MTL - The Founder of Diabolism-Chapter 37 Grass 8th 5
Lan Jingyi took a look at the crack in the door and immediately blocked the door with his body. He said with a sigh of relief: "Good, good, so much!"
Wei Wuwei said: "Is it a corpse? How much?"
Lan Jingyi said: "There must be a hundred, I don't know, but the whole street is, and more and more! I think the two paper people can't hold it!"
If a pair of paper-keepers who are guarding the door can't keep it, the corpses on the entire street outside the door will flood into the store. Hey, the corpse poison powder, and struggling to kill, the toxins will run away very quickly; if you don't, you will be bitten to death. Hyosung dust holds the sword and wants to push the door out. It is probably a moment of resistance to resisting for a while, but the cheeks are filled with a layer of purple gas, and they fall to the ground. Wei Wuwei said: "You sit with peace of mind. It will be solved soon."
He then slashed his right index finger on the sword of Lan Jingyi, and the blood drops drooped. Lan Jingyi said: "Do you want to use the eye-catching technique? Every paper person clicks twice and clicks on you. How much blood does it flow?"
Wei Wuwei said: "Is there a blank sign?"
The children of this family are still young, and they have not yet reached the heat that can be used immediately. Therefore, all the ones that have been prepared are the ones that have been drawn. Lan Si chased his head and said: "No." Wei Wuyi said: "It's OK to draw." Lan Si chased out a stack of yellow characters in the Qiankun bag.
Wei Wuzhen only took one, roughly glanced at it, and took the right index finger and middle finger. In the cinnabar-painted road, the dragon and the phoenix danced from the top to the end. The red blood and the red cinnabar synthesized a new rune. He picked up this new symbol with his right hand and two fingers, and lifted it to the front, his wrist turned, and the yellow red character ignited in the air. Wei Wuzhen stretched out his left hand and caught the ash that fell after burning. He folded the five fingers and lowered his head slightly. When he opened it, he gently blew the black ashes in the palm of his hand to the row of papers. "Wild fire, in spring."
It is a gray face.
A man in the forefront, suddenly put his chopper lying on his feet on his shoulders.
Beside him, a tall, paper-wrapped, beautiful paper beauty slowly lifted his right hand, and the slender and slender fingers turned around flexibly. It seemed to be a lazy lady who inadvertently admired his long scarlet-coated nails. . At the foot of the beautiful woman stood two golden boys and girls, Jin Tong naughtyly licked the jade girl's nephew, the jade girl vomited and spit out his tongue, a nearly nine-inch long tongue stunned out from her small mouth, the viper was generally in the boy On the chest, a big hole was poked, and then it was retracted, poisonous and embarrassing. Jin Tong opened his mouth and revealed two white teeth of Sensen, biting on her arm. The two paper people and children actually started to fight up.
Twenty or thirty paper people, one by one, began to shake east and west, as if they were active. While swaying, they whispered to each other, and the sound of the cymbals undulating. Not a living person, better than a living person.
Wei Wuzhen staggered his body and let the direction of the door make an invitation.
The wooden door slammed open again, and the sweet and rot of the venom powder was poured in, and everyone immediately covered their sleeves and blocked them. The Yin Li screamed and rushed out, and the remaining paper people sneaked out. The wooden door was closed again behind the last paper person. Wei Wuwei said: "No one **** in?"
Everyone said that they had just paid attention, no. Wei Wuzhen raised Xiaoxing Dust and dragged a low couch so that he did not have to sit on the cold and dusty ground. Hyosung Dust still clung to his Frost Huajian and said: "Do you use the finishing touch?"
Wei Wuwei said: "Roughly understand." I can't say that the eye-catching technique is his spread. Hyosung Dust smashed and said: "Well... it is the best way to kill these corpses."
After a moment, he said: "However, to practice this road, it is very easy to suffer from the evil spirits of the devils and ghosts. Even the Yiling ancestor Wei Wuzhen, who is the ancestor of the mountain, can not be spared." Authentic: "You don't think about whether your road is correct in the future."
Most of the famous monks will stand out in a clear-cut manner and draw boundaries to show that they do not share the same with someone. His little teacher and uncle can still warmly admire, it is rare. Generally, only young children who are not deeply involved in the world are curious about these tricks and sorrows more than disgust. In addition to Jin Ling, whose face has always been difficult to see, other family members are crowded in front of the door to watch the battle. He said: "Hey... the female man’s nails are so horrible, it’s five gullies for her.” “Why is the little girl’s tongue so long and so hard? Is she a hanged ghost?” “Men’s strength is good. Big! Actually, I can lift so many corpses at once, he has to fall to the ground! Look! Look down! Cracked!"
Wei Wuzhen took the last bowl of glutinous rice porridge that had not been finished on the table. He said: "You have been poisoned. There are bowls here. You may be able to give you a lighter, or you may not use anything, and it is very unpalatable. You Do you want to try it. If you don't want to live, you can count it."
Hyosung Dust: "Of course I want to live. Can live or try to live." He took the bowl with his hands and took a sip, his mouth twitched and he slammed tightly before he spit. For a long while, he said politely: "Thank you."
Wei Wuzhen turned his head and said: "Is there no? See no? What do people say? You are squeamish, eat my porridge, and complain a lot."
Jin Lingdao: "Is that you cooked? You have to add a bunch of strange things to the pot, what are you doing?"
Hyosung Dust: "But I just thought about it. If I want to eat this every day, I choose to die."
Jin Ling sneered out loudly and mercilessly, and even Lan Si couldn’t hold back, and he slammed it. Wei Wuyi looked at them silently, and Lan Si pursued the right color. At this time, Lan Jingyi said: "Okay, it’s all killed. Let's win!"
Hyosung is busy: "Don't open the door first. Don't slack off. It will definitely come again."
Wei Wuzhen was close to the wooden door and looked out from the crack in the door. Just after a non-human killing, the streets were filled with thin white mist and purple dust. The corpse powder is gradually dissipating. The group of paper people walked slowly on the streets to patrol the streets, and when they met the corpses, they stepped on them and stepped on them until they were completely rotten.
Other than that, the silence is silent. There are no new corpses arriving yet.
At this time, there was a very light and extremely light change in the head of Wei Wuzhen.
This sound is too difficult to detect. It seems that some people are moving fast on the tiles, but this person's body is unusually light and strange, and the foot sound is close to nothing. However, Wei Wu's five senses are sensitive, which captures the subtle collision between the tiles. Even more ignorant of the stardust, he reminded: "Top!"
Wei Wuxi shouted: "Distribute!"
The voice just fell, the roof above the hall broke a big hole, broken tiles, ash, grass leaves fell like rain. Fortunately, many teenagers have spread out agilely, and these things have not come to people. A black figure fell from the rupture above the roof.
This man has a black robe, tall figure, straight waist, and like a pine. Backed in the dust, holding a long sword, face Qing Jun, slightly overhead, a very lonely description.
However, there is no scorpion in his eyes, it is also a dead white.
A corpse.
The people have just confirmed this in their minds, only to see him stabbing.
He stabbed Jin Ling, who was closest to him. Jin Lingge’s sword resisted, only the strength of the sword was enormous, and his arm was numb. A sword is not a sword, and it is a sword. Coherence is like a flowing stream of water. In a hurry, Hyosung’s sword came out for him, and it might be that the corpse was rushing. He barely took out the sword, but he did not move.
Lan Jingyi said: "Is he dead or alive?! I have never seen this before..."
The action is so agile, the sword is so exquisite!
He did not finish the second half of the sentence, not because of the difficulty of this evaluation, but because he remembered that he had seen it.
Isn’t the ghost general like this?
Wei Wuzhen stared at the Taoist man, and his thoughts turned sharply: "Is it possible to smelt such a murderer besides me?" He pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, and it was a long, screaming long tone. The other people who were stabbed in the field were holding their ears. The Taoist man heard the sound of the flute, his body swayed, and the hand holding the sword could not stop shaking, and eventually it was a sword stabbing!
Uncontrollable. This murderer does have the Lord!
Wei Wuzhen mistakenly avoided the wind-thunder-like sword, and in the process of turning around, he quietly blew another tone. Swearing, the paper people who patrolled outside jumped onto the roof and jumped from the hole. The murderer of the man was aware that there was a similar approach, and the right hand brushed the two swords back, and the two paper people were turned from the beginning to the bottom. The left hand draws out the dust, and the soft white silk seems to be turned into a steel whip stinger. Wei Wuxi took the time to take the air: "Don't come over, stay in the corner!" After the continuation of the whistle, the flute sounds sometimes scornful, sometimes high and angry. Although the people used both hands, the fierceness was extremely extreme, but there were always paper people falling from the top and attacking him. He hit the other side and killed the front. Suddenly, a man was dropped from the sky and hit him. He stepped on his shoulder and pressed him to the ground.
Then, three more yells jumped from the hole and slammed on him one by one. The Yin Lishi is said to be infinitely powerful. When the craftsmen tied them, they would add something to them to gain weight. After being called by the ghosts and ghosts, they were even more dead and dead. The next one is like the top of Mount Tai. It’s amazing to have smashed the viscera in one breath. The murderer in the robe was severely pressed by the four yinshi, and he could not move.
Wei Wuzhen walked over and found that there was a broken fabric behind him. He looked at it and saw a wound near his left shoulder blade. He was thin and narrow. He said, "Turn it over."
The four Yin Li Shi turned the man over and turned his face to the sky for his convenience. Wei Wuzhen stretched out the fingers that had cut the wound, and wiped them one by one at the lips, indicating reward. The Yinli people stretched out the paper tongue, slowly and cherished the blood on the mouth, and seemed to eat with gusto. Wei Wuzhen only bowed his head and continued to check. The Taoist had the same damage to the left chest near the heart, the same narrow wound. It seems to be killed by a sword.
This murderer has been struggling, with a low roar in his throat, and his mouth is dark and blood is flowing down. Wei Wuzhen pinched his cheek and forced him to open his mouth. Looking inside, his tongue was even uprooted.
Blind eyes, pull out the tongue. Blind eyes, pull out the tongue.
Why do these two features appear so frequently?
Wei Wuzhen looked at him and thought that this appearance was very similar to that of Wenning when he was controlled by black nails. He moved his heart and reached out to explore his temple. It really made him touch two small metal points!
This black nail is used to control high-level murders, which make them lose their mental and self-reflective ability. Wei Wuzhen did not understand the identity of the corpse and was a man. He could not rush to pull the nails and temporarily stopped. He felt that it was necessary to interrogate it. But since the tongue has been pulled out, this murderous body is so awake and can't speak. He asked the juniors of the Blue House: "Which of you have repaired the spirit?"
Lan Si chased: "I. I have repaired."
Wei Wuwei said: "Is there a piano?"
Lan Si chased: "Take it." From the Qiankun bag, he took out a simple, wood-colored guqin. Wei Wuzhen looked at this piano and seemed to be very new. He said: "How is your piano language repaired? Has it actually been combated? Will the spirit of the invitation lie?"
Lan Jingyi interjected: "It’s okay to say that the lyrics of the mind are covered by Guangjun."
Blue forgets to say "yes can be", then it must be okay, not exaggerated, nor will it be degraded, Wei Wuyi let go. Lan Si chased: "Huan Guangjun said, let me repair and not repair more, please come to the spirit can choose not to answer, but must not lie. So as long as it is willing to answer, then it must be true."
Wei Wuwei said: "Get started."
Guqin crossed the head of the Taoist, Lansi sat on the ground, and the hem was neatly laid out, and two sounds were tried. Wei Wudao said: "The first question, ask who he is."
Lan Si chased after thinking, meditation, this dare to start popping up a sentence, let go.
For a long while, the strings vibrated and popped up with two sounds like a crack in the stone. Lan Si has a big eye. Lan Jingyi urged: "What did he say?"
Lan Si chased the whisper: "Song Wei!"
... Xiaoxing Chen, who knows how to make friends, Song Hao? !
Everyone looked at Xiaoxing Dust, who fell to the coma, and Lan Si chased: "I don't know if he knows, it is Song Yu..."
Jin Ling also lowered his voice: "Most of them don't know. He is a blind man, Song Yi is a dumb, and he has become a murderer with no reason to speak. I don't know the best."
Wei Wuwei said: "The second question, ask him, for whom to kill."
Lan Si chased a serious sentence.
This time, the time of silence is three times that of the last time.
They all thought that when Song Yu’s soul was unwilling to answer this question, the strings trembled and screamed three times.
Lan Si chased it out: "Impossible!"
Wei Wuwei said: "What did he say?"
Lan Si chased his face with incredulity and said: "He said... Xiaoxing Dust."
Killing the Songs is the stardust? !
They only asked two questions in total, knowing that the answer to one question is more shocking than one. Jin Ling suspected: "You have made a mistake."
Lan Si chased: "But the two questions of 'Ai Nai Ren' and 'Who Kills' are the two simplest and most frequently asked questions in "The Spirit". Everyone starts to practice. "Ask the Spirit", the first and second sentences of the study are them, the number of exercises is not more than ten million times, I have repeatedly confirmed that there has never been a mistake."
Jin Lingdao: "Either your "Question" is wrong, or your piano is wrong."
Lan Si chased his head and said: "If it is impossible to make a mistake, it is even more impossible to solve the mistake. The three words and names of 'Xing Xing Chen' are not common in Ling Ling's answer. If he answers yes The name, and I got it wrong, it is impossible to just be the name."
Lan Jingyi murmured: "If this is true... then how many of the ones we heard are true... Song Wei went to find the missing Xiaoxing dust, and Xiaoxingchen killed him... Why is he? Want to kill your good friend? He is not like this person?"
Wei Wuwei said: "Don't worry about this, think about it, ask the third question: Who is controlling it?"
Many eyes were staring at the strings, waiting for Song's answer.
Lan Si chased a word and explained: "Er, wait, body, back, and people."
The people jerked back. I saw that Hyosung Dust, who had fainted on the ground, had already sat up, holding one hand and screaming at them, raising his left hand with black gloves and making a snap.
The crisp sound came to the Song Hao ear on the ground, as if suddenly it was exploding in his ear, and Song Yu suddenly pressed the four yin men who were holding him firmly out!
He jumped up and once again abandoned the sword and the dust, and used the left and right hands together, twisting and twisting the four Yin Lishi, and twisting them into colorful pieces of shredded paper. The long sword is against the neck of Wei Wuzhen, and the dust is threatening to target the children of the family.
In this square of the store, the wind and the sky are suddenly changing.
Jin Ling put his hand on the sword. Wei Wuxi squinted and said: "Don't move, don't add chaos. Compared with the sword, the people here are not the opponents of Song Yu."
His physical strength is low, and the sword is not around. What's more, there is a stardust.
Hyosung Dust: "Adults talk to adults, kids go out."
He compared Song Song with a gesture, and Song Yu silently listened to the drive of this group of children. Wei Wuwei said: "Go out first. You can't help here too. The corpse powder outside should be sunk, go out and don't run around and stir up the dust, slow down the breath."
Jin Ling heard that "it can't help too much here," and he is not convinced, but also annoyed, and gambled out first. Lan Si pursues his words and ends. Wei Wuwei said: "Thinking, you are the most sensible, take them. Can you do it?"
Lan Si chased nod. Wei Wuwei said: "Don't be afraid."
Lan Si chased: "Not afraid."
"Really?"
"Really." Lan Si chasing even smiled: "Predecessors and Han Guangjun really like."
Wei Wuqi said: "Like? Where are we like?" The difference between the two, the two people in the south. Lan Si couldn't answer, and the rest of the people went out.
He silently said: "I don't know, but it feels like it. It seems that as long as there is any one of these two seniors, you don't have to worry about anything."
Xiaoxing Chen did not know where to find a red Xiaodan pill to eat, said: "It is really touching."
After he ate it, the purple anger on his face quickly subsided. Wei Wu said: "Kung poisoning?"
Hyosung Dust: "Not bad. It's much more effective than your bowl of terrible porridge, right? And it's sweet."
Wei Wuwei said: "Your drama is really too big. From the outside, the courage to kill the body, to spare no effort, and then to stop the sword for Jinling, lost consciousness, are all shown to us?"
Hyosung dust raised a finger and shook it in front of him. He said, "I didn't show it to you, but I showed it to you. I haven't seen it for a long time. .
"I guess, you haven't told anyone who you are? So I didn't dismantle you, let them go out, we closed the door and talked privately. How, is it very intimate?"
Wei Wuwei said: "The corpses in the righteous city are driven by you?"
Hyosung Dust: "Well. When you come in and blow up the flute, I think you are a little weird. So I will personally test it. Sure enough, the low-order technique of the eye-catching Can play such a powerful power, saying that you are not the founder? It seems to be telling a joke."
Wei Wuwei said: "It’s really not a peer. So, you took this bunch of children as hostages. What exactly do you want me to do?"
Xiaoxing Chen laughed and said: "I want to let the seniors help you a little. Little busy."
His mother's younger brother actually called his predecessor, this generation can be too chaotic. Wei Wuzhen was in the middle of his heart, only to see Xiaoxing Dust took out a lock capsule and put it on the table, saying: "Please."
Wei Wuzhen put his hand on the face of the lock, and put the pulse for a while. He said: "Which soul is broken? This way, the paste can't be glued up, leaving only a sigh of relief. ”
Hyosung Dust: "If the soul of this person is so easy to stick, then I ask you to help me?"
Wei Wuzhen took back his hand and said: "There is too little soul in this place. And this life should be greatly tortured before the life, the pain is extremely, it is likely to be suicide, and I don't want to go back to this world. You want me to mend this soul, but you must know that if a soul does not seek to save, then 90% can't be saved. If I don't guess wrong, this soul is forcibly stitched together, once the lock is left. The sac can be scattered at any time."
Hyosung Dust: "I don't care. If you don't help, you have to help. The predecessors don't forget, the group of children you brought are looking at you outside the door, waiting for you to take them out of danger."
The tone of his speech is very strange, it seems to be intimate, but also some sweet, but there is an unprovoked fierce. As if at the last moment, I was screaming at a senior with your brother, and you could turn your face to the next killer. Wei Wuxi smiled and said: "Well, you are also better than seeing it. Xue Yang, you are a rogue, why do you want to prescribe a Taoist?"
After a pause, "Xiaoxing Dust" raised his hand and took off the bandage on his eyes.
The bandages fell down, revealing a pair of bright, star-like, shining eyes.
Good eyes.
This is a young and flattering face, which can be said to be handsome, but a pair of tiger teeth exposed when laughing, but cute is almost childish, invisible hides the brutality and wildness of his eyes.
Xue Yang threw the bandage aside and said, "Oh, it was discovered by you."
Wei Wuwei said: "Deliberately pretend to be a painful fear, it is a conscience to take a look at your bandages. Deliberately revealing the frost, deliberately saying that it leaks. Not only will it use the bitterness, but also use people's compassion. If you don’t know what you shouldn’t know and you shouldn’t have too many things, I really believe that you are a stardust.”
Moreover, when asked about the Spirit, the two questions that Song Yu finally answered, the answer one is “Xiaoxing Dust” and the other is “After the person behind him”. If "the person behind him" is also Xiaoxingchen, there is no reason for Song Yu to change the way of expression.
Unless, "Xiaoxing Dust" and "After the People" are not the same person at all. Moreover, Song Wei wants to remind them that this person is very dangerous, but he directly answers Xue Yang, and they are afraid that they do not know Xue Yang and have to use this expression.
Xue Yang smiled and said: "Who makes him famous, my reputation is bad? Of course, if you want to pretend to be him, it is easier to gain the trust of others."
Wei Wuzheng said: "The performance is superb."
Xue Yangdao: "Where is it. I have a very famous friend, that is called acting skills. I am not as good as myself. Well, nonsense, Wei predecessors, this busy you can not help."
Wei Wuwei said: "You are smart, not under me. Do you control Song Fei and Wen Ning's black spikes? You can restore one, repair a soul, and why I need help."
Xue Yangdao: "This is not the same. You are the founder. If you don't make the first half of the yin, I can't make the latter half. You are certainly better than me. So I can't do it, you must can do."
I really don't understand why people who don't know have a kind of inexplicable confidence in place of him. Wei Wuwei said: "You are modest."
Xue Yangdao: "This is not modesty. This is a fact. I never like to talk about it. If I say that I want to kill a whole family, then it must be the whole family. Even the dog will not leave him."
Wei Wuzhen just wanted to open his mouth and asked: "For example, Changyang Chang?" At this moment, the door was slammed open and a black figure flew in.
Wei Wuzhen and Xue Yang retired at the same time and left the square table. Xue Yang also quickly took away the lock capsule. Song Hao gently lifted the hand on the table, turned up in the air, fell on the table, turned away the force, then suddenly looked up, looked at the door, and the black blood rose to his cheek.
Wenning dragged an iron chain, smashing a white mist and black wind, sinking into the door.
As early as when Wei Wuzhen had blown the first flute, he had already issued an order to summon Wenning. Wei Wuzhen said to him: "Go out and fight, don't break it. Look at the living, don't let other corpses come close."
Wen Ning raised his right hand, and a chain of chains smashed over. Song Song held up the dust and greeted each other, and the two objects collided and twisted together. Wenning dragged the chain back and Song Yi did not let go, so he was dragged out of the door. The children of the family have hid in another shop by the side of the house, and they stretched their necks to see their eyes. Dust, iron rope, long sword, jingle, sparks. I only feel that these two murderous bodies are really fierce, and they are so hot and squeaky, and they are punched and fleshed. If two of them are playing like this, they have already lost their arms and legs, and their brains burst!
Wei Wuwei said: "You guess, Wen Ning and Song Yu hit, who will win?"
Xue Yangdao: "Which is worth guessing? It must be a ghost general to win. Unfortunately, I nailed him so many stabbing nails, he still refused to obey. Some things are too confessing to the Lord, and it is very headache."
Wei Wuzhen is not salty and not rude: "Wenning is not something."
Xue Yang haha smiled: "You didn't find any ambiguity?" When he said "Yes", he suddenly pulled the sword. Wei Wuzhen jumped away and said: "Do you often kill people when you say this half?"
Xue Yang said with amazement: "Of course. I am a hooligan? You don't know it. I don't want to kill you, just want you to move, let me go back and slowly help me repair this soul." After the second time, he was a sword. Wei Wuzhen avoided and avoided in the debris of the paper people in the land, and said: "This little hooligan is really good."
Seeing that Xue Yang is getting faster and faster, the place where the thorns are getting more and more sinister, he can't help but say: "Do you bully me with this physical power?"
Xue Yangdao: "Rogue. True."
Wei Wuzhen finally met a shameless face than him. He also laughed back and said: "It is better to offend a good man, not to offend. It is you. Don't fight with you, change someone."
Xue Yang smiled and said: "Who is it? Who is the light-filled king? I sent more than 300 dead bodies to cover him, he..."
The voice did not fall, a white coat descended from the sky, avoiding the cold and clear blue light, facing him.
