Copper Coins Chapter 65: Tongshou spider (5)

But the blood spots left by the "Tongshou Spider" who suffered thousands of knives have no trace, and there is no evidence. What is the explanation?

Regardless of whether he opened his mouth or not, with Xuanmin's temperament, he would definitely not react so obviously. Perhaps considering his little face, he turned his face away and pretended that it never happened. As for what the bald donkey thought, it was not something Xue Xian could control.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't make much difference to explain or not to explain.

What's more... this bald donkey swayed in the heart demon for a while, and explained it! Suck it, just **** it, you can't take it back from left or right, so what's the matter with the imprint!

Xue Xian's complexion can be described as splendid and ever-changing. In the end, he smashed the jar and threw his claws. As if nothing had happened, he sat upright. /

Xuan Min's body temperature was high, so the coolness on his neck was so obvious that although he had never seen the process, he raised his hand to pinpoint the position. Before he could see how his face changed, Xue Xian turned around with a guilty conscience, straightened his expression, and asked the person under his feet sarcastically, "Isn't it successful? How do you feel? Why do I look left and right? Don't you think you have any signs of being alive?"

The man babbled like crazy: "I'm alive, I can really live...I can live...Look, I can hold my fingers..."

As he said that, he tried to grab a fist with both hands, and at first glance it was indeed stronger than before.

However, Xue Xian knocked him back to his original shape with just one sentence.

"Stop showing off your black chicken claws, where do you think your strength comes from? Tongshou spider?" He sneered and said lazily, "It's just that I still have some questions to ask, so you can stay awake so you can suffer. That's it. You see—"

He said, tugging at Xuanmin's collar without looking back, "Your so-called blood spots have disappeared, let alone spider feet, dreams come faster. Besides, if it really comes true Now, it's not you who is lying on the ground and shivering."

When he said the first half of the sentence, the man looked like he didn't want to believe it, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but believe it.

Indeed, if it really happened, would the contrast and difference between him and Xuanmin be so great?

The man froze on the ground with his eyes fixed for a long time, and finally collapsed completely.

"It seems that your same-shou spider is not as good as me moving a finger." Xue Xian looked at him coldly and said slowly.

As soon as the man heard this, the sound of crying stopped abruptly again. He seemed to finally recognize the reality after several twists and turns, and hurriedly crawled over on the ground, grabbed Xue Xian's foot hanging by the table, "Help me. I, please, save me... I can't die, I shouldn't die! I... I obviously deserve merit, so how can I die?"

Xue Xian was embarrassed to be hugged by such a person, but he didn't feel any sense in his legs, so he couldn't pull it out if he wanted to.

"Bald donkey, labor—" Xue Xian subconsciously wanted to summon Xuanmin, but he was just half-sentenced when he remembered that he had a guilty conscience at the moment, and suddenly stopped his mouth.

Just when he had a bad look on his face and decided to endure for a while, Xuan Min moved.

Seeing that he raised his hand and swept it in the air, the person who was wrapped around Xue Xian's leg was swept away by a burst of force, and Xue Xian's legs and feet hanging by the table were also swept away by another. A force hooked on the table.

Xue Xian was stunned for a moment before suddenly reacting: I can do this too, but I'm stupid at the critical moment.

He attributed his temporary stupidity to hatred in his inner demon, and his brain was injured.

But right now isn't the time to focus on that, it's time for business. He raised his chin at the man on the ground, "What did you just say? Do you still have merit? Why don't you ask the iron cards on your body if you agree? Three hundred solitary souls were forcibly restrained in the tomb by you, and will never be reborn. , you still have the face to tell me about merit?"

"You, your lord don't know something--" In order to survive, the person who wanted to kill them before turned his face to "Sir" and "Sir". Hearing that, Xue Xian frowned, "You have something to say. I don't know, the river section where Wolong County is located was not calm in the early years. There were often dark vortices of wind and waves, and it was not easy to navigate the boat. If there was another major flood, the two sides of the river would surely capsize, and life would be devastated. In the spring and summer of the coming year, this Wolong County will have a century-old disaster. In the event of a major flood, I deployed Nabai Shi to push the flow bureau, just to prevent that major flood."

The man said, raised his head to look at Xue Xian, patted his heart and asked, "Being able to save hundreds of thousands or even tens of thousands of people is obviously a supreme good thing, isn't it a great merit? I deserve to die. Now, I should live, I can save more people from water and fire, how can I die? Those useless people are still alive, how can I die?"

Everyone in the stone room was quiet for a while when they heard the words. Xuan Min's eyes moved slightly, as if he had remembered something, but then he regained his expression and frowned quietly at the unwilling person on the ground.

Xue Xian was expressionless for a moment, and finally let out a sneer from his nose, "Why the hell? Let me ask you, did the flood happen?"

"Come, next spring and summer." The man repeated again, "The person who calculated this disaster is a master, and he has never missed it, so he will never make a mistake."

He thought that what Xue Xian questioned was just the inaccuracy of the hexagrams, so he repeatedly argued, but Xue Xian rudely interrupted him, "What's the matter, I just ask you, did the flood happen? Is it?"

"Not yet." The man shook his head and tried to speak again, "But—"

"But someone has already died." Xue Xian raised three fingers expressionlessly, "Three hundred people, the flood is still in the future, but there are already three hundred lonely souls in your hands, not only do you not have Let them live in peace, even if they die. Have you ever asked their wishes? They nodded and promised you to fill in the slaughterhouse?"

"There is always a price to change the fate of another day, three hundred people for ten million people——"

"Isn't this a good deal?" Xue Xian's expression suddenly became cold and stern, "You treat human life as melon and jujube, so how can you judge the difference between the two places?"

"...I, I understand." The man seemed to feel that he still had some conscience left, and said, "So I thought about it again and again, and I chose beggars and soldiers. Beggars are begging on the streets all day long. , often become a roadside bone overnight, and it is really useless compared to ordinary people. As for those remnants, they only have half their lives left, and they are still lingering on the left and right, lacking arms and legs, and can't do work or make a living. , going back is also a burden.”

Xue Xian was about to laugh at him angrily, "I think you're a burden too, you see you can't move now, you're like a rotten meat, and you don't even have half your life left, let's discuss it, I will also If you plan to set up an array, you don’t need many lives, but one is enough. What do you think? You might be able to save tens of thousands of people in 180 years.”

The person: "..."

Such a person, Xue Xian, naturally didn't have the leisure to save, nor the conscience to save. The reason why he wasted so much time was just because... he didn't know his fault and didn't repent. It's another meaning. It is more suitable for this kind of person to close his eyes with guilt and fear.

But before you die, you have to ask.

"Let me ask you again, where did the keel buried in your tomb come from?" Xue Xian said again.

"Given by an expert, having a keel can do more with less." The man said cautiously.

Xue Xian looked impatient, "I'm most tired of people going around while questioning! Why don't you go to the King of Hell to report now, how about that?"

"No, no, no! I said, I said... The master, the master is a warlock. I have followed him for a long time. He taught me a lot of things. He followed him from the age of □, and learned more than ten years. He is a master, but he didn't let me call him that, and only gave me a peach wood waist pendant that was passed down from his family. Although I no longer follow him, I still have contact with him. He told me about the Daluo in the river section of Wolong County, and he also brought people to help me with the Baishi Push Stream Bureau.”

Warlock? Warlock again?

Xue Xian couldn't help thinking of the warlock he heard from Master Liu. Now it seems that they are all the same person. The keel was obtained from him, so this warlock is probably the one he is looking for!

"If you want to set up the formation, you will capture three hundred solitary souls. If you want to carve a stone statue, you will tie people to the barren mountains and wild mountains. If you want to make the formation more effective, you will bury a keel... It can be seen that you are in the same blood as your master. , is not a thing." Xue Xian sneered and asked, "Who is your master's last name?"

"You, if you can let me live for a few more years—" The man could hear that Xue Xian's real purpose was to find his master, and thought he could take this opportunity to bargain.

Who knew that he was just half-sentenced when Xue Xianyi swept away his sleeve and slammed into the wall: "If I don't know the name, I have a way to find him!"

The man: "...Songyun! His name is Songyun!"

After Xue Xian finished asking what he should ask, he was about to start when Xuan Min pressed the back of his hand.

"What?"

"I have something to ask." Xuan Min said lightly.

He looked at the man and asked, "Have you seen me?"

As soon as these words came out, Shitou Zhang, Lu Tianqi and Xue Xian all took a breath.

The man was swept away by Xue Xian with most of his strength, and trembled on the ground. He looked at Xuanmin for a while before he could see his face clearly, and shook his head, "No, never."

"Then why did you hide here." Xuan Min frowned.

The man said: "My master calculates that I will be doomed, let me go all the way in this direction while escaping, and I can meet a turning point. I was outside in the foggy forest, and I heard birds chirping inside, so I contained poison. My medicine came in, and a black bird saw me bloodied and showed me a way."

Xue Xian: "..." How did this bald donkey raise a bird to open the door for thieves...

Just listening to what this person said, Xue Xian felt relieved, at least he and Xuan Min were not old friends.

As soon as he felt relieved, he remembered another thing, and he saw that he glanced at Xuan Min's neck calmly, and asked, "Where did the Tongshou spider you use come from? Is it your warlock master again?"

The man really couldn't grasp Xue Xian's temper, and he didn't dare to bargain, so he said obediently: "Indeed...I heard him say that Tongshou Spider got it from the area around Langzhou."

"Langzhou..."

Xue Xian repeated it, and suddenly remembered something, he turned over the book with Xuan Min's handwriting on the desk, and turned to the annotation added by Xuan Min - Langzhou Xiashan. Moreover, the annotations on this book were not the first time he had heard of this place. When he asked about Xuanmin's amnesia in the inn, Xuanmin said that when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a mountain in Langzhou.

Could it be that Xuan Min, who was aware of the Tongshou spider before his amnesia, even found a way to solve it, that he wanted to go to Langzhou?

Xue Xian felt that this trip was not in vain. Compared with the previous clues, everything is now clear, and everything points to one person - that warlock. And everything related to Xuanmin pointed to another place - Langzhou.

Once he knew about these two things, Xue Xian felt that there was no need to delay here any longer. He raised his hand at the man and retracted his fingers again, and the residual grievances on the iron plate surrounded the man again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the man hissed.

Xue Xian looked at him with a cold face, then hooked his finger, and a thin white smoke spread out from the man. Amidst the cries, he gradually returned to the state of dying.

Until the end, in his resentment, he clearly felt that he was dying bit by bit, burst into tears, half regretted and half unwilling to open his mouth, and said in a loud voice: "If you, you would...you would ..."

His words were extremely vague, and there was no beginning or end, but Xue Xian heard it clearly. Not only did he hear it clearly, but he also understood what he meant.

If it were you, what would you do? After all, there is a price to pay for changing one's fate...

Xue Xian glanced at him indifferently. He wanted to open his mouth to answer him in a condescending manner. However, such a person has two paths with him from the bottom of his head. Even if he said it, he would not understand it, and it was nothing more than a waste of words.

So until the man died completely, he didn't open his mouth again, he just slammed the iron cards back with a sullen face, put them in his sleeves, turned his head and stretched out his hand at Xuanmin, saying: "Please The bird flutters one more time to get us up."

His gesture clearly means one thing - hug. But his expression and tone were like a debt collector.

Xuan Min looked at him quite speechlessly, seemed to hesitate for a moment for some reason, and finally reached out and hugged him off the table.

Xue Xian was still a little puzzled. This bald donkey has always been holding a sack, so he is used to it. Why is he suddenly hesitant now? Could it be that he was influenced by something in the inner demon, and now he has become disgusted?

He pondered for a while, and it wasn't until he fell back into Xuanmin's arms that he suddenly realized what was going on—

Xuan Min's body temperature was higher than before, and it was so hot that Xue Xian felt a little uncomfortable, and even the palms that had been pressed down before began to get hot.

Why is this? Because when he took a sip on Xuan Min's neck, he let Xuan Min get the dragon saliva again.

Xue Xian: "..." These days are impossible to pass!