After soaking in the wooden barrel for about thirty minutes, Alan's light footsteps came from outside the door.
Maybe it was because the deducers had not noticed something wrong and had run out for thirty minutes. They were sure that they had not received any prompts. Alan's expression when she pushed open the door was faintly disappointed and numb.
The water vapor in the room has cooled.
She glanced over and saw five bodies lying softly in the wooden barrel, all of whom were closed quietly, looking like they were unable to resist.
“…”
Alan blinked, not surprised by the result. She turned around and went to Jiang Po's house first and reported to Jiang Po: "The bathing is over. Like the four people in the morning, they fell asleep because their soul repairs were so comfortable."
This statement was naturally caused by "Jiang Po" to fool her. She knew it, but she still had to pretend to be unaware of it and act with the other party.
At this time, Jiang Po had already stood up.
Without the need to hide cloth shoes from outsiders, Jiang Po stood by the window of her house with her hands behind her back, looking out intently.
Looking out from this window, you can see that at the end not far away, there is a river that never stops.
It is the source of water in Fengtou Town, the basis for the survival of the people in Fengtou Town, but it is also the natural disaster that takes their lives, and the resentment is soaring.
She looked at it for a while before turning her head and sighed: "Alan, when I die with all my strength and everything is settled, Yejiang will rely on you to guard it. I will hand over the things in Zhenjiang to you, you must replace me... Cough cough cough!"
Alan quickly stepped forward, patted Jiang Po's back lightly, and lowered her eyelashes at the same time, and retorted in dissatisfaction: "Don't talk nonsense, mother-in-law, you won't die."
Jiang Po gave Alan weakly the weight of her body, and after her cough subsided, she said, "I'm almost at the limit, you know, don't say so willful."
"You can live a long time even if you don't help those outsiders! It's too hard to repair your soul, why don't you let me do it?" Alan was in a bad mood and talked back more often, so she was hit on the head by Jiang Po.
It doesn't hurt, it's like an elder slapping the younger generation's head helplessly and indulgingly, just showing his disapproval of what he said.
"You are still young, and my mother-in-law doesn't allow you to spend your life on this matter." Jiang Po unquestionably denied Alan's proposal, "This matter has no discussion."
Alan's eyelids trembled slightly, feeling disgusted by this hypocritical and superb acting.
She knew that this unnecessary play was to make "Jiang Po" a natural dead person.
As long as she even felt that Jiang Po was dead and there was no trick, Master Wanban had completely solved a major problem.
Thinking in his heart, Alan's performance was still impeccable, just as she had been maintaining this month, he responded in a low voice: "Then I'll help you to see those outsiders."
A young and an old figure walked into the corridor and headed towards the wooden barrel room.
Seeing the deducers who were incapable of moving, Jiang Po signaled Alan to bring the table in the next room.
Because moving the five bodies was a bit stingy for the two of them, "soul repair" began in this room.
Alan received the order and quickly carried in the wooden table that he had used in the morning, and then placed the utensils needed for soul repair.
She held a short-legged clay pot and began to arrange the things in a classified manner. While she was doing these, Jiang Po had already paced slowly and came to the wooden barrel to observe these new bodies.
Jiang Po first wandered in front of the Siren's wooden barrel for a long time, reached out and touched the Siren's face, then hesitated to turn to Yu Xing's wooden barrel, staring at his body exposed to the water.
No one saw the greed and satisfaction flashing in her eyes. She seemed to be choosing something. In the end, she still focused her attention on Yu Xing.
"Let's repair his soul first, come, Alan, help my mother-in-law carry him out."
The wet body was raised to the water.
Alan's strength was not something that ordinary women could do. She picked up Yu Xing and put Yu Xing on the cloth-covered tabletop.
When Jiang Po saw him wearing pants, she was not surprised. Every move of the deducers was under her "eyes". She was sure that these people had never said a few words in the wooden barrel and slowly fell into a coma.
Alan was a little regretful.
This person seems to be a stunner? Unfortunately, this is the only person who shows his intention to test her. He is obviously a little bit short of it.
"Okay, Alan, you go out first, wait until I ask you to come in." Jiang Po stood by the table.
If you look at it from a distance, this scene looks a bit like an operating table. Yu Xing is lying on the operating table, and Jiang Po is the doctor who is about to perform the operation on him.
Alan nodded and went out, and closed the door by the way. Only Jiang Po was left in the whole room.
As soon as she hooked her fingers, a cold breath filled her body. Blood-colored patterns appeared on the empty floor. The patterns gradually connected and merged, forming a strange formation that blocked the outside world.
The temperature in the air suddenly dropped. Yu Xing closed his eyes and seemed to have a subconscious cold war because of the cold.
Jiang Po couldn't put down her body. She laughed softly, finally giving up the disguise, pinching Yu Xing's body, and a hoarse voice came from her throat, making people shudder: "What a skin... It's really a skin, I've accepted it with a smile. The risk of soul repair is so high, and no one will be questioned by that stupid girl if she fails..."
What came from her mouth was the voice of a man, old and turbid.
After being happy alone for a while, Jiang Po took out a set of silver needles from the clay pot placed on the table.
No matter what, the repair traces that should be left must be left. Otherwise, Alan would be suspicious and do unnecessary things, so she would have to kill Alan and then lose the chance to get the entire list of the resistance organization.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Thinking of the task given to him by Master Wanban, Jiang Po's face turned gloomy and cursed resentfully: "A bunch of waste, I can't even handle a resistance organization for so long, which makes me want to wear this immortal skin and deal with that stupid girl for so long!"
As she said, she had already stabbed the first needle into Yu Xing's eyebrows.
This technique is similar to acupuncture. The fine silver needles are fixed on the skin, but they do not feel obvious discomfort. There are seven silver needles in Jiang Po’s hand. The second and third ones are fixed on Yu Xing’s left and right shoulders, and the fourth one falls to his chest.
However, this one did not penetrate smoothly. The gloomy ghost energy contained in the silver needle was blocked by another strange aura. Jiang Po frowned and narrowed her old eyes and looked over carefully.
This is her favorite skin, but nothing wrong with it.
Only when she got closer did she feel something was wrong. There seemed to be a superficial confusion on the surface of this body, which could cover up the true appearance, but the confusion method was very rough, and with her means, it could be directly eliminated.
Yin Qi gathered in the palm of her palm. Jiang Po closed her eyes and outlined the corresponding shapes as the sensed breath. With a slight sound, she felt a slight clarity in front of her and opened her eyes proudly.
She wanted to see what secrets there are in this body...
Pick.
The silver needle on her hand fell to the ground because of the trembling of her hand, and shone with a cold light.
Jiang Po widened her eyes and took a step back.
What's this?
What are these?!
In her broken eyes, a terrible body was reflected.
On her chest, snake-shaped patterns were connected to the end. The simple patterns had no eyes, but Jiang Po felt a gaze on the snake's head staring at her.
On the abdomen, an indescribable strange pattern flowed with strange colors, which seemed to be awakened by her breath, spreading along the blood vessels, like eyes, mouth, and countless small tentacles.
On the right hand, the largest and most complex tree-shaped pattern had already felt the threat about the soul coming from the silver needle. The tree roots were extended, and the thick and black messy lines had already crawled all over the entire arm.
Three subtle auras all "looked" straight at Jiang Po in this instantly quiet space.