Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty-Eight to Pay, Not to Pay?
How many corpses can be covered with dense corpses? There must be countless numbers. Can so many corpses be raised in captivity in a short period of time?
How many dead bodies need to be stolen? In modern society, you have to raise dozens of them is the limit, because although many people die, more than 90% of them will definitely be cremated, unless they are in remote rural areas or in mountain valleys.
Because the government cannot supervise the government, it is possible to bury the land, but the burial is basically no longer visible in the city. Even the leaders in high positions must go to Babao Mountain.
The corpses in the Yang family’s ancestral tombs all came from the war years decades ago. In modern times, only in that year, a large number of dead people could be found. The only purpose of the Yang family raising these corpses in captivity is to protect the Yang family’s ancestral tombs.
Used to prevent Feng Shui from being destroyed by outsiders.
It doesn’t matter how many corpses die, but half or more than half of them die?
Can't you feel sad, can't you feel hurt?
It may take some effort to deal with the corpse, but if it were Xiang Que, who could condense the true fire of Samadhi, the corpse can burn a large area of it. This kind of fire is a natural enemy to them.
A cluster of hot flames suddenly rose in the palm of Xiangque, jumping and burning. Wang Kunlun and Wang Xuanzhen could not stand the scorching of Samadhi True Fire and quickly retreated. For this true fire that could burn all things in the legend
It's quite thud and even if it gets stuck with bone residue, it can burn nothing.
"Swish, swish, swish" bounced at Que's finger three times, and three clusters of flames suddenly scattered towards the corpse. As soon as the flame fell into the corpse, it seemed like it was put into a oil pan, and a large fire began to spread.
Spreading around.
"Ji, Ji, Ji····" The corpse was burned and screamed in pain and instantly turned into ashes. In the blink of an eye, a clearing was burned out of the place where the Samadhi True Fire fell.
Outside the ancestral grave, an old man's mouth twitched, and a few drops of cold sweat fell down his forehead. There was a kind of pain you couldn't describe how it hurts. This kind of pain was called heartache.
Xiang Que said very accurately. This knife really hit the old man's heart. These corpses were accumulated by the Yang family for nearly a hundred years, especially in recent years, there is no production, so it's okay to die a few.
, it would be a luxury to die a few dozen or more, but it would be a bit fatal. What if it was half?
Xiang Que only pointed out three clusters of true fire and stopped, but he didn't get enough time to get more, but nearly one-third of the corpse died.
Wang Xuanzhen said unhappily: "Are you planning to come back after a break or have you been silent?"
"I really burned all the money, so the three of us don't think about going out." He stopped and gave the other party a warning, and also told the other party that I have the ability to burn all your corpse.
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But Xiang Quezhen wanted to burn all the corpses to death, which might have triggered the other party's bottom line. In a rage, he might have taken ruthless measures to deal with them.
As soon as the true fire dissipated, one-third of the dead corpse faded away quickly, and no one left in an instant. The yin thing like corpse is most afraid of fire, while the Samadhi True Fire is the most yang and hottest in the world.
The flames are their natural enemies. Even if they don’t burn them, they just feel them. The corpse will run away in a hurry.
The Feng Shui array in the ancestral tomb suddenly disappeared and the scene returned to its original state.
"Old Xiang, you really sent me here too much. You won't be so troublesome if you go there yourself." Wang Xuanzhen felt that he was quite embarrassed. He didn't know how much a slap in the face when the person came.
"I take you, the top gold-touching captain, for granted," Xiang Que said with a slant.
"Do you know, chatting like this will make you lose friends?"
An old man walked over slowly with his hands behind his back and hunched over.
The three of them looked over, especially Xiang Que's expression suddenly shook. He could not see the depth of the other party and felt a deep sense of fear in his bones.
Although this old man looked like he was walking into the coffin with one foot, he was a little scared when he stood there even as fierce as Wang Kunlun was such a fierce war criminal.
This is human instinct.
The sixth sense tells us that all the fears of living things are innate.
The thief would feel guilty when he saw the police. The students who made mistakes would tremble when they saw the teacher. The men who were afraid that their wives would go to the washboard to find the one they would take the initiative to find.
Feng Shui Yin-Yang Masters will also feel fear when they see masters who are more than one level higher than themselves.
He is not afraid of being focused on his mind, he has all means.
This old man is definitely a yin because he has no intention of resisting.
A pair of turbid eyes swept around the three of them and finally fell on Xiang Que's body.
"You burned these little things I raised. Have you checked how many of them were when you died?" The old man stretched out a finger and pointed at him: "Samadhi True Fire, not bad, it's not bad. It's considered that you can refine Samadhi True Fire at this age.
It's very rare, no wonder you dare to break into the mountain so recklessly. I guess you have a lot to rely on."
"Old sir, I don't have a good calculation and my memory is not very good." Xiang Que smiled.
"Then I'll calculate it for you. There are 123,864 corpses in total, 21,532 died, and a large part of the remaining ones were frightened.
I won't forget you if I'm sluggish."
Wang Xuan was speechless and asked, "Uncle, how did you get this number? My mental arithmetic is not so fast."
"I'm talking nonsense," the old man glanced at him and said, "How much death is not the point, the point is that a lot of deaths are dead. Young people, you should know how hard-earned corpse is, right?"
"Ah, it's quite rare." Xiang Que told the truth.
"I'll come on you one, how about it?" the old man asked with his head raised.
The three of them looked at each other, and the corpse was broken. He said he had died for more than 20,000 yuan. That means more than 20,000 yuan was used to them. Not to mention humans, even a target was stabbed hundreds or thousands of times by a knife, which was like a hornet's nest.
Yes.
"Uncle, why don't I find two old ladies to come to them? A woman can suck soil when she sits in the ground with a thirty or forty or fifty. You can do it a few times if you want to do it, but our small body really can't hold it.
Ah,” Wang Xuanzhen said with his little triangle eyes blinking.
"Noise"
Xiang Que looked at him and said, "Old sir, just say you're going to kill us."
"Your lives? Are you valuable? Can you get those corpses back? What I want to give you is this tone?" the old man said calmly.
"No, it's not this tone." Xiang Que shook his head and said calmly: "You have a demand, right? The corpse is just an excuse. Even if I really pay you these corpse, would you?"
The old man suddenly smiled gloomy and said, "You know what I want, hand it over and I'll let you go."
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