Copper Coins Chapter 4: Paperman (4)

Xue Xian was stunned by this sudden shock, and sank back to the bottom of his dark bag. One was a little confused and a little surprised.

He was quiet for a while, then rubbed a little bit in Xuanmin's hidden pocket again, and returned to the place just now. He listened to the somewhat rough white linen cloth, and then touched it up and down again in disbelief, but there was no response.

"Could it be the effect of the needle just now?" Xue Xian muttered to himself, and picked up the thin needle again.

"Ah - what is it that stabs me?" Jiang Shining said in a stern voice: "What are you tossing about?"

Xue Xian suddenly reacted and wondered: "How can you speak again?"

Jiang Shining was stunned by this question.

Yes, today's hour has passed, so he should not be able to speak or move, how could he suddenly speak again?

Is it related to the shock just now? Not right either. Before that, Jiang Shining had already spoken, but neither of them responded.

Or...is there really something good in this bald donkey? Xue Xian thought to himself, and became even more curious. Without saying a word, he stabbed Xuan Min's waist with a needle again.

Xuan Min, who was about to step out of the circle of people, paused: "..."

To be able to be so unscrupulous after being captured alive, Xue Xian is probably the first and a genius.

Xuan Min frowned and pinched out the paper-skinned man who had been restless from beginning to end in his secret pocket. Xue Xian, who was folded into several layers, tossed himself a little, but at first glance, it was only the size of a folded letterhead, without a human shape, and others could not see the name.

Xuan Min held Xue Zhipi's head unceremoniously, to remove a silver needle that was "adhered" to the paper.

However, the needle "sticks" a little tight, as if it were growing on paper.

Xuan Min lowered his eyes and said coldly at the paper leather: "Let go."

Officers: "..." Is this monk who was kidnapped sick? Still pretending to be a ghost?

Master Liu, who was startled by the sentence "You won't live long", came back to his senses and was immediately furious. He pointed at Xuanmin and scolded: "Well, you are a wild monk who doesn't know what's wrong, you describe a sneaky and unknown origin, even if it's not the offender in this portrait, I can take you first and wait until I find out your eighth generation of children and ancestors before discussing. , is completely in line with the law. I kindly don't care about you a lot, you don't appreciate it, but you curse me?! Come on—"

Before he could finish his words, Xuan Min interrupted: "You have an obscure seal, black and green on the outside, you are a sign that your luck is exhausted and your life is about to end. Besides, there is a blood mark on the side of your left ear. "

"What blood marks?" Master Liu subconsciously reached out and touched his ears twice, but there was no blood on his fingers.

"You can't see it." Xuan Min put the silver needle that he finally took off back into the secret bag, and stretched out his hand and flicked the paper man with a cold gaze.

For the first time in his life, someone dared to slap him, Xue Xian felt that the bald donkey in front of him had almost drank the water of the Yangtze River, and it was going to the sky! He was about to get angry when he heard Xuan Min mention the "blood mark on the side of the ear", and was stunned for a moment. He twisted between Xuan Min's fingers with difficulty and looked at Master Liu.

I saw that Liu Xu's slightly windy left ear, near his temples, indeed had a red mark, at first glance, it seemed like it had been splashed with blood from something.

Seeing the bloodstain, Xue Xian's thin paper body trembled, and the anger and hatred that had been suppressed for a long time were immediately lifted, and they came over and over.

In a trance, he seemed to be lying on the wet shore again. The dark clouds covered most of the sky, and the salty smell of the tide hit him one after another. The thunder and lightning continued, and the torrential rain poured. But he couldn't move, he was drowsy in deep thought, and the pain on his back was deep to the bone, like ten thousand ants eating his heart...

He was ripped out of his bones, but he couldn't even see the other party's appearance...

When Xue Xian's mind was tumbling, Master Liu was still touching the side of his ear, and he asked Xuanmin with a sullen face: "Why don't I see it?! You monk, don't open your mouth and shut your mouth, you are some kind of fool. What kind of rhetoric is Yintang's black blood light disaster?! What is a bloodmark?!"

What is a bloodstain?

Xue Xian lifted his eyelids and stared at Master Liu.

This kind of blood mark on the side of the ear is the blood splattered by someone who has grudges. It is left a mark for people, so that they will not recognize the wrong person when they seek grudges in the future. Xue Xian hadn't noticed that he was bored in the dark pocket before and only focused on competing with Xuanmin. Now that he had calmed down, he could smell Master Liu's body.

It was the smell emanating from the bloodstain, like rust, but slightly different. The smell was all too familiar to Xue Xian—it was his own blood.

From the day he woke up, he had been searching for the man who had cramped him. However, he didn't know his appearance, nor his origin, so he disappeared everywhere. The only clue he had was his own blood. The person who was splattered with blood was the one who had just been to that coast that day.

There are about a hundred or so people like this, and he found some of them. From the mouths of those people, Xue Xian vaguely asked for something. But not enough, far from enough. Just relying on that little clue to find that person is still comparable to finding a needle in a haystack.

So in the past six months, Xue Xian has been going all the way from Huameng to this place, in order to find some more clues and find out the complainant as soon as possible...

The person who was fighting with him between his fingers suddenly quieted down, Xuan Min just thought that the other person had finally surrendered and no longer made some fearless struggles. He put Xue Xian back into his dark pocket, glanced at Master Liu at the same time, and said, "You should have died today, but someone made a ghost for you."

After he finished speaking, he looked back and dropped a sentence: "Believe it or not, it's up to you." Then he stopped talking and raised his feet to leave.

How can you get away with offending people for this?

Master Liu was furious and furious at this "early death, late death" remark. On the one hand, he felt that the wild monk in front of him was a nonsense liar, and on the other hand, he was somewhat uneasy because it was about his life.

Eight out of ten liars in the rivers and lakes like to play this trick. First, I will give you a "suffering calamity" stick, which will make you feel uneasy when you think about it. With a clear look, he turned his head and left. As a result, there will always be some people who will take the bait, thinking, "Forget it, the right should be ruined and saved from disaster, what if it is true."

Master Liu was murmuring in his heart and admonishing himself not to be fooled, while giving the order to the yamen: Take a knife and take someone!

Flickering to the head of the county government, this monk is not asking for hardships, what is it? !

Just as the yamen swarmed up to grab Xuan Min's sleeve, a breathless voice came from far and near: "Master! Master is not good!"

When everyone looked back, they saw a man who looked like a servant stumbled over and stopped in front of Master Liu, his face panicked: "Master, young master, young master, he has fallen into the well!" /

"What?!" Master Liu's legs trembled, his scalp tingling immediately.

He subconsciously glanced at Xuan Min, who was surrounded by yamen, and his heart thumped. For a while, he didn't know whether to run to the house first or grab Xuan Min first.

"Master!" the boy shouted again.

Master Liu shuddered, he raised his feet in a panic, and wanted to follow the little servant back. In the confusion, he only felt that he was top-heavy and his legs were not his own. He just took two steps and turned around suddenly—

"Let go, let go!" Master Liu grabbed Xuan Min's sleeve, "You, you... can't do it! You can take a look back with me!"

Xuan Min frowned and swept his fingers away with a slight disgust. He was about to say something, but he felt his secret pocket move. The paper-skinned man who had just been put back by him actually took the opportunity to turn it over and hung it on Master Liu's cuff. With the help of Master Liu's east wind, he glued on the collar of the servant and ran away with him!