The rain stopped, and the water droplets falling along the eaves fell like pearls, splashing in the underground pool. The wind blew away the rain and dew, and also blew away the blood and murder in the ruined house.
In front of Xia Shang and Cao Deng, Long Er stood with his hands behind his back. His expression could not be seen in the dark, but it was like a ghost in the night that made people feel terrified in their hearts.
There were still blood stains on the ground, but the arrow wounds on his body had healed at some point.
Xia Shang was still alive, and he smelled the strong poisonous smell of blood on the ground. He knew that the arrow he just shot was effective.
I thought that Cao Deng was dying after being infected with this poison, but Long Er looked as usual and remained motionless, which shows that this Dzogchen Master is really not an ordinary person.
Seeing this, Xia Shang smiled bitterly, but there was an intriguing and deeper meaning in the bitter smile. It was pitch dark at this moment, and no one noticed it.
Xia Shang was shocked by Long Er's ability, and Long Er was also surprised by Xia Shang's ability.
A young boy who had never seen martial arts, actually survived a full blow by himself and was not yet unconscious.
All this depends on the golden silkworm armor on the body and the three true qi in the body.
In terms of defensive power, Xia Shang was no worse than any warrior, especially when it came to resisting the impact of internal forces.
The noise tonight had already startled the guests of the inn. The empty inn was full of sounds, deserted and cold, dark, and the atmosphere was extremely weird.
Long Er waved one hand, and the oil lamp lying in the corner was lit. The light reappeared in the room, and all kinds of things in this dilapidated house came into view. Outside the collapsed wall, the night wind was blowing, the rain and fog were hazy, and further away in the darkness
Deep as a black hole.
Not to mention the mess and dilapidation of the room, only that room was still intact. Seeing that Long Er's face was pale and he was covering his heart from time to time with the arrow wound, it made him feel uncomfortable.
Xia Shang and Long Er's eyes were exactly opposite each other. Although one was highly skilled in martial arts, there was a lot of confusion in his eyes. The other was dying, but his mind was clear and everything was in his heart.
Long Er was puzzled: "How do you know I will kill you?"
Xia Shang grinned and did not answer. At this moment, regardless of life or death, it was also an achievement to be able to make Long Er feel a little doubtful in his grand perfection.
Long Er frowned: "Did you kill Lu Xun?"
"I...I am already like this, why do I still ask those people?"
Xia Shang answered calmly, but Cao Deng's eyes widened: "You... you... you killed Lu Xun? Why... why did he pass the first position to you? Cough cough cough..."
After saying this, Cao Deng couldn't bear the pain and spat out several mouthfuls of black blood.
After vomiting blood, Cao Deng, who had been hit by Xia Shang's arrow, seemed to be affected by the poisonous Qigong. His whole body suddenly twitched on the ground, and his withered yellow nails were tearing crazily on the ground.
"So... so powerful... poison! Boy, you... you... you..."
Grass lantern cannot die!
Seeing that Cao Deng was about to take off his breath, Long Er's expression changed drastically. He quickly grabbed his arm and hit his arrow wound with his palm. Kuangba Zhenqi rushed in crazily, vowing to force out the poisonous energy.
How terrifying is Long Er's Qi?
This palm forced a mouthful of black blood out of Cao Deng, and the room was filled with a stench.
Long Er frowned, fearing that Cao Deng wouldn't be able to withstand the impact of this palm.
Long Er never thought about the current situation. He never imagined that Xia Shang was so difficult to deal with and would almost disrupt all his plans.
Fortunately, Cao Deng was an unusual person who managed to breathe his last breath after wandering between life and death.
Cao Deng was caught by Long Er and sat down at the table: "If you write the first half of the Book of Heaven for me now, I will spare your life. Today, I can make an exception for you and let you escape from my hands alive. This is
The last chance I give you."
With that said, Long Er put down the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he had brought with him and placed them in front of Caodeng.
Cao Deng smiled bitterly, unable to think too much in his weakness, and silently picked up the pen.
For some reason, Cao Deng's movements were very stiff, and it was very difficult for him to write even a single word. He probably still had some residual poison left in him.
Long Er didn't care, he had plenty of time, as long as Cao Deng wrote the first half of the Book of Heaven honestly.
What Long Er said to Cao Deng made Xia Shang understand.
"It turns out that those texts are called the "Book of Heaven"...are they only the first half of the volume? Who has the second half of the volume?"
Without giving Cao Deng any thought, Long Er turned his attention to Xia Shang: "As for you... I want to understand one thing. What happened between you and Lu Xun? Why did he die? How did you get the waist card?"
Xia Shang tried to move his hands and feet. Although it was extremely painful, he still sat up cross-legged because he didn't like the feeling of being stepped on his head.
Xia Shang was silent and did not speak for a while.
Long Er sneered: "You are very good, you can hurt me. You are worthy of inheriting Lu Xun's waist. Although you are much younger than Lu Xun and don't know martial arts, you are no weaker than Lu Xun. Your
My mind is far superior to that of Lu Xun, and I am qualified to inherit that belt. In fact, I don't care who killed Lu Xun, but the emperor wants to know what happened. After all, every head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate is the emperor's direct confidant.
If you can give me a satisfactory explanation, I might let you go."
"Let me go?" Xia Shang thought silently, but this was not what Long Er really thought.
Xia Shang knew very well that Long Er would not let him go. He just wanted to know the answer so that he could go back and make a deal. Because the other party had no scruples about the previous blow and had no intention of letting him go.
Knowing that the other party was just talking, Xia Shang still said it. He spoke very slowly. He wanted to tell the story between him and Lu Xun from beginning to end, not because the story was worth remembering, but because Xia Shang needed time.
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The light of the fallen oil lamp in the corner gradually dimmed, but the morning light rose in the mountains and sky outside the broken wall...
The story of Xia Shang and Lu Xun continues, and the writing of Cao Deng seems to have been completed.
Compared with Lu Xun's story, the first half of the Book of Heaven is more attractive to Long Er.
Long Er was reading the content on the paper at the table. When he saw the key points, he was fully immersed in it, not caring about Xia Shang and Cao Deng.
Xia Shang had recovered a lot after a night. At this moment, he was paying attention to Cao Deng and found that Cao Deng had experienced the stiffness when he first picked up a pen to write. Now he seemed to have recovered a lot, and the movements of his hands and feet were back to normal, but he was weak and unable to resist.
Cao Deng walked to Xia Shang and sat down on the spot. The two of them looked at each other and had nothing to say.
After looking at Caodeng, Xia Shang looked at Long Er again, watching his every move.
There is a lot of content in the first half of the Book of Heaven, and it cannot be written on a single piece of paper.
Long Er quickly finished reading the first page, and when he was flipping through the second chapter, Long Er repeated it several times before opening the paper.
This was just an ordinary action, but Xia Shang's pupils shrank, and he felt a little restless about to burst out.
At this time, Cao Deng seemed to have discovered something.
But what he focused on was not Long Er, but what was directly under the square table.
There is a ball of incense ash somewhere!
The incense ash doesn't mean anything, but why does it appear right under the square table?
Judging from the shape of the incense ashes, it was obvious that they had just fallen and were still in the shape of incense sticks. However, there was only one incense stick unique to the Metropolitan Procuratorate that was lit on the table in the house. But the incense ashes should have fallen on the table, and they could not have fallen.