"Hahahaha..." The uncle laughed wildly, "That's it, the head of the family and the clan members haven't discovered that there is a problem with the natal lamp. They still insist on practicing and lighting the natal lamp after reaching the fifth level.
I didn't dare to practice, I could only concentrate on refining medicine, hoping to find a way to make up for it. I didn't expect that when I was looking through pharmaceutical books, I actually saw a method to separate the soul from the natal lamp. I used drugs to hallucinate the guard and secretly replaced the natal lamp.
I tried to peel it off myself, but it was too difficult. The flame left the lamp and the life energy was lost too quickly. How could the little life energy I had increased with great difficulty be enough for my own experiment?
So, I took my father along and analyzed the flaws of the natal lamp with him. However, he wanted to report it to the head of the family. I definitely wouldn't agree and tricked him into waiting until it was proven to be useful so that he wouldn't be suspected and laughed at by the clan members. After all, lighting the natal lamp is a tradition passed down in the family. Without actual evidence, how could we casually doubt the practice of our ancestors?
My father believed it and practiced the soul-stripping technique diligently. Finally, he separated a wisp of my soul from my natal lamp. I experienced the difference of continuing to practice. My father was also waiting for my experience, waiting for definite evidence so that he could report to the head of the family.
Hehe, how could I possibly let anyone know about this? This is a matter of challenging the authority of our ancestors, and I have my heart set on the position of head of the family, so naturally I will let my father pass away peacefully.
Zhou wanted to see that he had stopped talking, and he didn't want to continue listening to his method of killing his father. "What you said is the same as I guessed. What I want to know is how you knew about Jiang Yuping during the evacuation."
"So, you already knew about the flaws in the Kong family's natal lamp?"
Zhou Xiang glanced at him sideways, and then, thinking that he still had to hear the most crucial question, he kindly answered him, "I just found out. I think that since the soul is wrapped in the body, it has its own inevitability. Pulling it out, there is a feeling of being controlled by others.
After learning from Kong Xianxian that the natal lamp could harm the body, he wanted to take back Yan'er's natal lamp. Yan'er had just lit his natal lamp not long ago.
I was worried about Yan'er's lifespan, so I became concerned, asked more questions, and began to speculate.
The uncle was stunned for a long time before he laughed again, "Haha, you are worthy of being the woman who made my nephew lose his soul."
Ling Ran stepped on his leg and said, "Stop talking nonsense and say what you need to say."
The uncle didn't show any pain on his face. "Your threats are useless. You just have the advantage of being here first. If we compete fairly, you won't necessarily be able to defeat Kong Qianchen."
Ling Ran continued to push harder.
Zhou wanted to pull him away, "Why do you care about this pervert? He only feels happy when he sees others suffering. If you don't care, he will feel uncomfortable."
The uncle's face was full of teasing, "You understand abnormal personalities so well, so you are also a like-minded person?"
Zhou wanted to let go of Ling Ran and continue his movements. This ball of mist could not be compressed or pulled into threads. How could he make this man stupid?
Seeing Zhou Xiang ignoring him, the uncle became unhappy again, "Don't you want to know why I drugged your uncle?"
Zhou Xiang didn't even look at him, "Can you speak?"
The uncle was stunned. He didn't know whether he would tell him or not. The key point was that Zhou Xiang didn't ask him, which made him unhappy! "How about we exchange questions. You answer one of mine and I'll answer yours."
Zhou Xiang shook his head. "I won't accept the exchange, but I can tell you why my powder is more powerful than yours."
My uncle's dim old eyes immediately lit up, "Really?"
"real!"
"Okay! I'll tell you," the uncle seemed to be in high spirits, his voice getting louder, "Have you heard of the Puppet Pill?"
Zhou Xiang's face was filled with disappointment. "That's it? It's that simple?"
"You can also make puppet pills?"
Zhou Xiang nodded, "Yes!"
Zhou Xiang knocked the spirit of his uncle down. "Kong Xianxian's father has my puppet by his side. When the hijackers returned for the second time to kill the witnesses and left again, he followed them and followed the one he thought was less vigilant and who stopped his companions from killing the witnesses.
I was the last to evacuate, and I used the time difference to investigate that person's identity. Since that person is so sentimental, I will eliminate the trouble for his lover. After all, his lover is young, so he can have more children! "
Zhou Xiang laughed instead of getting angry. "Okay! Then I'll tell you why my medicine is stronger than yours. It used to take three bowls, but now only half a bowl is enough to knock you out."
"You say." My uncle's face was full of anticipation.
"My information is definitely more valuable than yours and I won't let you down."
Looking at the expectation on his uncle's face, Zhou Xiang said word by word, "Thick, soil, grass."
"impossible!"
My great uncle was so excited that he almost jumped up, if his limbs had not been removed.
"No one believes the truth anymore. You're about to die, why would I lie to you? Besides, how would I know about thick soil grass if I didn't have it?"
"Where is it? Where is the thick earth grass?" My uncle said frantically, "Where is the thick earth grass? Take it out and let me see it. Then I can rest in peace when I die."
Looking at the green grassland where his uncle lay, Zhou Xiang felt extremely happy. How dare you provoke her? Haha, you don't know the value of a treasure even though you are in it, so I won't tell you!
"What does it have to do with me whether you close your eyes or not? My uncle closed his eyes in the past, do you know that? God sees what you do, you deserve it! I won't tell you, you'll die of suffocation."
As she spoke, Zhou Xiang stuffed the small ball of mist into her uncle's mouth again. "Hold it!" She continued to toss the mist in her hand.
Looking at his great cousin lying on the thick grass, Ling Ran felt pity for him for a second. If you provoke my wife, my wife will suffocate you to death with the thing you want to know the most!
Then, Ling Ran saw red blood in his great-uncle's blocked mouth. Because it was blocked by the mist, only thin threads could flow slowly from the corners of his mouth.
"Wife, he is holding it in so much that he is vomiting blood."
"Oh," Zhou Xiang replied calmly, feeling a little annoyed. He really didn't know how to operate the mist. How could he fool him? He glanced at the redness on his uncle's face and said, "Swallow it back."
Seeing that his cousin was about to suffocate to death from the blood in his mouth and refused to swallow it, Zhou Xiang didn't know what to do.
If the mist in his mouth is removed, it will dirty the thick soil and grass.
I glanced at the area surrounded by three people. Did they remove all the thick soil and grass?
His eyes turned and fell on the obstruction. Otherwise, should he be asked to spit it out?
He did it right away, "Ling Ran, grab him, follow me, and make him vomit outside."
Ling Ran looked at the direction his wife was going and understood that it was right to listen to his wife.
After the cover was torn open invisibly, Ling Ran stuffed the head of the person in his hand into the dark hole, ignoring the person's struggle.
Zhou Xiang was just about to remove the mist from his uncle's mouth, but as soon as his head came out, he let out a shrill cry. Well, it seemed that he didn't need to remove the mist himself.
Ling Ran was frightened by the cry and quickly pulled the person back. When he saw the person's head, he loosened his grip and said, "Wife, what's this look like?"
The man fell onto the grass, his dry and brittle hair scattered like powder, leaving only a shriveled bald head.
The facial features on the head also appear shriveled, like dried meat that has lost its moisture.
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