Infinite Script Killing

The noodle shop owner's expectations were ultimately dashed.

After everyone watched the two finish four large bowls of stew and eight large steamed buns, the two looked at each other and smiled, patting their bellies and exclaiming with joy.

How can you not be happy? Just watching these two people eating made the diners around them happy. They felt that today's noodles and stew were particularly delicious.

When the two walked out of the hotel, the two hotel owners were worried that they would die on the street before they could walk a few steps.

Fortunately, these two are not ordinary people. They only have enough food to eat, so they can just walk around casually.

"Little brother, if I were twenty years younger, this little food wouldn't be enough for me, hiccup!!"

After saying this, the old man couldn't help but burp, and rubbed his round belly with his hand, thinking that he had saved money for dinner today.

"Hey, where are we now? I'll take you to drink soup another day. That's the best part of it."

Xu Tong said disapprovingly.

The old man was also happy. It was rare to meet such a man who could eat. He was very happy. He immediately nodded and agreed. After the two agreed to meet outside the Drum Tower tomorrow night, they didn't talk much, turned around and said goodbye. .

Before leaving, the old man didn't forget to ask: "Hey, what's your name?"

"Zhao Jian!" After Xu Tong said that, he got into the crowd and disappeared from sight after a while.

"Zhao Jian~"

The old man frowned and thought for a moment: "It can't be such a coincidence."

He was thinking about it when he suddenly noticed something. When he turned around, he saw an old man in a coat squatting at the corner of the wall. When the old man saw him sweeping towards him, he raised his head and grinned, showing his big yellow teeth: "It's fate, but it's destined to be yours." Tell me, Master Shu!"

Shu Mingqing frowned when he heard this, with no trace of disgust on his face. He symbolically cupped his hands towards the old man and said, "I haven't heard this. I only heard that people of different opinions do not agree with each other. Farewell!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, the old man's face darkened. He had been running rampant in the Northeast for so many years, and he had never seen anyone dare to show off his face like this. A flash of green light flashed in his eyes, and a fox vaguely appeared in the old man's eyes.

But before he could make a move, Shu Mingqing's ears twitched slightly, and the disgusted look on his face became even more gloomy: "Seeking death!"

After the words fell, no one turned around and stopped. They just walked forward, and just lightly swept their big sleeves towards the old man.

"you!!"

The old man opened his mouth and stared blankly at the green figure in the tree. After a while, a white light that was difficult for ordinary people to detect flew from the old man's body and turned into a fox in mid-air.

The fox was covered in snow-like white fur and had three tails. At this time, it landed on the roof of a nearby building, but no one noticed it, as if it didn't exist.

She glanced back at her tail, then at the old man sitting on the ground, whined in her mouth, turned around, and quickly ran away on the roof.

For a moment, people were passing by on the street, but no one noticed the sloppy old man sitting in the corner.

After all, I don’t know what’s going on in L City lately. Street performers, acrobats, roadside beggars, and antique resellers are all much more lively than usual. No one will pay attention to the sloppy old man sitting on the street.

Until an old lady who was passing by walked by him and accidentally tripped on the old man's foot and almost twisted her foot. When she looked back, she saw the old man staring at him with wide eyes.

"Hey, what are you looking at? You almost tripped me. You are sitting here waiting to die. If you want to die, get away."

The aunt was not good at scolding. She was even familiar with the art of war and knew the advantage of being first. She started to curse as soon as she opened her mouth. She just cursed loudly. When she saw the old man staring at her with straight eyes, her heart skipped a beat and she thought to herself. I'm afraid I might have met a gangster.

Just when I was thinking about the recent talk on the radio about someone who has a change of heart and likes to show off his bird for everyone to watch, a cool breeze suddenly blew over.

Just as I was thinking about it, a cool breeze blew over from nowhere.

When the cool breeze blew, the old man did not reveal his sparrow, but the big head rolled from his neck to the ground. With a "Puff!", a fountain of blood appeared on the street.

I saw the huge head rolling down and rolling under the aunt's skirt. It was still facing up with eyes wide open and mouth open.

The aunt's body stiffened, the blood all over her body ran cold, her legs spread out tremblingly, her scalp felt numb, and she lost control of her urination and defecation.

Suddenly that scene... eh... I'm not even allowed to write about it from the starting point.

"Dead man!"

I don’t know which evil person is shouting, but when you listen to his voice, you feel that this guy is afraid of chaos in the world.

Now the street is going crazy. When they heard that someone was dead, everyone became very enthusiastic and rushed to see it. Those with poor psychological quality would vomit after just one look. Those who were better squinted to see, and then covered their faces with their hands. , looking through the gaps between fingers.

The better thing is to look at it with eyes wide open and say: "Whose family is so unlucky? You have to look at the bottom of someone's skirt until you die. It's so cool to be a ghost under the peonies."

As for the applause on the side, it was the idiot from the next street.

At this time, Xu Tong had already walked back from the other end of the street with a spiritual tablet in his arms. He glanced at the crowd of people watching from a distance. He wanted to get closer and have a look, but when he heard that it was a dead person, he immediately lost interest.

People die every day, so what’s so strange about dead people.

When he returned to Shangqing Palace, he took a look and found that Ci Min had gone somewhere.

The big white mouse came back at some point. He was sitting on a chair nearby, holding a piece of beef jerky in his hands. He didn't know how the taste of the beef jerky compared with the taste of the monk, but it looked like he was chewing it with relish. Xu Tong felt that the monk's meat might not be as delicious as this beef jerky.

Xu Tong ignored the white mouse and strode into the main hall. He saw that the old man had prepared the incense altar.

Seeing Xu Tong coming back with the token, he took the spiritual tablet over.

Xu Tong walked up to the master and took a look. He saw the master holding a writing brush, tapping the cinnabar on the side, and gave him a sideways look: "nickname."

Xu Tong was startled, but without much thought he opened his mouth and said, "Tong Yan Wuji!"

The master was stunned for a moment, and almost broke the brush in his hand. He looked at his disciple with a strange face. He had never heard of any child using four characters as a nickname.

Xu Tong stood aside and grinned. It was really not his fault.

I grew up in a lunatic asylum since I was a child. I don’t know who my parents are, and they don’t have any names at all.

Later, when I was typing down the notes, I didn't know that the old monster had given himself a nickname, Wuji, Wuji. Later, when he shouted, it became Tong Yan Wuji.

Later, he wanted to change it, but the old monster wouldn't let him change it, saying that this nickname was the best match for his horoscope.

The old monster also often said that he just didn't choose his nickname well, and that's why he ended up like this.

As for the origin of this old monster, Xu Tong didn't know. In his impression, when he was three years old, this guy suddenly went crazy and punctured his throat tube with a chopstick. The doctor had no time to save him, and he died. Gone.

From then on, his nickname was Tong Yan Wuji, and few people knew about it.

Because the old monster doesn't allow him to talk nonsense.

Later, after following Mr. Song, I learned from books that nicknames should not be spoken randomly. This thing is just like your pigtails. It is the most taboo. If it falls into the hands of some strangers with ulterior motives, they will refer to it. Maybe it will kill you in the middle of the night.

But since it was his master who asked him about it, Xu Tong certainly wouldn't hide it.

Fortunately, the master was already accustomed to this disciple with a strange brain. After confirming it and getting Xu Tong's approval, he took a pen and wrote the words "Tong Yan Wuji" on the spiritual tablet.

Although the name was a bit long, it didn't stop Master's handwriting from flying and dancing. Xu Tong looked at it for a long time and didn't recognize a single word.

"Master, what kind of calligraphy is this? Why don't I recognize any of it? What kind of calligraphy is this?"

Xu Tong's advantage is that if you don't understand, just ask, there's no shame in it.

Xue Gui never had a good attitude towards the strangers outside, but he was extremely patient with his disciple.

On the one hand, he is really old and has lived in vain.

After seeing the vicissitudes of life, I already have a mentality that I want to pass on.

On the other hand, in this era, it is difficult to even find a disciple, let alone a disciple. It is rare to find such a good disciple, so why would Xue Gui be impatient.

And the most important thing is that this disciple is willing to take out something like Huangquan Biluo Dan. This sincerity has already made Xue Gui regard him as his own.

He picked up the spiritual tablet and blew the wet writing on it gently, then placed the spiritual tablet on the altar table and said: "This is inscriptions, written specifically for the dead. This thing has been around since the Tang Dynasty. It is said that it came from the Western Regions." Yes, but not many people in my generation understand it.”

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to remind him: "The mold in your hand has such writing, so if you want to complete it, you must find a carpenter who understands inscriptions. That's why no one can repair that thing right now." .”

Xue Gui spread his hands helplessly. He was very knowledgeable and proficient in yin and yang. He had unique views even in the classics of the three religions. But the problem was that he really didn't understand the carpentry industry.

Besides, he didn't know what insinuations were written on the missing part, so trying to repair it rashly would only be self-defeating.

As he spoke, Xu Tong watched his master light three sticks of yellow incense and put them in front of his spiritual tablet.

Before Xu Tong could understand what the master meant by offering incense to him so early, he heard the master say in his ears: "Leave on the yellow incense later, and come back before the yellow incense disappears."

As soon as the master said these words, he put his palm on the back of his head and patted him gently. Xu Tong's eyes instantly turned black and he fell to the ground with a clang.

The big white mouse hiding behind the door poked his head out and saw Xu Tongren lying on the ground. He was no longer breathing. He was actually dead! !