Chapter 375 Is It Really You?
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, how did you do that?"
Murong Jinran asked in surprise: "Does it mean that we just need to kill the old man?"
Jiang Ci said calmly: "Not bad."
"But I still don't understand. You just pinched him and he died?" Murong Jinran always felt that she had done something, but they didn't know.
"He is not as powerful as you think. He is just a monster who can take lives and borrow life. He has no combat power." Jiang Ci said. Of course, she did not let them see that the old man's soul had been thrown into the Avici Hell.
Patriarch Murong laughed and said, "As expected of my little benefactor, this explosive power is incredible, he can even crush this old monster into ashes."
"So as long as he dies, the sacrificial formation will be broken? Is it that simple?" Murong Jinran began to doubt his life.
Jiang Ci said calmly, "The reason why he was able to successfully steal lives and borrow life in recent years was because no one could find out. This time he was unlucky to meet people like us who know what we are doing, so he fell into trouble."
"The magic circle is not on the ship, but on his body. As long as he dies, the sacrificial circle will disintegrate on its own."
Murong Jinran blushed when he heard this.
No wonder Brother Jiang was not in a hurry at the beginning. It turned out that he already knew the solution.
He was only concerned with escaping.
In the end, they solved the problem easily.
Murong Jinran admired her even more, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, thank you very much!"
Jiang Ci waved his hand calmly, "I'll go to his room first, you guys can do whatever you want."
"Master Jiang, take care! Just let me know if you need anything!" The captain respectfully sent her off with a standard 90-degree bow.
Hei Xiu joked: "Hey, Captain, I still like your rebellious look at the beginning."
The captain laughed and said, "Mr. Hei, you are joking. It's my fault that I didn't recognize the great man before. Don't worry, I will cover all the expenses incurred by you on this voyage!"
"With my Murong family here, do we need you to step up?" The old Murong family head snorted, "Of course, hurry up and help the little benefactor."
Murong Jinran came back to his senses, "Okay grandpa, you guys, take grandpa back to his room first."
She quickly followed.
Seeing this, Hei Xiu hurriedly chased after him.
Patriarch Murong stared at the direction they left, looking thoughtful: "Isn't my sense just now correct? That is the power coming from the depths of the netherworld..."
In room 444.
The door was ajar. Jiang Ci kicked it open and a foul smell hit his nose. It was the smell of the stinky old man.
The ground was littered with messy talisman papers and various sorcery items.
Everything was trampled into pieces by the black cultivator.
Jiang Ci took a quick look, but his expression gradually became solemn.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, is there anything I can help you with?" Murong Jinran followed in and asked.
"What's wrong?" She couldn't help but feel a little nervous when she found Jiang Ci staring at something on the ground. "Could it be that the sacrificial array is still there?"
"The sacrificial array has been broken." Jiang Ci frowned, "The old monster said that by sacrificing one person he can only get one day's vitality, right?"
Murong Jinran nodded: "That seems to be the meaning."
Jiang Ci shook his head: "You are wrong. Ordinary people can live to at least 60 or 70 years old. If you are taking someone's life and borrowing their life, you are borrowing all the remaining life of that person."
Murong Jinran reacted: "So he only took one day of the life of the sacrificed person, then where did the rest of the life go?"
"Where else could it go? Most likely it went to Ci Xin." Jiang Ci asked her, "The Murong family has a high status in the Middle Thousand Worlds, right? Miss Murong, have you heard of Ci Xin?"
Murong Jinran looked bewildered and said, "I've never heard of it. When I get back, I'll mobilize my family to look for it."
"Thank you." Jiang Ci smiled politely and turned to continue searching the old man's belongings.
In addition to clothes, the old man's suitcase also contained some valuable watches, jewelry, gold and other items.
There are all kinds.
And a cell phone.
After Jiang Ci cracked the password, he checked the phone, and found that most of the contents were records of the old monster's travels.
According to the records, he has caused damage to many ships.
Look at the bank balance.
"More than 10 billion?" Murong Jinran glanced at it and exclaimed in shock, "That's a lot of money."
Jiang Ci said: "Many people have been killed by him over the years. He took valuable items from the victims and exchanged them for money."
"He has so much money, but he's still not satisfied with the status quo?"
"Taking lives and borrowing life is as addictive as taking drugs. He can't quit." Jiang Ci turned around and threw the phone to Hei Xiu, "Check the victims and return the money he cheated to the victims' families."
Hei Xiu nodded: "Okay!"
Murong Jinran was a little surprised and a little ashamed at the same time.
She actually used the cautious approach of a person to judge others, suspecting that Brother Jiang would embezzle such a huge sum of money for an ordinary person, but she didn't expect that he would be so noble as to return it to the victim's family.
She really didn't expect it.
Jiang Ci rummaged around and finally found the method of sacrifice in the compartment of the old man's suitcase.
It was a palm-sized book with only a few short pages, and each page clearly stated different methods of taking lives and borrowing life.
All the items and things you need are written in it.
Just like being taught step by step.
What shocked Jiang Ci the most was not how insidious the method of taking life and borrowing life was, but the handwriting.
At first glance, it looks so familiar!
Everyone's handwriting is different, and everyone has their own style.
The handwriting in this sacrificial book felt familiar to her.
Eerily familiar.
"Is it really you…?"
Hei Xiu fiddled with his phone and asked curiously, "Who is it?"
Jiang Ci didn't say anything, but just stared at the words on the book and then read the content.
These methods of sacrifice are similar to the various sorcery she collected from the folks back then, and seem to have been specially improved by someone. As long as you find a certain fate, such as the old monster who has few relatives and will be lonely all his life, the effect will be better if you implement them.
"In order to survive, how many people like this did you find to borrow your life and bear the karmic debt?"
Jiang Ci frowned, and his mood could no longer be calm.
Afterwards, Murong Jinran searched the room but found nothing.
All of the old monster's important belongings were in the suitcase, and some were crushed to pieces by the black cultivator.
She called people over to burn all of the old monster's stuff except for the valuables.
The sky gradually brightened and the sea breeze blew gently.
Murong Jinran came to the deck and saw Jiang Ci sitting there since the middle of the night without saying anything. She asked Hei Xiu curiously, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, what happened?"
Hei Xiu shook his head: "I don't know either."
"I always feel like Fellow Daoist Jiang and that Ci Xin know each other."
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