Chapter 54: Judge Fifteen
Long Zhu picked up the folding mop and weighed it in his palm.
The man with the red crew cut and Old Man Hu stared solemnly at the strange short-haired woman in front of them. Obviously, there was still a lot of time left to move the spirit formation, and they had all taken forbidden drugs to increase their spiritual power, but under Long Zhu's gaze, they seemed to have no confidence at all.
This woman, the way she looked at them was just like... looking at an ant.
It was as if she didn't have to do anything, all she had to do to deal with them was run over them.
Although Old Man Hu did not appear to be convinced by Lan Qingsi, he was very wary of the man from southern Xinjiang whose methods were as ruthless as his aunt's.
But as Long Zhu stared at him like a prey, he suddenly felt that this woman gave him a more terrifying feeling than Lan Qingsi's pile of colorful insects.
The red-haired man refused to believe in evil, so he increased his spiritual power to the extreme and attacked together with the puppet.
But Old Man Hu was cautious and asked his grandson to sneak into the underground veins and go straight to the coffin in the bamboo house.
Before he could carry out his plan, the soil suddenly exploded, and clods of mud, sand and earth mixed with the smell of grass fell down, covering the half-dead face of the hooded man.
Old Man Hu looked at Long Zhu in horror: "You...!"
Long Zhu had already broken the necks of the two puppets. His black-armored fingers were clamped around the neck of the red-haired man, exerting force inch by inch. The crackling sound of the puppets breaking could be heard clearly.
"Weapon refiner?" Long Zhu let out an inappropriate nostalgic expression. "I've seen one before. That puppet could move mountains and fill the sea. Yours is far inferior."
The red crew cut rolled his eyes and forced a smile unwillingly: "...If you want to kill me, then kill me. Who am I talking about nostalgia with?"
Long Zhu didn't even blink and cooperated very well by strangling the other person's neck.
The man with the red crew cut groaned, blood gushed out of his nose, his pupils lost their life, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"There is another person." Long Zhu looked around, but there was no trace of the old man Hu.
Bai He also sighed: "Run away."
Long Zhu tilted his head: "Not chasing?"
Bai He also bent down with all his strength, placed his hand on the top of Fang Xu's hair, and gently injected his remaining spiritual energy into him. There was a hint of fatigue in his voice: "There is no need to chase after a dying man."
Long Zhu recalled what Fang Xu had just said and exclaimed, "Ah!" "What about the third person?"
Bai He also suddenly stopped moving, and with trembling fingers he brushed aside a strand of Fang Xu's hair.
A small insect with a black shell actually crawled out of it.
His breathing stopped, his fingertips stopped in mid-air, and he almost didn't dare to look anymore.
Long Zhu's gaze followed downwards, his pupils shrinking suddenly. He squatted down with an expressionless face and reached out to look. There was a hole on the back of the little Taoist boy's head, bitten by an insect. Small black bean-like insects kept crawling out of it. Swarms of insects hid in the grass, gathering into a river and flowing into the bamboo room...
Long Zhu crushed the insect in his hand and his eyes became gloomy.
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Old man Hu stumbled down the mountain carrying the hooded man, his lungs feeling like they were filled with fire.
He kept looking back, and seeing that the strange woman hadn't followed him, he actually smiled a little out of luck: "As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no worries about lack of firewood."
"That's really ugly, Senior Hu."
A young man from southern Xinjiang jumped down from a treetop, his silver jewelry jingling. "Not only did he not get the book, he also abandoned his friends and ran away."
Old Man Hu stared at him lifelessly, his tone sinister: "I was wrong. That woman is the only variable. This plan is doomed to fail. Go home and rest for a few years before trying again."
"Go home?" Lan Qingsi chuckled and shook his head: "I don't think someone who can't even do such a small thing has the right to go home."
He flicked his fingertips, and Old Man Hu suddenly covered his chest - it seemed like something was wriggling under his skin.
"You...!" Old Man Hu fell to his knees, staring at the green lines appearing on his arm in horror: "You cast a spell on me?!"
"It's not you," Lan Qingsi sneered, crossing his arms. "It's you guys."
"I've long suspected you had ill intentions," said Old Man Hu, his forehead veins bulging, as if he were enduring something. "Sure enough... for the sake of your reputation as the Young Master, you want to kill us nameless people to silence us..."
Lan Qingsi didn't even bother to squat down to look at him. Instead, he raised his chin and said lightly, "I'm glad to know."
Old man Hu grinned, and countless expressions flashed across his face. In the end, he just looked at the hooded man, whose life or death was unknown. He made a few "ho ho" sounds in his throat, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and didn't move anymore.
Lan Qingsi kicked his body and murmured, "Did the plan fail?"
A hint of excitement flashed across his clear and cold face: "That's not necessarily true."
He looked at the dark shadows in front of him and heard a faint rustling sound, as if a rubber tire was slowly rolling towards him, crushing dead leaves.
Lan Qingsi stood in place, his smile growing even warmer as he looked proudly at the black figure in front of him.
"Got it."
The black figure looked like a pool of fluid that was collapsing and reuniting at any time. He took out a book from his body and handed it to Lan Qingsi.
Lan Qingsi's eyes sparkled, he slowed down his breathing, stared at the four words "Taiyin Xianlu" on the cover, and couldn't wait to open it.
"That's right, that's right," he said, his eyes filled with greed, and he flipped through the pages even faster. "Hahaha, the world-famous Taiyin Immortal Law finally fell into my hands."
He threw the bamboo tube at his waist to the ground, and the black figure opposite him suddenly "scattered" down. With the help of the pale moonlight, he carefully identified that the figure was actually made up of a group of black insects.
The small insects scattered into a stream, crawled over the old man Hu's eyes that were still open in death, and drilled into the bottomless bamboo tube in an orderly manner.
Lan Qingsi looked disdainful.
There was no so-called accomplice from the beginning to the end. The two people were just a decoy and stepping stones to get the book.
"Oh, it was all easy to get," Lan Qingsi said to himself, "This trip has really yielded a lot of rewards."
Not only did he feed the insects, but he also obtained the Xuanmen treasure.
When he returns to retreat and refers to the immortal book, his cultivation will surely improve greatly, and he might even become the youngest patriarch of the Lan family ahead of schedule.
When he thought of this, the smile on his lips deepened.
The next second, he frowned and jumped onto the treetop vigilantly.
Something is wrong.
The ground around suddenly began to shake.
He put away his nonchalant attitude, frowned and observed intently, but could not find the source of the strange feeling.
"How did this happen--" Before he could finish his words, a sudden and intense pain came from his palm. He turned his head and saw that his right hand, which was holding the tree trunk, was actually "swallowed" by the broken tree trunk like sharp teeth.
"What the hell!"
Lan Qingsi's expression suddenly changed. He reluctantly pulled out his bleeding hand and quickly avoided the "demon tree".
The witch doctor's methods are cruel and everyone shudders when they hear of them.
However, they mostly use poisonous insects that kill people very quickly, but they don't have any moves that are destructive to the environment.
The ground was surging and the trees were twitching. This ghost place seemed to have gained intelligence and come alive.
Lan Qingsi was eager to escape, so he suppressed his surprise and flew down the mountain.
He made a gloomy decision that when he returned and found out who had attacked him secretly, he would not let him off.
But before he could get down the mountain, a ground upheaval followed by a loud bang. He looked up and saw that his face was pale.
There was actually a whole hill on the opposite side pressing towards him!
The mountain... is alive? ?
This is impossible!
He suddenly remembered the Taoist priest from Qingcheng Temple whom he had met before.
Could it be the Five Elements Technique of Qingcheng Temple?
No, even the traditional Five Elements Technique cannot have such a large range and power.
Besides, he had been running away for so long and hadn't even seen the corner of the caster's clothes!
Lan Qingsi fled in panic in the forest, occasionally avoiding the rock traps under his feet. He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and tasted fear for the first time.
He grew up with his aunt and had never suffered any real hardship.
“Swish!”
Just as he was about to avoid the huge rock, the ground under his feet suddenly sank into a deep pit. The mud and gravel turned into sharp teeth and bit half of his body in their mouths.
“Aa ...
A scream suddenly rang out, and in the instant it was swallowed by the rocks, turning into a residual breath.
In a moment, this incredible tsunami gradually subsided, the trees returned to their places, the grass became flat, and everything returned to its previous state. The moonlight was scattered, and the place was quiet and distant.
Everything that just happened seemed like an illusion.
A bamboo tube was inserted obliquely in the gap between the rubble, and the lid had fallen somewhere. Several long worms cautiously poked their heads out, seemingly at a loss as to where to go. They were waving their feet and twisting their bodies to run towards freedom, but the next second they were covered by the suddenly surging mud. Then the huge rock tilted and rolled on it firmly. After a dull bang, there was no sound.
…
Bai He also gently lowered his hand that was forming a seal, and after reopening his eyes, the dark color of the whites of his eyes faded, and his pupils turned from deep red to normal.
The ground was humming, and a small mound of earth surged forward from far away at Bai Heye's feet, revealing a thread-bound book stained with mud.
He bent down to pick it up and patted the sand off the cover.
Then he silently looked at the corpse of the Taoist boy lying on the ground, his eyes lingering for a long time. He raised his hand and poured spiritual power into the hole on the other's head to cleanse it, until no more black bugs crawled out, then he withdrew his hand.
The two of them stood quietly beside Fang Xu for a while.
Long Zhu thought for a moment, then covered the back of Fang Xu's head with his palm, and the hole disappeared in an instant.
"He's dead," Long Zhu looked up at Bai Heye: "Are you sad?"
Bai He's eyes were dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking: "Yes."
Long Zhu was confused: "Is it that not wanting to laugh means being sad? Is it that not having an appetite means being sad?"
She lowered her head: "Then am I sad too?"
Bai He also asked softly: "Does Xiao also care about people's life and death?"
Long Zhu felt the cold temperature of his palm: "I don't know."
She said, "But I would rather see him alive."
She then muttered to herself as if in a dream: "I think Fang Xu is alive, Nan Huai is alive, the little Taoist priest is alive, Chen Fujun is alive, Xiao Meng is alive, the 100 Yuan guesthouse is alive, and..."
She turned her head to look at Bai Heye, staring intently at the sad look between his brows, and said firmly: "You are alive too."
How strange.
Why did she suddenly care about people's life and death?
Long Zhu thought this idea was ridiculous, but he couldn't figure out the reason.
Bai He also stared at her in a daze, and the long-forgotten scene suddenly popped up in his mind.
The rocks shook, the sky and the earth lost their color, and a woman lay on the ground with her eyes closed. The black lines around her eyes were covered with blood. She frowned fiercely, and bright red filled her teeth. The boy, covered in blood, lay beside her, crying desperately.
"Stop crying, it makes my head hurt."
"Well, I don't know who you're following... Listen, this is my last request of you."
“…alive.”
When he came to his senses, something cold brushed against his eyelashes.
Long Zhu extended his fingertips, on which was a teardrop that was actually black.
His eyes returned to their strange, spell-casting state.
"Excuse me," Bai He also closed his eyes and returned to normal: "Sometimes when I get excited, I can't control myself."
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