Chapter 375 Little Benefactor
Of course the old man wouldn't believe someone else's words and would curse the other person as a liar.
But who said this? It was Master Ci Xin’s fellow disciple!
Can you deceive him, little Taoist friend?
Definitely not!
The old man took the wire, looked at the black line wriggling under the skin of his arm, gripped the wire tightly, gritted his teeth and pushed it hard into the flesh.
"ah!!!"
He screamed in agony, his hands shaking violently due to the severe pain, but he still insisted on picking out the black lines.
Hei Xiu frowned as he watched, and complained silently in his heart: There is actually someone who believes King's joke, and he is an old man who is over a hundred years old.
I have been living like a dog for the past hundred years.
Jiang Ci's lips curled slightly, "Idiot."
At this time, Murong family's entourage came hurriedly with the old man.
Murong Jinran saw this and went forward, "Grandpa!"
Patriarch Murong was wrapped from head to toe in a small blanket with cartoon cats on it. He said sleepily, "Ranran, why did you have to wake Grandpa up in the middle of the night?"
Of course Murong Jinran would not tell him the truth directly, but just said vaguely: "Something urgent happened at home, so we have to take a small boat to go back first."
The old master of the Murong family yawned, "With your father and your brother here, what can go wrong? I don't want to go back. If I want to go back, you go back."
Having said that, he turned around and went back to the cabin.
"Grandpa!" Murong Jinran quickly pulled the man back and signaled his men with his eyes to take Grandpa onto the lifeboat first.
The followers were just about to take action.
Patriarch Murong suddenly noticed the stinky old man who was picking shrimp threads, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"
The stinky old man was sweating profusely from the pain, so he didn't bother to explain to him. He said angrily, "Get out of the way. It's none of your business."
"No, you're playing with rusty wire poking into the flesh, aren't you afraid of getting tetanus?" Old Patriarch Murong clicked his tongue and then noticed the person next to him.
"Why are you not sleeping at night? What are you doing?"
Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned when his eyes met Jiang Ci, and his old face was surprised and happy for a moment.
"It's you? My little benefactor, why is it you?"
Jiang Ci glanced at him and recognized him.
He turned out to be the old man locked in a cage in the factory producing elixir of life that she had uncovered before.
Is he the big shot that the captain said he couldn't afford to offend?
Jiang Ci suddenly remembered that day when she let them out of the cage, the old man cried so miserably, and when she left, she heard him say that he would never dare to run away from home again.
It turns out that this old guy came from the Middle Thousand Realms?
But she didn't sense any spiritual fluctuations from him.
Moreover, she didn't notice anything the last time she saw her, but this time she saw a dying aura lingering around the old man.
When everyone present heard the old patriarch Murong calling her by her name, they were stunned.
Especially the captain, his face looked very ugly.
Murong Jinran was also shocked and asked, "Grandpa, could it be that Daoist Jiang is the little hero who saved you?"
"Yes! It's her!" Patriarch Murong said happily, "If it wasn't for you saving me, your grandfather, by the time you got here, you wouldn't even be able to collect my corpse~"
Murong Jinran looked at Jiang Ci with respect in his eyes.
She bowed respectfully to Jiang Ci, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, thank you for saving my grandfather. You are our family's great benefactor. We, the Murong clan, owe you a huge favor!"
"From now on, whenever you come to the Middle Thousand Realms..."
Patriarch Murong interrupted her unhappily: "What do you mean by later?"
"My little benefactor, please come back to the Central Thousand Worlds with me this time! You are free to enter the library and treasure room of my Murong family!"
Murong Jinran was stunned for a moment, and agreed to go out without having the chance to stop his grandfather.
She had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Yes, Brother Jiang, the boat is ready. Why don't you take your friends and go back with us?"
Patriarch Murong stared at him and said, "What small boat? Why don't you stay on the comfortable big ship and take a shabby little boat to expose your little benefactor to the wind and sun?"
Murong Jinran: "..."
She knew her grandfather's temper. If he knew that the entire ship was being sacrificed, he would definitely ask to save people.
At least, save as many as you can.
Who knows what the blonde next to him would say.
"Little old man, your granddaughter is planning to take you away to escape." Hei Xiu said quickly: "This ship has been sacrificed by that stinky old man. If you don't leave now, you will die here."
The old Patriarch Murong's expression really changed: "Of course, is what he said true?"
Murong Jinran had no choice but to nod and explain the matter.
"Of course! What did your grandfather teach you before? Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!" Patriarch Murong said angrily, "Quick, go and wake everyone up."
"Grandpa, it's too late now! I can only protect you first." Murong Jinran signaled his followers to take action.
Just as the followers were about to step forward, unexpectedly, the old master Murong jumped behind Jiang Ci.
"My dear, I remember that you are quite good at fighting, right? It's no problem for you to beat up a few of them by yourself, right?"
Jiang Ci: “…”
“Ahhhhhhhh——” The stinky old man sitting on the ground picking shrimp threads suddenly roared, “Stinky girl, you fucking lied to me, didn’t you?”
He held up his bloody arm and showed it to her.
I saw that those strange black lines were not only not picked out, but they multiplied and even penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
The stinky old man was in so much pain that he rushed over to kill her.
Jiang Ci casually raised his hand and easily grabbed the old man's neck.
Lift it up slowly.
The old man felt suffocated and struggled in fear.
"You have sacrificed so many lives. The debt of human life you bear is too heavy. Each black line represents a life. Your entire body, flesh, blood, marrow, and internal organs have long been invaded."
"You want to be free, right? That's a nice thought."
Jiang Ci used the voice of the soul that only the old man could hear, and said in a thunderous voice: "In the name of the Judge of Souls, I sentence you to fall into the Avici Hell, and you will never be able to be reborn!"
The old man's frightened face instantly turned into despair. He felt that the vitality he had accumulated over the years was continuously draining out of his body, and his soul seemed to be torn apart by something from underground.
He was terrified, but had no strength to resist.
Then he saw his waving arms shrivel up at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a withered plant.
Before everyone could react, they saw the old man trembling all over. His body quickly shriveled up and soon he turned into a mummy-like monster. His teeth, hair, and nails fell off one after another.
In a short while, in front of everyone, he turned from a living old man into a mummy, and then into a pile of bones.
Jiang Ci threw away the bones carelessly.
The white skeleton turned to ashes as soon as it fell to the ground.
The sea breeze suddenly blew over and took away the ashes.
Murong Jinran exclaimed in surprise: "Wind, it's wind! The ship can move!"
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