painful, and blood flowed out.
Looking down and seeing the blood stained on the imperial robe, the Holy White Dragon Taizu exclaimed: "Bleeding, bleeding!"
"The knife was pierced into the neck, of course it bleeds, what's so strange about that?" Shashasha sneered a few more times: "I heard that you have nine heads, and it's not a big deal to cut off one, right?"
The subordinates used a slight force, and the pain immediately penetrated into the bones, the eyes of the Holy White Dragon Taizu burst into tears, and finally lost the prestige of the pretend, tears and snot flowed out together, and begged bitterly: "Woman, don't cut, don't cut, I say, I ...... anything"
Just when he wanted to confess, his eyes suddenly rolled white, and the holy white dragon fainted and died in Zu.
"Don't play dead!
With a little more force on his hand, the wound was widened a little more, but the Holy White Dragon Taizu did not react at all.
"Huh, so easily scared?"
Reached out and probed his snort, and sure enough, there was only breath out, no breath in.
Removed the sharp knife, wiped the blood on the knife with his imperial robe, jumped off the dragon chair, helped up the daughter of the snake king who was sitting softly on the ground, smiled awkwardly, and said innocently: "I didn't want to kill him, he scared himself to death." β
Taizu slumped softly on the dragon chair, life and death unknown.
The soldiers who pretended to be dead were just ordinary farmers, and when they saw that they were in a lawsuit for their lives, they couldn't hold back any longer, and took advantage of Sashasha's conversation with the daughter of the snake king, got up and rushed out of the courtyard.
Looking at the appearance of these soldiers fleeing, Sha Sasha didn't have any thoughts, in short, Taizu was gone, and this palace would naturally disperse.
Go back to your own home, go back to your own fields, and have a good birthday.
As soon as the first soldier rushed to the door, a sudden gust of evil wind blew and sealed the gate of the walled wall.
The soldier's nose slammed against the door, and suddenly there were gold stars in his eyes and blood dripping from his nose.
Hearing a cold "squeak" behind him, he looked back and saw that the door of the Yangtian Temple had opened.
After the door opened, the yin wind gusted, hovering in the courtyard, and immediately turned the sunny day into a number of winters.
A person, with the cold air, stepped out of the Heavenly Palace.
The figure is tall, and the white clothes are better than the snow.
Nine heads.
Looking at the dragon chair again, the Holy White Dragon Taizu was obviously still paralyzed in the chair, how could he come out of another Taizu?
It's Taizu who is enlightened!
The soldiers immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed to the nine white-headed robes.
Seeing this scene, the daughter of the snake king was so frightened that her legs were weak again, and she relied on the support of Sashasa to stand still.
Could it be that he really has some supernatural powers?
Staring at the nine-headed man in white tightly, Shashasha frowned and pondered, secretly harnessing her true qi towards the sharp knife, ready to fight to the death.
Lang Lang strode forward, and the nine-headed man in white approached, pulled out a feather fan from his back waist, and gently protected his chest.
Perform the appearance of grace.
Seeing this contrived look, Sashasha laughed crisply.
"It's you!"
Pounce on him and grab his nine heads.
She flashed sideways, but deliberately slower to catch her head.
Pulling hard, this head was scratched alive by her.
He looked down at the "face" still in his hand, and immediately laughed.
Everything became clear, it turned out that the other eight heads were pasted with papier-mΓ’chΓ©.
took off the other eight heads, revealing a lazy and handsome face of Bai Wuchang.
Snatched the eight heads from his hand, examined them carefully, and the paste was quite fine.
The painting skills are also good, with thin eyebrows and big eyes, straight nose and thin lips.
Looking at this painting method, it comes from the craftsman's technique of doing white work and paper work.
Putting the paper figure on her face, Sha Shasha laughed and jumped, and asked Bai Wuchang quickly: "When did you keep up?"
Without answering her question, Bai Wuchang slowly approached the Holy White Dragon Saint Ancestor, probed his gall meridian acupoint with two fingers, turned back to Sha Shasha and smiled: "It is more difficult for you to let the liar tell the truth than for the dumb person to sing, and there are some things that are easier to turn over by yourself." β
Pouting at him, Sashasha took these paper heads to show the snake king's daughter again, picked a beautiful one, and put it on the snake king's daughter's face.
Laughing and laughing.
I almost forgot that there were a bunch of kowtowers locked up in the courtyard.
He rubbed several acupoints of the Holy White Dragon Taizu, smoothed out his breath, and helped him return to the Yang Realm.
With a sad sigh, the soul of the Holy White Dragon Taizu swam around the ghost world and woke up again.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the face of a middle-aged man, and in addition to palpitations, he also said that it was his minister who rescued him from the little girl, and put on a majestic appearance: "Liannian You have made meritorious contributions to saving the driver, and you are now named the second-grade longevity prince, thank you." β
Stealing a smile, he frowned and asked the Holy White Dragon Taizu: "Just casually seal a little girl I don't know as a beautiful king, I saved your life, and I got a second grade?"
He shook his head at him, his eyes were cold, and said, "You deserve to die like this." β
Folded his fingers, flicked his head, and shot the newly alive Saint White Dragon Taizu to death.
Picking up his body and throwing it in the middle of the courtyard, Bai Wuchang pointed at the soldier who was almost scared to death: "This is your family's immortal ancestor, you can all see it clearly." β
He took out a few paper bags from his arms and threw them on the ground again.
The paper packet cracked, scattering dried fruit like almonds.
There was a farmer who had collected medicine among the soldiers, and he immediately lost his voice: "Yizhiren!"
Boiling this herb in water has a refreshing effect.
It's no wonder that drinking holy water every day can save you an hour or two of sleep.
It is a medicine that is three points poisonous, and no matter how good it is, it will damage the vitality if you use it too much.
The nine heads are paper work, and the holy water is the nootropic soup.
It's so simple, but you can cheat people out of money and be supported by others.
The gate of the village slowly opened, and the soldiers didn't dare to ask Bai Wuchang and these two girls more, only that they were officials sent by the imperial court to rebellious, and they were afraid that they would ask about their sins again, so they fled one after another.
A farce, that's how it ended.
Seeing that the soldiers had fled away, Bai Wuchang asked Shashasha with a smile: "Holy Caifeng Taizu, if we don't go back, our carriage may really be lost." β
If you lose the carriage, you have to count on it to travel comfortably.
As he took a step, he suddenly thought of something, and asked in a cold voice, "What about him?"
"Who?"
He asked knowingly.
Biting his lip, he was still cold: "Iceman." β
With a long sigh, Bai Wuchang looked back on the previous situation: "Back in the desert, I forgot the last time you called him Iceman." β
Answer it, and if you don't answer it, you will talk so much nonsense.
Ignoring him, he took the daughter of the snake king and walked out of the courtyard.
He pointed to the corpse of the Holy White Dragon Taizu lying in the middle of the courtyard with a feather fan, and replied to Shashasha with a smile: "The rest of the Holy White Dragon Taizu is not over, he likes to use the divine spirit to tell stories, and later maybe he will really be called by the divine spirit." β
After answering such an inexplicable and wonderful sentence, Bai Wuchang was discharged from the hospital casually.
As soon as I walked out of the courtyard gate, the gate closed itself.
Looking back, a snowstorm fell above the yard.
In the middle of the blizzard, a dark shadow fluttered down.
Shashasa suddenly felt a little sympathetic to this stupid Saint White Dragon Taizu.
The Iceman personally "took care" of him, and it was enough for him to stand it.
The grass outside the courtyard is green and sunny, and the courtyard is covered with ice and snow.
Life and death are two yangs.
The cold iron chain whipped into the chest of the Holy White Dragon Taizu.
A shot of residual blood accumulated in his chest.
After the blood spurted out, poor Taizu returned to yang again.
When I opened my eyes for the second time, I saw a pale young man, as handsome as a celestial.
Don't dare to put the emperor's shelf anymore, the Holy White Dragon Taizu wiped his tears, only to find that he had frozen into ice.
Trembling slightly, he knelt on the ground, waiting for the boy to fall.
The young man's voice was even paler, whiter than the blizzard: "I'll give you a chance to live your life." β
It turns out that there is still a way to live. When he was rejoicing, he heard the young man's voice again: "As long as you sign a blood contract with the afterlife." β
Blood Pact in the Afterlife?
Saint White Dragon Taizu is just an ignorant god, how can he understand the rules of the underworld?
When his eyes were blank, the boy had already drawn a pattern on the snow with a rope chain.
Take a closer look at this pattern, long ears, long face, thick lips, four hooves......
Donkey!
"You don't deserve to be worshiped by a hundred people in this life, but you steal it, and you must be reborn as a donkey in the next life, and pull out a thousand mills. β
Donkey in the afterlife?
He is not dead in this life, but he knows the next life.
Will there be a trace of happiness in the rest of his life?
"If you sign, you can live, if you don't sign, you will die." β
Thinking about the rest of this life, living one more moment and earning a moment, the Holy White Dragon Taizu was ruthless: "I'll sign!"
A chain smashed his fleshy palms into mud, locked his arms, and placed the bloody palms on the donkey pattern.
The pact with the afterlife has been signed.
What awaits this god stick is the torment of this life and the torment of the afterlife.
This is the rule of the underworld, no matter how much you are revered in the yang world, no one can escape.
On the way back, there were only three people talking.
Seeing Shashasha's cheerful steps, knowing that she had just done something enjoyable, she was proud, and deliberately laughed at her: "You use spells on mortals in the human world, aren't you afraid that the demon fairy will trouble you?"
In this matter, he said before, when he deceived the tiger to turn his heels to earn melons.
Thinking about the poverty and whiteness when he first came out of the desert, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.
Enough memories were enough, and he glanced at him fiercely: "It's okay, even if the Demon Swinging Immortal finds it, isn't there still you?" You said, invite him to a glass of wine, and then go their separate ways." β
Haha laughed twice, heard her just mention the wine, and suddenly remembered something, suddenly nervous, and urged repeatedly: "Let's go quickly, the fruit wine is still in the carriage, don't let the thief pick it up!"
Before he finished speaking, he was already in front, walking like the wind, almost flying.