Qin Shu tapped the old man's face with the blade and continued to ask: "What is the art of health preservation? Who are you? Are there many monks now? Where are they?"
The old man looked at Qin Shu with resentment, clearly not wanting to answer.
The tip of the knife in Qin Shu's hand was pointed directly at his eyes: "Tell me, I might consider sparing your life."
The old man stared at Qin Shu's murderous face and knew that she would really kill him, so he confessed unwillingly.
The art of health preservation uses the blood of others as a medium to forcibly take away their lifespan in order to prolong one's own lifespan.
The old man's name is Wuxiang Zhenren. He is one of the few cultivators alive in this world and a disciple of Mount Longhu. With the help of the remaining books of the mountain gate for cultivation, he can live to 130 to 150 years old.
The sect's remaining book was incomplete after all, which prevented him from making further progress in his martial arts, and his life span was about to come to an end.
In order to continue to survive, Master Wuxiang went down the mountain to seek opportunities.
By accident, he obtained an evil technique from a master of metaphysics that could steal other people's life force, and from then on he embarked on a path of no return.
Over the past few decades, hundreds of people have died at the hands of Wuxiang Zhenren.
He was very cautious and had not been discovered.
It's because he only targets patients and steals their last chance of life.
Only Zhang Ming is different. According to Taoist Wuxiang, Zhang Ming has amazing luck. Even if his body is weak for his whole life, he will not die.
In order to solve the problem once and for all, Wuxiang Zhenren targeted Zhang Ming and used his health-preserving techniques on him.
In just two years, he actually gained a chance of survival that was equal to that of dozens of people in previous years.
When Wuxiang Zhenren was looking for his next target, something happened to Zhang Ming. He rushed here in a hurry, but he didn't expect to fall into the hands of Qin Shu, an ordinary person...
wrong!
Qin Shu is not an ordinary person!
She has the body of Taiyin, a natural cauldron, and a good candidate for cultivation!
Qin Shu got what she wanted and spent a long time hypnotizing Wuxiang Zhenren.
After making sure that the old man didn't say anything, she turned around and cut the man's neck.
"Ho ho—bitch! You lied to me!"
Qin Shu stood up, looked down at Wuxiang Zhenren, and said sarcastically: "It's already a bargain for you to die so easily, don't be ungrateful."
The old man dragged his disabled hand and tried weakly to cover the wound from which blood was gushing out.
There was a flash of unwillingness, regret, and hatred towards Qin Shu in his eyes.
Qin Shu watched indifferently as Wuxiang Zhenren's life faded away, wanting to see what the difference was between a cultivator and an ordinary person.
The result disappointed her.
Master Wuxiang died within two minutes.
Qin Shu leaned over and stabbed the knife into the heart of the corpse, then stood up and said calmly, "Leave the body to Master Qi to deal with. I want his head and neck separated."
After all, he is a monk. Who knows if the old man has the ability to come back to life.
Uncle Quan and Uncle Kun, with calm expressions, immediately stepped forward and carried the body out.
Qin Shu continued to treat Zhang Ming, but was forced to interrupt the treatment, which forced her to start all over again. This time she had a sour face throughout the whole process.
When she walked out of the guest room, she found that Mrs. Xie, who was waiting at the door, and the Zhang couple were gone.
The corridor was filled with a pungent smell of medicine, which made people feel nauseous!
Uncle Quan came over covered in blood: "Madam, A-Kun has sent the body away."
Qin Shu nodded and asked, "Where are Mom and the Zhang family?"
Uncle Quan's face darkened and he said, "I don't know what smoke the old man put in the corridor. Madam and Minister Zhang and his wife are all unconscious."
Qin Shu thought of what Master Wuxiang had said about the illusion.
It seems that the other party lied and just used drugs to make the person unconscious.
Qin Shu sneered: "Mystifying!"
I thought monks were very capable, but it turns out they are no different from ordinary people except that they are stronger, faster and live longer!
"Where's Mom?"
"My wife is upstairs in her bedroom."
"I'll go up and take a look. You find someone to watch over Zhang Ming until he wakes up."
"Yes, Madam—"
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