My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

boom!

Broken windows.

Zong Tai came out through the window, holding the broken sawdust.

In mid-air, the soul is fixed on the ground.

Zong Tai twisted his waist instantly and turned around in the air.

puff!

His feet were like iron nails, digging into the soil at once.

boom!

The hard ground is rammed, like a smashed shortbread, and the mud splashes.

Zong Tai stared at the figure behind him, holding a short sword and with long hair and a shawl.

broken! I got the wrong guy!

"Friend, don't do it first, this is a misunderstanding!" Zong Tai said quickly.

Chen Mu frowned.

librarian? Misunderstand?

I haven't happened yet? !

fortunately!

Flick this person away first, but he can't compromise so quickly. Chen Mu pretended to be gloomy: "You don't look like a misunderstanding!"

Zong Tai let out a long sigh, and if he replied, he could still talk.

"What a misunderstanding!"

"I still have two drops of Zhaodianhong on me. It's my apology, how about that?"

"My friend, you may not know that Zhao Dianhong is the essence of Dragon Transformation Pill, one drop is comparable to thirty Dragon Transformation Pills!"

According to the palace red? Chen Mu raised his brows, pretending to be hesitant, and then said greedily, "Not enough!"

"I still have three thousand taels of silver notes on me. If you are not satisfied, I will go back and get them for you." Zong Tai said quickly.

"Forget it, that's it!" Chen Mu pretended to be reluctant.

"Thank you friend for your understanding!" Zong Tai let out a long breath and slowly straightened his waist.

He raised his hand to signal Chen Mu to be safe, and then slowly took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, and immediately threw it to Chen Mu.

"Friend, pick it up."

Chen Mu couldn't help staring at the porcelain vase, where is Zhaodianhong in it? He has never seen Zhao Dianhong in full condition.

woo...

A low sound of breaking wind suddenly entered his ears.

The fixed soul pile was wrapped in the strong wind and smashed hard at Chen Mu's head.

Zongtai was in the air and couldn't help grinning.

Are there such innocent people on the rivers and lakes? !

Stop making peace?

"what!"

Ding Soul Pile came first, and appeared on top of Chen Mu's head almost instantly.

Between the electric light and flint, the space seems to freeze.

In this frozen space, Chen Mu slowly raised his head and looked at Zong Tai indifferently.

Then he took a slight step back.

The fixed soul pile rubbed the tip of Chen Mu's nose and fell.

laugh!

The strong wind swept through, and a small wound opened on the nose.

"What a disappointing world."

"The most basic trust between people has disappeared."

Chen Mu clenched his left hand with a lonely face, and quietly put away the iron lotus seed that was almost knocked out just now.

"I really want to reconcile with the world. Really!"

"But the world always gives me malice!"

The expression on Chen Mu's face turned hideous.

"I can only use evil to defeat evil!"

hum!

Fishnet-like force quickly emerged from his right arm.

The powerful power endowed by the six training techniques emerges.

The muscles under the skin suddenly undulated and expanded like a dragon.

In the blink of an eye, his right arm swelled in a circle!

laugh!

A plume of hot white smoke rose from the right arm.

The next moment, the strength of the thighs and soles of the feet emerged.

Huge explosive force spewed out of both legs without reservation.

boom!

As soon as Zong Tai landed, Chen Mu smashed through the air and appeared in front of him like a teleportation.

Bowing down, from bottom to top, the sword in his sleeve stabbed at Zong Tai's heart.

"A small broken sword still wants to kill me?!" Zong Tai couldn't stop smiling, staring at Chen Mu contemptuously.

"Secret Art Shield!"

He gathered all his strength to his chest.

"Haha! It's useless, it's useless..."

"Sleeve Sword · Cloud Piercing!"

The gray short sword was alive, twisting and trembling.

squeak……

It was as if a knife had been stabbed into a soda can, causing a sour voice to suddenly emerge.

puff!

A soft sound.

Chen Mu pulled away.

The smile on Zong Tai's face was too late to restrain. A pool of blood smeared on his chest. The black force faded like a tide.

He stared at Chen Mu in disbelief.

"How... how is it possible?!"

"No! I can't die here!"

He tried his best, and the figure suddenly bounced back.

The physical vitality of the Soul Master is terrifying. Even if the heart is punctured, as long as the bleeding is stopped and sutured, you can survive!

This is his life!

The veins on Zong Tai's neck burst out, and he raised his hand and shot a loud arrow.

The closest to here is Jia Laosan, just drag it to...

"Five ghosts move mountains!"

As soon as the sounding arrow took off, five groups of black smoke appeared on its only path.

With just a short chirp, the sound of the arrow was swallowed into the space of the five ghosts.

The billowing black smoke is like a predatory python, bending and compressing, and suddenly pops up!

Zong Tai, who jumped up the wall, was full of despair. Magic weapon? !

The next moment, black smoke rushed past, engulfing Zong Tai in an instant.

puff!

Drops of blood spilled, and Zong Tai disappeared completely.

...

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the white porcelain bottle shattered all over the place.

Chen Mu looked back, but couldn't see the slightest red liquid.

"Empty? Unfortunately..."

The black smoke rolled, and the black soul-fixing stake fell into his hands.

Chen Mu rubbed the pattern on it, then turned around and walked back to the room.

...

The inner city of Nanyang Mansion, the inner courtyard of the prefect yamen.

The main hall for the afternoon meeting has been rearranged.

Several long tables are placed side by side in the middle, and the tabletops are covered with delicious food and wine.

Chao Fang sat at the front, and the twelve brothers sat on both sides, each leaning against a long dark pole.

The brothers exchanged cups and drank happily.

Chao Fang stared at the first vacant seat on the left without saying a word.

As time passed, everyone found something was wrong.

"Why hasn't the second brother come yet?"

"Yeah, it is said that his soul-fixing stake is the closest, why..."

"It won't happen, right?" Jia Xiang's face couldn't help.

The second brother's luck has not been very good recently.

"Brother, I'll go take a look!" Jia Xiang suddenly stood up.

Chao Fang nodded gloomily.

Everyone put down their wine glasses and did not dare to say more, and the atmosphere was dull for a while.

A quarter of an hour later, Jia Xiang suddenly rushed into the room.

"Brother, things have been taken away, but... no one!"

Chao Fang's face changed suddenly.

He immediately took out a forearm-length bright yellow scroll from his arms.

The reel is neither paper nor silk, soft and tough.

Chao Fang yanked it away, a row of quail eggs the size of a row of quail eggs, with ancient handwriting imprinted into his eyes - Qianshan Jing·Fuyince.

After the title, there is a blank area, two palm-sized, symmetrically drawn around, with a border composed of straight lines, cloud patterns, and flame patterns.

Chao Fang quickly took out a white porcelain vase.

Unplug the stopper, pour the full bottle of Zhaodianhong into the empty space, and then quickly chant the incantation.

In just fifteen breaths, the walnut Dazhaodianhong boiled and rolled, seeping into the bright yellow cloth.

Thirteen spots quickly appeared in the blank space.

There is a black peanut in the middle, and eleven red soybeans are gathered next to it.

There is another isolated red dot, now slowly moving to the right.

Chao Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and then said gloomily: "Follow me! I want to see, the second child is going to Beishi right now, what does he want to do..."

click!

The porcelain bottle in Chao Fang's hand was suddenly crushed, and he stared at the bright yellow cloth with an extremely ugly expression.

I was still moving the red dot just now, but it's gone!

Soul-fixing stake...one less shot!

...

Beishi, a street of medicinal materials.

At the end of the street, there is a small pharmacy called Heshengtang.

In the dead of night, the apprentice in the front hall has returned home.

The backyard room was still brightly lit.

Jie Jia took a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the tables, chairs and benches.

Putting the freshly brewed tea at hand, Jie Jia solemnly took out a fist and a bulging cloth bag from his arms.

Gently untied the rope at the mouth of the bag, and poured out a pile of broken silver.

Then start rubbing silver beads one by one.

Rubbing and rubbing his hands, he couldn't help but continue rubbing as if nothing had happened, and then said lightly without raising his eyelids: "Come down by yourself, or I'll beat you down."

The roof tiles rattled softly.

Squeak.

The door opened, and Chen Mu walked into the room with a smile.

"I don't think you've had enough to eat in the afternoon, why don't you have supper on the hour?"

Jie Jiaming's yellow eyes rolled, staring at Chen Mu without speaking.

Chen Mu: "..."

"Then what, how about I stay with you for a while?"

"Who have you provoked again?!" Jie Jia's eyelids couldn't help but lift.

"I'm a good person, who can I provoke?" Chen Mu rolled his eyes.

Jie Jia stared at Chen Mu, his eyelids raised two points again: "Yes."

Chen Mu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Twenty-two...one day." Jie Jia stretched out two fingers.

"Why don't you rob!" This old boy took advantage of the fire to rob!

"How can you earn your money quickly by robbing." Jie Jia said slowly.

"Aren't you afraid that I will turn my head and leave?" Chen Mu was not convinced.

At this time, there was a sudden screeching of horses neighing outside the door.

The whistling sound was faintly visible, to the effect that he was looking for someone.

Chen Mu's face twitched.

Jie Jia smiled: "Hehe..."

Chen Mu: "..."