People say that a cunning rabbit has three burrows, but the habit of a photo studio is more than just three burrows?
Three hundred miles east of Huiyanlin, at the inlet of a large river, there is a small fishing village, which makes a living by fishing in the river. This small and worldly village is like the number of sands in the Ganges River in Yuanlingtian.
The monks who went to high places would never take a second look at a small village like this when they occasionally passed by.
This kind of poor and scummy small fishing village can't even squeeze out a string of copper coins. To look at it again is to stain your eyes and waste your energy.
However, this village is a hidden stake in the photo studio. The purpose of its existence is to monitor Hui Yanlin's every move and prevent Mi Xi or the Mi family from doing anything harmful to the interests of the photo studio.
This was a hidden thorn in the internal surveillance system of the photo studio, and Mi Xi had no idea that such eyes and ears were buried beside her.
Hu Buwei was the young master of the photo studio, so he knew about the existence of this hidden stake.
Now he, his two younger brothers, six confidant elders, White Scorpion, and Black Lobster are hiding in a secret cave under the small fishing village.
The secret cave is not big, with a radius of only about an acre. Thousands of formations and restrictions to isolate the atmosphere are laid out overlappingly. Unless a powerful monk from the Void Realm holds a special detective spirit treasure, he can go through this place inch by inch.
A piece of land, otherwise ordinary people would never be able to notice that there is such an underground secret cave here.
Inside the secret cave, there are thirty-six coffins made of metal and painted with blood-colored paint.
A dense aura of death mixed with a hint of strange vitality was continuously sprayed out from the air holes specially left in these thirty-six coffins. The gray-white breath was like a spiritual snake, slowly blowing out of the air holes and forming a sheet on the coffins.
The twisted grimace slowly crawled back into the coffin through the air hole every hour.
There are thirty-six ‘dead shadows’ hidden inside.
This is a one-time killing weapon made by the secret technique of the photo studio... Select children with excellent talents and qualifications, nourish them with secret medicine from an early age, temper their bodies, and use the magic method to cleanse the marrow and exchange blood to help them quickly improve their cultivation. At the same time, they use
The casting method engraved the restrictions on their skin, flesh, bones, meridians and internal organs.
A shadow of death can be achieved in only twelve years of meritorious service.
They can only be driven once in a lifetime, and the time for one time is only twelve hours. During these twelve hours, they burn everything and can explode with terrifying lethality comparable to the power of the void realm.
The death shadow that was first forged had the highest lethality comparable to the power that first entered the void.
And the thirty-six dead figures in this small fishing village have been nourished in this secret cave for thousands of years using secret medicine and earth temperature. Their strength has increased by more than ten times compared to when they were first successfully forged?
If there is any change in the Mi clan of Huiyan Lin, thirty-six dead shadows are activated at the same time. Each of them can perform the killing of the late stage of the void or even the perfection state, which is enough to completely destroy the entire Huiyan Lin in an instant!
In this small secret cave, there is also a small void moving array.
This moving formation is not large in size, about the size of a saucer, but the densely packed forbidden runes around it occupy almost the entire area of the secret cave.
This is an ultra-long-distance command transfer array that goes directly to the desk of the owner of the Blood Punishment Hall in the main building of the photo studio. If an emergency occurs, the host of this fishing village can directly send the information to the top of the photo studio, and directly from the top
Receive a silence order.
In the secret cave, Hu Buwei gestured, wrote a letter on a jade slip, and threw it into the small moving formation.
A ball of dim light swirled in the moving formation, turning into a vortex the size of a plate. The jade slip was swallowed in one gulp, and then the light quickly dimmed.
Hu Haijiao, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, two knees smashed to pieces, and three flying sword wounds on his chest and abdomen, cursed in a hissing voice: "Why? Why? We are the ones suffering from the trouble caused by that bastard Hu Ping! Oh, I
Kill him!"
Hu Tianya's eyes flashed with an extremely faint golden light, and he said calmly: "If he offends the Lord, he will undoubtedly die. However, how to bring the greatest benefit to the Lord from his death must be carefully planned.
One or two.”
Hu Buwei shook the big sleeves of his new black robe and said solemnly: "What is the greatest benefit to the Lord? If we can firmly control the photo studio, this will be the greatest help to the Lord... So
, For the sake of the great cause of the Lord, brother, I will kill my relatives out of justice!"
He pointed to the sky with his right hand and said with murderous intent: "Hu Tianjun, this old ghost, has bloody hands and has killed countless evildoers. He is simply a scourge to the world... The Lord is merciful and blesses the world. If Hu Tianjun is a monster and heretic, if he continues to live
Between heaven and earth, it is simply the greatest insult to the Lord!"
White Scorpion, Black Crab, and the six elders accompanying Hu Buwei clenched their fists at the same time, their scarred faces showed an extremely determined look, their eyes flashed with light, and they shouted in unison with unusual determination: "For the Lord
Go up, kill Hu Tianjun! The young master should be in charge of the photo studio!"
Who is Hu Tianjun?
Hu Tianjun is the owner of the contemporary photo studio, and he is the biological father of Hu Buwei, Hu Haijiao and Hu Tianya!
After being transformed by Lu Qian using Buddhist secret techniques, Lu Qian just told them that he wanted to take the photo studio killer organization into his hands, let all the photo studio killers change their minds and start a new life, and let them abandon the evil profession of killers and go away.
Come to the right path!
The three eldest young men of the photo studio are now obedient to Lu Qian, and they don't even want their own father.
In an unknown place, shrouded in clouds and smoke, overlapping black palaces and pavilions extend for hundreds of miles along the winding valley. In the smoke, countless poisonous insects fly back and forth, and on the ground, various poisonous scorpions and poisonous snakes lurk quietly.
, there are also strange shadows like ghosts, appearing and disappearing in the smoke, sealing the void airtight.
This is the main building of the photo studio, and the overall architectural style is pitch black.
In the core of this pitch-black building that stretches for hundreds of miles, there is a hundred-foot-high hall, but it is covered in blood, as if it has just been washed with hot blood. The blood on the surface even gives people a strange feeling of flowing.
This is the Hall of Blood Punishment, the supervisory agency within the studio, responsible for hunting down traitors and taking charge of the supervision and punishment of the entire studio.
In the main hall of the Blood Punishment Hall, on the Danchi, there is a bloody ghost face. After the major case, Hu Tianxiong, covered in blood robes, is frowning and examining a thin investigation document in front of him.
Under the main hall, hundreds of men wearing blood-colored robes and blood-colored masks stood densely packed.
Each one of them was full of evil spirits and gloomy energy, like zombies that had been around for thousands of years, without any vitality at all.
Suddenly, Hu Tianxiong dropped the official document in his hand, pointed at the subordinates of the Blood Punishment Palace below and cursed: "This is simply fart, dereliction of duty, do you still want your heads? The separate building of the Barbarian King Palace has been here for three hundred years.
In three hundred years, not a single disciple who made any mistake or violated the rules has appeared!"
"We are a photo studio, we are killers, we are evil heretics in the eyes of the world, we are all the most vicious, ruthless, cruel, shameless, cunning, and bastard demons in the world... We are not good people.
, we are not gentlemen, we are all morally corrupt, conscientious villains and bastards!"
"We are just a group of people who are responsible for a branch of a business on a huge sect's land. Tell me, there has been no violation of regulations or disciplines in this building for three hundred years!"
"No corruption, no dereliction of duty, no deceiving superiors and deceiving subordinates, no subterfuge?"
"Not even a killer apprentice who can't stand the hardships of the training camp and wants to escape secretly?"
"So innocent? Do you believe it?"
"So clean? Can you believe it?"
"You are all pigs... How dare you put such confidential investigative documents in front of me in a branch building that has not made any mistakes in three hundred years? Did you ask me to approve it with my seal?"
More than a dozen men in blood-robed robes knelt on the ground with a bang.
A man at the front hissed: "Palace Master, please forgive me. We will allocate capable personnel to thoroughly investigate all matters, big and small, in the branch of the Barbarian King's Palace... They must be guilty!"
Hu Tianxiong nodded with satisfaction: "That's right... You must remember that in our photo studio, no one can make no mistakes. Tsk, let's just talk about me. I also... Ahem, in short, you have to
First of all, make one thing clear in your heart - everyone in the branch of the Barbarian Palace is a guilty person!"
"You can arrest a few people secretly first, torture them severely, and let them prove their innocence."
"As long as they can't prove their innocence, then they will follow the clues and arrest a few more people!"
"Go away, let me do some work!"
Hu Tianxiong waved his hand, and hundreds of blood-robed men in the hall turned around and turned into blood-colored shadows and ran out. Each of them ran faster than the other, as if there was a ghost chasing them behind them.
Hu Tianxiong sighed heavily and touched his forehead vigorously: "A group of useless idiots who don't make people worry... they come out with a big case every now and then. What's going on with the huge photo studio and our Blood Punishment Palace?
?”
"You have to find something to do if you have nothing to do. Kill a few people if you have nothing to do. Then people will be afraid of our Blood Punishment Palace, and then they will support us in the Blood Punishment Palace, and there will be a steady stream of filial piety!"
"My brain is broken...the rules of the photo studio? Oh, the rules are bullshit! The only rules of the photo studio are whoever sharpens the knife faster, whoever has more people holding the knife, and whoever says it is the rule...
"
"The rules of my Blood Punishment Hall are that if I say you are not guilty, you will be innocent; if I say you are guilty, you will be guilty... If I want you to live, you will live; if I want you to die, you will die... If you don't want to be guilty,
If you don’t want to die, you have to treat me, Hu Tianxiong, as your ancestor!”
"This is the rule!"
'Ding'!
From the corner of the long case with a ghost face in front of Hu Tianxiong, a faint light spurted out from a small movement formation, and a jade slip quickly sprayed towards his cheek.
Hu Tianxiong was stunned and said in shock: "Is there really someone who committed a crime and was reported to the police? What unlucky fool, hey..."
He grabbed the jade slip, hurriedly browsed the letters inside, and then his eyes widened suddenly!
