Duofu's hands were tied behind his back, and he fell to the ground, looking at the man in front of him in horror.
He was also sitting on the ground, but his clothes were neatly pulled up, and he still had a graceful and unrestrained demeanor.
I don’t know who came here to worship today and placed a small jar of wine in front of the shrine. Mingsan picked it up and pulled out the stopper, lowered his head and smelled it, and said with a smile: "This wine is quite mellow."
He raised his head and took a sip, exhaled a long breath, and said to Duofu: "I never drink alcohol, do you know why?"
Duofu didn't answer. Mingsan's look made her very scared.
"Because drinking makes people lose control," Ming San said, "and I don't allow myself to make mistakes."
He looked up at the crescent moon in the sky: "Today's moon is very similar to that day. I came back from Beihu after all the hard work, and there was a tail behind me. I knew that if I didn't kill him, all the years of hard work would be in vain. He
Followed me to Baoling Temple... Haha, the golden secret agent of the Imperial City Division, he probably doesn't take me seriously, right? How can a scholar escape from his clutches? "
"Such contempt was very beneficial to me. So I deliberately let him see the thing, and sure enough, he couldn't help but restrain me. I pretended to be scared and took him back to Ming's house to get the key.
For some reason, he was tricked into entering Yu Fangyuan."
"I have set a trap in Yu Fangyuan a long time ago, waiting for him to fall into the trap. The best master in the Imperial City Division? Haha, no matter how strong the master is, he will be unable to recover if he is attacked."
Hearing this, Duofu already understood.
"Three, the third master! You are the third master!"
Mingsan smiled: "You know so much!"
Duofu was present when Gengsan summoned the soul. She just didn't react quickly enough, and she wasn't really stupid. After hearing so much, she never thought of it.
Duofu mustered up his courage: "Why...why do you do this?"
"Because I'm unwilling!" Ming San whispered softly, as if he was having a heart-to-heart conversation with her, "God gave me intelligence, but didn't give me the space to display it, and the reason is so ridiculous. This dynasty is so boring.
It’s better to change it.”
He took another sip of wine: "It turns out that the feeling of drinking is like this. When you are drunk, it is easy to forget your worries. However, this should be the first and last time I indulge myself. For such indulgence in life, once is enough.
.”
At this point, the sound of gentle footsteps came from the night wind.
Mingsan put down the small wine jar and slowly stood up.
"Good girl," he stared at the stone steps and said to Duofu, "I wonder why you have listened to the master for so long. For so many years, you have never said these words to anyone. Now that you say them out, it makes me feel a lot more relaxed.
Even if you are in trouble, I will remember you."
When the last word was said, the person walking at the front had already appeared on the stone platform.
"Mingsan..."
"Miss!" Duofu shouted.
"Don't move." Ming San took a step back and was standing on the magic circle. At some point, he held a dagger in his hand, facing his other wrist, "Be careful, don't be scared.
If I shake my hand and let out blood, the evil spirit inside will break through the formation and come out."
Yang Shu looked at Mingwei.
Mingwei nodded slightly to indicate that he was not lying.
The blood evil is so thick, it means that the magic circle has been almost destroyed. If the blood drips at this time, it is like water dripping into a frying pan, and the evil spirits inside will be stimulated and break the formation immediately.
Ming San looked at the people coming up with a smile: "You came earlier than I thought. I thought that by the time you came out, the evil spirits would have been released."
"Because you are unlucky," Mingwei said. "It just so happened that you were seen setting fire, so someone came to see us."
"Is that so?" Ming San laughed, "It's true, God is not on my side."
"So, stop struggling and admit defeat." Yang Shu advised, "I can make the decision and give you a decent way to die."
"In April of the 18th year of Yongjia, on the day of Jiayin in April, King Jiang Kun of the Eastern Qi Dynasty summoned Ming Xin to murder Jiang Wenfeng, the imperial censor. The Imperial City Secretary tried to persuade Yang Shu, but he failed, and Ming Xin died." Ming San read out this passage, "
Does Young Master Yang intend to leave my name in history in this way?"
"You think too much." Yang Shu said, "Jiang Kun can just leave a hundred words in the history books. How can I give you a place?"
"..."
"Hey!" Mingwei glanced at him, "They are threatening us with their lives, can you give me some face?"
"Okay, okay!" Yang Shu happily obeyed, "I'm wrong, I can write whatever you want."
This childlike tone was extremely perfunctory.
Ming San shook his head: "That's all, if I don't compete with you, it won't be interesting until now."
"Since you find it boring, why bother struggling like this?" Yang Shu said.
Ming San smiled and said: "It is the instinct of living beings to be greedy for life. Even chickens and ducks have to struggle before death, let alone humans?"
"That makes sense." Mingwei replied absentmindedly.
At this moment, a firework shot into the sky, then a second and a third.
Seeing this, Ming San burst out laughing: "Young man, haven't you learned your lesson just now? I've said so many words here, haven't you thought that I'm delaying time again? They have already buried the evil weapon, it's my turn
Got it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed the dagger in his hand without hesitation.
"Ming San!" Yang Shu flicked his fingers, and a meteor dart flew out and hit the dagger.
The dagger had just scratched the skin and was stained with some blood. Ming San loosened his hand and could no longer hold the dagger, so he fell to the ground.
Yang Shu was shocked, his figure flashed forward, and he rushed forward to catch the dagger.
He threw himself on the magic circle and grasped it within a hair's breadth.
"Hahahaha!" He laughed out loud, "Mingsan, you didn't expect me to catch it, did you? Now your efforts have been in vain!"
Two guards took this opportunity to rush forward and hold Ming San down.
Mingwei didn't smile.
The moment Yang Shu fell to the ground, the bloody light suddenly turned red, and a strong and sinister aura rushed towards his face.
"What's wrong?" Yang Shu noticed that her face looked ugly, "I caught it!"
Mingwei pointed at his waist: "Are you injured there?"
Yang Shu lowered his head and saw that the color on his face instantly faded away.
That's right, when he was in the Sutra Pavilion, he was slashed on the waist. The blood seeped out and hit the magic circle.
so……
He lowered his head and saw that the magic circle under his feet was getting redder and redder.
The evil spirit has been released.
"Hahahaha!" Mingsan laughed this time, "Man is not as good as God. God has not failed me too much. It is worth it to see this scene before I die!"
Without saying a word, Mingwei took out a magic talisman and shot it with a snap of his fingers.
The blood demon was stimulated by the magic talisman, and after accumulating strength for so long, it finally broke out of the formation, turned into blood light, and threw it towards Mingwei.
A smile appeared on Mingwei's lips.
Come on, she has a special constitution. If the evil spirit enters her body, it will be difficult to get out. As long as she keeps her heart, she can slowly eliminate it.