The Demon Mausoleum of Western Xia Chapter 8 The Thousand-handed Bodhisattva (Part 2)
Zhou Tianling wanted to continue asking, so I clicked my tongue, winked at him, and shook my head, meaning forget it and stop asking.
After the boss moved all the corpses out, I closed the door and said, "Okay, it's good that the store doesn't bully customers. Doing business in Peiping is not simple or easy, and we make a lot of money. This boss clearly doesn't want to
To cause trouble, if we leave by train today, this boss will definitely leak the information to the mastermind behind the scenes, trying to get the best of both worlds. Those who figure things out are all Tai Chi practitioners, and being direct with them won't work."
Zhou Tianling rolled his eyes, as if it was a plan, "Tsk! So you mean we can just follow the carriage transporting the body?"
I raised the corners of my mouth slightly and sneered, "Is there a better way? But I have a question for you."
Zhou Tianling looked at me warily and said, "What question do you ask me? These guys must be here for you, especially you. The person behind the scenes is not so stupid as to want to take advantage of him."
As he spoke, he glanced at Shangguan Jielong who was lying on the bed, and continued: "I've been here for so many days without any problems, and they can accurately find your room. It seems that they have been monitoring you for a long time.
, maybe now..."
At this point, he suddenly leaned on my ear and said, "Maybe there is that person's spy among the clerks in this store. Didn't you notice just now that the two clerks have been staring at the guy on the bed? We'd better
Retreat now and leave their surveillance range!"
"Where to run away? If he could have left, he would have left long ago!" I turned my head and glanced at Shangguan Jielong, then turned my head back, "Can you fucking stop interrupting! That's not the question I'm asking, just give it to me
Be honest, otherwise I won't get involved in the matter of your mountain-moving sect. This kind of favor can be extended to the living, but it is fart to do it to the dead, so you'd better be honest, you know?"
Zhou Tianling gritted his teeth and frowned as if he had made a lot of determination, "Then you ask!"
Seeing that he was trying to show off to me, I punched him, "What? You asked me to save your family's lives, and you lied to me. This pocket coffin is for the souls of the dead, but you said before that it was Taoist bone relics."
, don’t you think a thousand words are enough?”
Zhou Tianling made a teasing expression, put his hands on his hips and glared at me angrily, "Hey, I said it was unreasonable to speak. I didn't finish speaking at that time, and your second prince kicked me out. Can you blame me? This, I
The jade pocket coffin that my grandfather got did not contain the soul of a dead person! It contained a femur bone, and inside it was a shining golden insect, which was still alive! But who knew that after my grandfather and the others saw the insect, they
Their minds become confused, as if their yin and yang eyes have been opened, and they often hear and see visions, which makes them sleepless at night. Many elders cannot bear it anymore and have chosen to commit suicide for relief."
Huh? A shiny golden insect? I groped my chin and muttered silently, "I'm afraid it's not a golden cicada..."
"That's right! My grandfather also said so, but Jin Chanzi is the most important treasure of Qi Ling Sect. Without a specific portrait, we can only guess. My grandfather said that they should have been infected by Qi Ling Insect. Qi Ling Insect.
Specializing in eating offal, my grandfathers all relied on the ancestral pharmacy to survive. Later, after consulting the family's notes, I found out that Aunt Jinxiang, who grew up in the Qilian Mountains, could kill spiritual insects, but Aunt Jinxiang
It’s just a very yin mushroom that must be equipped with a medicinal primer to bring out its toxicity.”
I squinted my eyes, and a chill suddenly rose up in my heart for no reason, "The golden cicada can copy and store people's memories. If I thought correctly, the Taoist actually wanted to protect this golden cicada, and this
Jin Chanzi may represent a person! It is very likely that he was a clone of Cao Cao back then! Then let me ask you, did you also bring Jin Chanzi to Peiping?"
He seemed to understand what I meant, but he was not sure and took a step back in fear! "Guo Zan, what do you want to do?"
