"Master, Master Kong Xian is in trouble!"
King Snake's knees softened and he fell to his knees with a "pop", his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles, his voice trembled with fear.
Zhao Qingxu slowly turned sideways, the pale mask with no facial features turned towards him, and his voice showed no emotion:
"Are you scared?"
Even in this secret courtyard, facing his only confidant, that strange mask still covered his face motionlessly.
Even the sound seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier, making it blurry and indistinguishable from male to female.
"Small... small..."
King Snake was trembling all over, wishing he could bury his head in the ground and never see that mask again.
In the eyes of outsiders, he is the majestic and ruthless Branch Master in Iron Anchor Society, but as long as he is in front of this evil god, he can't even speak well.
There seemed to be a very slight sneer coming from behind the mask.
Zhao Qingxu no longer looked at him, but turned around leisurely, picked up the celadon kettle on the table, and watered the bonsai peach tree in a leisurely manner.
The water falls among the strange rocks, making a soft sound.
"Remember back then, you were not such a coward."
"You dared to break into the Ministry of Justice prison with a gaping knife. You knew you were outmatched, but you still wanted to leave a few knives on me..."
"Where did that life-threatening ferocity go?"
It's so exciting, and you're still talking about these old things!
King Snake was anxiously cursing in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, so he could only respond, "Young man... I don't know."
Zhao Qingxu sighed and put down the kettle, "People, once they get something, they are afraid of losing it, and even their bones will become weak."
King Snake was even more confused. He couldn't understand the meaning of these words at all, so he had to bite the bullet and ask:
"Master... Master, what... do you mean?"
Zhao Qingxu finally turned around completely, and the smooth surface of the mask faced King Snake coldly, and his voice turned cold instantly, "I have helped you to rise to power, given you power, and taught you martial arts all these years. What I like is your courage!"
He paused for a moment, and the invisible pressure suddenly increased:
"You know very well that I never trade at a loss."
"You!"
King Snake's alarm bells rang loudly in his head, as if an ice pick had stabbed his spine!
All doubts instantly turned into actual fears.
Almost instinctively, he didn't even have time to change his kneeling position. He exerted force under his feet, and his body felt like it was ejected from a powerful crossbow.
He is not a mediocre player. With the help of Zhao Qingxu's sorcery, he is also a master of the world of Pellet Strength.
With this pounce, the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, and the momentum is like lightning.
When he was about to lose his balance, another Leap of the Falcon appeared directly opposite the courtyard gate.
After all, there were still people living nearby, and the imperial troops were patrolling the streets in the distance.
As long as you leave, there is a chance of survival.
However, seeing that his right hand was less than half a foot away from the door, King Snake suddenly froze.
An indescribable coldness originating from the depths of the bone marrow suddenly swept through his body.
Plop--!
The whole person and the puppet with its strings cut off fell straight onto the cold ground.
He wanted to struggle, but found that he couldn't even move a finger.
The muscles and tendons all over the body seemed to be tightly bound by invisible chains, leaving only the trunk shaking violently like chaff.
An even more scalp-numbing sight followed:
His skin was like boiling water, with large areas of wheals and rashes suddenly appearing.
These rashes spread and swelled rapidly as if they were alive. The surface immediately became blood red and translucent, and strangely showed clear and twisted lines of square hole copper coins. In the blink of an eye, they spread all over the body.
Wow--!
The crisp opening and closing sound of the folding fan sounded after itself.
Zhao Qingxu leisurely opened the fan, and the shocking huge word "money" seemed to be flowing with blood in the dim courtyard.
"Everything has a price."
"The things I gave you, now with interest, should be taken back..."
King Snake could no longer hear any words. The itching that penetrated deep into his bones and the sharp pain that penetrated his soul destroyed his consciousness like a tide.
In a daze, he saw the green robe approaching slowly and squatted down.
Then, he felt his eyes darken.
That cold and lifeless pale mask was tightly fitted on his face...
Mystic Sacrificial Official prison, size A death row.
This is a place Enforcement Hall specially used to detain and interrogate felons.
The air was so heavy that it could wrung out water, mixed with the smell of blood that had seeped into the stone walls over the years, the bitterness of inferior wound medicine, and a more subtle smell of decay and mold that crawled out from the depths of an ancient tomb, making it nauseating.
The torches on the wall crackled, and a scarred-faced official in black walked forward with his head lowered.
His name is "Old Knife", he has been in the criminal industry for thirty years, and he is registered as a "living Yama" in Commandery Commandant Office, six gates in the capital.
In the case in his hands, there is no mouth that cannot be pried open, and there is no charge that cannot be drawn.
But today's order is different.
The cell door slid open heavily, and the dragging sound of heavy chains was harsh.
"Old Knife" walked in, the soles of his boots stepping on the cold stone bricks, making almost no sound.
He silently glanced at his surroundings.
The surrounding walls are made of cold iron, specially engraved with incantations, and embedded with solidified and blackened dark red cinnabar.
This is called "Soul Extinguishing Talisman". Once a criminal dies, his soul will be gone.
The same goes for warlocks who can Yin Soul roam, there is no chance of causing trouble.
On the cross-shaped heavy iron frame, Kong Hui is tightly tied.
This great master from the Song Dynasty now looks like Fierce Ghost.
His arms were twisted weirdly, and the arm bones were shattered by Huo Yin's punch. They were only fixed with dirty linen cloth and wooden boards scrawled on them.
Blood scabs and pus adhered to the cloth, exuding a foul odor.
There were two bloody holes under the collarbone, and an iron chain as thick as a thumb passed through them and was connected to the iron ring in the corner.
The chains stretched straight, nailing him to the spot.
The originally respectable Confucian robe on his body was already in tatters, revealing a terrifying purple-black sag on his chest.
That's the mark of a broken rib.
"Hu~hu~"
Every weak breath was accompanied by a noise like a broken bellows.
Faced with this tragic situation, "Old Knife" has obviously become accustomed to it.
He stopped in front of an iron table three feet away, took off a shiny leather tool bag from his waist, and placed it on the table with a clatter.
"Prisoner Kong Hui."
"Old Knife" said in a low voice without any emotion, "I am asking a question, are you willing to say it?"
Kong Hui's eyes moved slightly, and he let out a vague and short "ho" in his throat, as if there was bloody gravel stuck in his trachea.
He opened his dry mouth and showed a sarcastic smile.
"Oh..."
"Old Knife" nodded and leaned over, unhurriedly opening the shiny tool bag.
A thick layer of waterproof tarpaulin was uncovered, revealing the neatly arranged fine steel tools inside:
The strange-shaped crochet hook is as thin as a willow leaf, with a cold light shining on the edge; several hollow thin tubes of different lengths, the mouth of the tube is polished like Dog-Tooth Interlock; a flat thin blade, with fine scales on the back of the knife; and several rows of silver needles, the longest one is almost as thin as a finger, the shortest one is as thin as an ox hair...
"Old Knife" crossed it with his finger, but only took out a small black jade bowl from the corner of the tool bag.
In the bowl is mud that is as thick as ointment, exudes pungent yin energy, and exudes black and yellow oil.
"This is called 'Yellow Springs Mud'."
"Old Knife" said calmly, "It is taken from the bottom of the Gu Arts, which is extremely dark and filthy, and mixed with the 'Corpse Suppression Talisman gray' in <Cloud Satchel of Seven Tablets>, cinnabar, and Black Dog Blood. It is rumored that it was made by the Gu Arts witches of the Han Dynasty..."
"'Yellow Springs Mud Seal'?"
Before he could finish speaking, Kong Hui took up the conversation and sneered, "During the Jingkang period, the Jin people used this method to torture the Daoist protectors who refused to yield."
"Oh, I almost forgot that you are a conspirator."
"Old Knife" flashed his eyes, "You are also a member of the Great Song Ghost Sect. Could it be related to the Jingkang Rebellion?"
Interrogation is also a skill, and he is telling lies all the time.
"Haha..."
Kong Hui's eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, "In someone's words, Jingkang Humiliation? It's just a bad debt..."
It's said without intention, but it sounds intentional.
Outside the prison, Li Yan and others were listening.
As soon as these words came out, Spiritual Light suddenly flashed in Li Yan's mind.
He remembered that he was fighting Zhao Qingxu, and the other party used magic to transform into "Da Song Jiaozi" to control the ghosts.
No matter how you listen to it, you feel like these words came from his mouth.
Inside the cell, "Old Knife" still wanted to talk, but Kong Hui simply closed his eyes.
"Hmph!"
"Old Knife" He snorted coldly, his fingers were covered with mud, and his fingertips were immediately wrapped with a hint of black resentment.
There are also monks cultivating in Gongmen. If he can be invited here, his Daoism is certainly not shallow.
Snap!
A shot without warning.
A small ball of thick, cold sludge was deposited on Kong Hui's eyebrows with incomparable accuracy.
This is the ancestral orifice life gate revealed by monk Divine Soul.
"Ah--!"
Like boiling oil dripping into clear water, the inhuman scream suddenly tore through the dead silence!
The silt is like a living thing, eroding into the skin instantly.
Kong Hui only felt an indescribable coldness and filth, freezing and corroding his Yinshen!
As a criminal and a former master, his Divine Soul is naturally unrivaled.
But being punished by this "Yellow Springs Mud Seal" is painful.
Even so, he never spoke.
"Old Knife" is also a vicious person. Seeing this situation, he smiled instead of getting angry.
"Well, you are worthy of being a master. I will definitely satisfy you!"
He took out several hollow silver needles made of ox hair. The tips of the needles were polished into a spiral shape, and the tails were connected to small jade tubes.
"This is 'Soul Infusion Needle'. Go straight to the intersection of 'Qi Aperture' and 'Yin Meridian', inject cinnabar incense ash, and add Yellow Springs Mud to seal the acupoint. It can cause imbalance of yin and yang, lead to obsession, and reverse the meridians..."
"This is 'Meridian Severing Sha Drawing Blade', which was born out of the Miao's 'Heart-Eating Gu' and the Daoist 'Evil-Breaking Talisman'. This knife is not for cutting skin and flesh, but specifically for severing the meridians. It can slightly relieve the pain of being possessed by evil spirits, but when the blade falls, it will be like attracting thousands of ghosts to devour the soul..."
Round after round, they used tortures that Li Yan and others had never heard of.
Just the look of it makes them feel hairy all over.
However, Kong Hui was still unwilling to confess.
He Divine Soul is tyrannical, and all kinds of enchantment techniques are useless.
Seeing that the person was about to be tortured to death, Li Yan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Stop first, I will do it."
After saying that, he opened the door and entered the cell.
"Old Knife" glanced at it and seemed a little dissatisfied, but didn't say anything and stepped aside.
The bloody Kong Hui also slowly raised his head and burst into violent coughing, with blood foam and saliva splashing out.
He looked at Li Yan and said in a hoarse voice, "Boy, are you here to collect the soul?"
Li Yan said calmly, "What you think is beautiful, don't think that I don't know that if you enter the netherworld, you still have a way to escape. To tell you the truth, both Lu Sheng and Wang Xuanmo have lost their souls. I don't want rewards, and I won't make it easy for you."
"Haha, idiot..."
Kong Hui used a tone that was mixed with schadenfreude and extreme resentment, and roared, "Living Underworld Messenger, I had a chance many years ago, but I threw away the ultimatum without hesitation. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"It's a road of no return. You can't help yourself while you're alive, and you can't have peace even if you die."
"Where do you think the Yinsi soldiers and horses you call around every time come from..."
As soon as these words came out, Li Yan felt a chill in his heart.
He had also thought about this.
Since ancient times, there have been very few people who have succeeded in becoming gods.
But the number of soldiers and horses of the Yin Division is really quite large.
Is it possible that "Living Underworld Messenger" will still be enslaved after his death?
But when I asked Kong Hui again, the other party refused to answer.
Li Yan rolled his eyes and said, "Your Excellency, are you really willing to work for Jianmu?"
Kong Hui raised his head, looked at Wu Ba who had murderous eyes outside, and sneered, "I set up a trap to kill Wu Qu, will you let me go?"
Li Yan was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly.
"That's fine then."
Kong Hui laughed crazily and said, "I have been reincarnated several times, and I have lived long enough. I am not bound by Heavenly Laws, and I do not obey the laws of the world. This world is all false. It's worth it if you have a good time!"
"I'm not worth it for you!"
Li Yan said in a deep voice, "I entered 'Nine Gates Yin Ruins' last night, and Zhao Qingxu sold you in order to escape."
Kong Hui sneered, "It is of no use to me to sow discord."
Li Yan was happy, "Without his guidance, how could we have found those contaminated places?"
"If something happened to 'Nine Gates Yin Ruins', if he didn't have any evil intentions, why didn't he inform you?"
"Also."
Li Yan looked at Kong Hui and said, "We didn't find <Earth Official's Treasure Edict of Atonement>. I remember you had one copy, but in Nine Gates Yin Ruins, I saw Zhao Qingxu took two. That's why we didn't catch him."
"You... wouldn't be foolish enough to give him the protective treasure, would you?"
Li Yan is also a bluff with nine truths and one falsehood.
But this time, it hurt Kong Hui.
He had gone crazy, his bloodshot eyes were full of madness, "Yes, I mistakenly believed his lies."
"Zhao Qingxu? Hehe... he is much deeper than Laozi..."
"He... he is not a human! He is Fierce Ghost who... got out of the 'Treasury'!"
"If there is a 'Jiaozi', there will be his debts..."
"Sooner or later, this big announcement... will be turned into a bad debt by him!"
The laughter is crazy but intermittent and weak, like the cry of a dying beast.
"What on earth does he want to do?!"
Li Yan couldn't help but asked in a deep voice.
Kong Hui This matter has been exhausted, and he said to himself, "Why... why did he sell me?"
"There is no reason... As a result, the capital's many years of hard work will be ruined in one fell swoop."
"He has betrayed Jianmu, unless there is something..."
As he said that, he suddenly raised his head and said, "I know, he is planning that thing Qiankun Academy!"
"What?"
Pei Zongti heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he came in to ask.
Kong Hui lowered his head and laughed at himself:
"I don't know, I only know that that thing is the key to Human Path's transformation!"