Eight hundred and fortieth chapters Deng Yong's true face
"Boss Qin, do you have any ideas?"
After leaving the courtyard, the outside was indeed full of banquets. Qin Yu, Tank and Hu Lao Er found a table next to them and sat down. Hu Lao Er couldn't wait to ask.
Qin Yu glanced at Tan Jianchun, who was standing not far away. Tan Jianchun was whispering something to two young men. He knew without listening that he must have asked the two young men to stare at the three of them.
"Hu Laoer, please give me Xia Xiaotian's horoscope."
"Xia Xiaotian's birth date is Xinwei, Wuxu, Yihai, Jiashen." Hu Laoer thought for a moment and replied.
After hearing Hu Laoer's answer, Qin Yu picked up a bowl from the table, poured a cup of hot water, then took out a talisman from his arms, and held the talisman at an angle that the two young men beside him could not see.
Throw it into a bowl.
When the talisman entered the water, it burned with a loud roar, but because it was blocked by Qin Yu's palm, only Tank and Hu Laoer, who were sitting nearest, saw it.
After the fire flashed, Qin Yu used chopsticks to write Xia Xiaotian's birth date in the water, and finally blew into the bowl.
When the water in the bowl returned to calmness again, Hu Laoer and the two of them stared at the bowl with their eyes wide open, as if they had seen something incredible.
Under the mist of hot water in the bowl, a picture appeared, and this picture was very familiar to them. They were two miniature versions of human faces. They were none other than Tan Desheng and that Taoist priest Deng in the courtyard.
This scene made the two of them look at each other. How could those two faces appear in this bowl? Hu Laoer couldn't figure it out and asked Qin Yu in a low voice: "Boss Qin, what's going on?"
"You'll know after reading it."
Qin Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and did not answer Hu Laoer's question directly. Instead, he placed the sword finger in his right hand on the edge of the bowl of water, shaking it gently.
"The picture has changed again?" Hu Laoer soon discovered that the picture in the water had changed again. Daochang Deng's face disappeared, leaving only Tan Desheng's face there...
"Daozhang Deng, what should we do now?" After driving away Hu Laoer, Tan Desheng asked Deng Yong.
"It's very simple. You take this knife and cut off Xia Xiaotian's arms. Without both arms, Xia Xiaotian's soul will have to rely on your son." Deng Yong replied calmly.
"Okay, then I'll go find a knife now." Tan Desheng was also a ruthless person. After saying that, he walked inside.
After Tan Desheng left, Deng Yong stared at Xia Xiaotian's body, his eyes sparkling, his mouth corners raised, showing a proud smile, and whispered to himself: "This time I can kill this Tan Desheng properly, this Tan Desheng should be
Having been the village chief for so many years, he has a lot of money."
Outside the compound, Hu Laoer looked at Deng Yong talking in the mirror, but because there was no sound, he couldn't understand what Deng Yong said, but Tank, who had learned lip reading, could understand it.
Tank looked at Qin Yu, "Mr. Qin, this Taoist priest..."
"Just keep reading."
Qin Yu waved his hand and did not let Tank continue. Tank could see what Deng Yong was saying, and he could see it too.
The three of them continued to look into the bowl. After Deng Yong said this, he secretly took out a paper bag from his arms. Then they saw Deng Yong getting closer and closer, and a pair of arms were enlarged and displayed in the bowl.
"Why is it blocked from view? What is this Taoist Master Deng doing?" Hu Laoer asked doubtfully.
"The pictures we are seeing now can all be seen by Xia Xiaotian. We cannot see the pictures that Xia Xiaotian cannot see."
Qin Yu answered casually, but his words made Hu Laoer startled. The scene they saw in the bowl now was what Xia Xiaotian saw. Doesn't that mean...
Thinking of this possibility, Hu Laoer shuddered all over and quickly drank a sip of hot tea, but his whole body still started to get cold. This was too scary.
Soon, Deng Yong's face appeared in the bowl again. Deng Yong stood aside again, and Tan Desheng was back with a kitchen knife in his hand.
"Director Deng, here's the knife for you." Tan Desheng held the kitchen knife and handed it to Deng Yong.
"What are you doing for me? It's you who do this. It's you who arranges a secret marriage for your son, not me." Deng Yong didn't answer the question and refused directly.
"I've never done this..." Tan Desheng said a little embarrassed.
"You haven't done it and neither have I. Time waits for no one. If the auspicious time for burial has passed, it was your fault."
When Deng Yong said this, Tan Desheng gritted his teeth, quickly walked to Xia Xiaotian's body, raised the kitchen knife in his hand, aimed at Xia Xiaotian's arm, closed his eyes and chopped it down hard.
However, he did not feel the expected resistance. Tan Desheng only felt a light touch on his hand. When he opened his eyes and took a look, he found that Xia Xiaotian's arm was intact, but the kitchen knife in his hand suddenly became narrower.
Two thirds.
"This... this, Daoist Deng, what's going on?" Tan Desheng asked Deng Yong for help with some fear.
"Hey, it seems that Xia Xiaotian's soul is still alive and she came to protect her body. I'm afraid it will be difficult to cut off her arm. This dark marriage will never happen. Village Chief Tan, give up. Your son is doomed.
I will be all alone in the underworld." Deng Yong shook his head and sighed, saying helplessly.
"How can that be done? Daoist Master Deng, I know you must have a way. Please help me." After hearing what Deng Yong said, Tan Desheng became anxious and begged quickly.
"It's not that I won't help. I've already lost three years of practice by giving you this idea. If I cut off Xia Xiaotian's arm again, ten years of practice will be lost."
Although Deng Yong spoke in a helpless tone, Tan Desheng understood the key point. This Taoist priest Deng had a way to cut off Xia Xiaotian's hand.
"Daozhang Deng, if you can help me, I am willing to pay another 100,000 yuan for you, Taoist Deng." Tan Desheng rolled his eyes and said.
"This is not a question of money, Village Chief Tan. I know you feel sorry for your son. Originally, I could no longer interfere in this matter, but as the saying goes, God has the beauty of adulthood. I believe in your love for your son.
I can see it too."
When Deng Yong said this, he looked at Tan Desheng. Tan Desheng quickly showed a pleading look and bowed several times to Deng Yong.
"Okay, I'll sacrifice ten years of practice, and you give me the kitchen knife."
After receiving the kitchen knife handed over by Tan Desheng, Deng Yong did not chop off Xia Xiaotian's arm in a hurry. Instead, he held the kitchen knife on his chest and began to recite scriptures.
It took more than a quarter of an hour for Deng Yong to think about this. During this period, Tan Desheng did not dare to rush him. He just stood aside and waited anxiously. If he disturbed Daoist Deng from reciting sutras and casting spells, it would be a greater sin.
"Ashes return to dust, soil returns to earth. Today, my disciple cut off Xia Xiaotian's arms with a knife. I have no choice but to do so. The head of the Tan family is eager to protect his son, and his sincerity touches heaven. In order for the second son of the Tan family to have a companion in the underworld, the disciple is willing to sacrifice his life."
After ten years of practice, I still hope that Taoist ancestors can help me."
Deng Yong said this last part in a loud voice. Tan Desheng on the side also heard it, with an excited look on his face, and thought to himself: "This Taoist priest Deng is such a good person. I must give him more compensation later."
"Crack!"
After Deng Yong finished speaking, he slowly raised the kitchen knife above his head with both hands. Tan Desheng looked at the kitchen knife and saw a dazzling light emitting from the blade. Although the light appeared for a short time, it still made him subconsciously close his eyes.
Eyes, because the light is too dazzling.
Tan Desheng was sure that this was not the light reflected by the blade. Just when he was confused, Deng Yong looked at him and explained: "The light just now was caused by Dao Ancestor who heard my words and agreed. The white light was blessed by Dao Ancestor here."
On the kitchen knife, now this kitchen knife can cut off Xia Xiaotian's arm."
"Really, that's great." Tan Desheng's face showed joy, "Thank you for your hard work, Director Deng."
"Okay, now let me chop off Xia Xiaotian's arm."
Deng Yong walked to Xia Xiaotian's body. From an angle that Tan Desheng couldn't see, he showed a proud look on his face and said secretly: "This Tan Desheng is indeed rich. When he is buried later, he should find another opportunity to trap him."
One stroke."
What Tan Desheng didn't know was that the reason why he kept cutting off Xia Xiaotian's arm, and why the kitchen knife narrowed by two-thirds, as if it melted, was because Deng Yong sprinkled liquid on Xia Xiaotian's arm.
A special chemical potion.
This chemical potion is colorless and odorless, and will not cause harm to the body. However, the biggest feature of this potion is that it can melt any metal object. As long as it is metal, it will melt immediately when it touches the potion.
Tan Desheng didn't know, and because Deng Yong was fooling him, he naturally believed in the so-called theory that Xia Xiaotian's ghost was causing trouble. In fact, the main reason why Deng Yong could recite scriptures for a quarter of an hour was because of the evaporation period of the potion.
It only takes about a quarter of an hour. After a quarter of an hour, the potion will evaporate from Xia Xiaotian's clothes.
And Deng Yong had deceived many family members by relying on this kind of chemical potion, and he was already familiar with it. Coupled with Tan Desheng's preconceptions, he naturally would not see the flaw.
"Village Chief Tan, keep an eye on it."
Deng Yong raised the kitchen knife, greeted Tan Desheng, and slashed Xia Xiaotian's arm with the knife.
Outside the yard!
Qin Yu, who was sitting on the table and had been looking at the scene in the bowl, was no longer indifferent when he saw Deng Yong raising the kitchen knife. Qin Yu picked up the chopsticks, inserted them into the water, and quickly drew runes in the bowl.
He also put his left index finger into the bowl and directly forced a drop of blood into the bowl of water...
PS: The update is late. If there are still book friends who are waiting for the update, I apologize. I have been stuck for a long time. I originally planned to write it tomorrow, but I thought I had already said there would be an update in the early morning. If I don’t finish it, I will publish it.
If so, it would be a big sin to make the waiting book lovers wait in vain.
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