Chapter 111 The Death of the patriarch
The man sneered and glanced at the patriarch.
"What else do you want to install? Do you think you are a good person? Who doesn't know that you are a black widow? How did your master die in those years? Aren't you afraid of being known? He immediately retorted.
"You! What are you talking about? The patriarch said angrily.
The mysterious man sneered and looked at the patriarch with a disdain on his face.
"Do you still need me to say it so clearly? In those years, your master was the most famous head priest, but he disappeared in his old age. What else would happen besides you killing him? The mysterious man said with a sneer.
The patriarch gave him a white look and scolded, "Childish!"
The game atmosphere between the two sides was delicate, and the patriarch was uneasy. Why did this man suddenly ask about the whereabouts of the master? Did he already know that Zhou Xiaoxiao hid in the house where his master lived in seclusion in his later years? That's why you came to deliberately test?
Of course, the patriarch will not defend anything with such a person, and suddenly there is something in his hand. The mysterious man smiled and took a step back.
"Do you really regard yourself as a master? What else can you do to me with your three-legged cat? After the mysterious man finished speaking, he waved his sleeve lightly. The patriarch hurriedly stepped back two steps and threw out a scorpion. The mysterious man smiled indifferently, waved his hand, and a stream of white powder shot out of the sleeve. The scorpion fell to the ground and struggled twice and died.
He raised his hand casually, and another strand of white powder rushed out. The patriarch couldn't avoid it and spit out a mouthful of blood "Wow..."
"I told you that your three-legged cat's skills are even difficult to deal with children, and you dare to show off?" The mysterious man said with a sneer.
The patriarch fell to the ground and took two deep breaths. He was weak and had reached the edge of life.
"Let me ask you, that dead ghost married a daughter-in-law, right?" The mysterious man said.
The patriarch "haha..." laughed and looked sideways at the mysterious man.
"A Xing, you are still jealous of him. Although you killed him, you still can't escape his shadow!" The patriarch said.
A Xing was angry and fell his sleeves again. A stench came. The patriarch's face suddenly changed and he couldn't help but be shocked.
"Soul-eating scattered?" He shouted out.
A Xing sneered and looked at the patriarch with contemptuous eyes.
"It's a waste of you to learn the head for so many years, but you haven't learned anything substantive." A Xing said.
The patriarch smiled bitterly. He looked at A Xing and shook his head.
"Yes, I'm ashamed of my master." He said.
A Xing smiled and asked, "I ask you again, where is his wife?"
"I said, will you let go of the whole village?" The patriarch asked.
A Xing heard this, raised his head and pouted and thought for a while.
"Well, I can consider it. It depends on your attitude!" A Xing said.
The patriarch nodded and said painfully, "Okay, I'll tell you. However, please let the whole village go. She, she went to Lin'an!"
"Lin'an?" Ah Xing's eyes widened.
"Ye, Lin'an." The patriarch replied.
"Where is she going to do?" A Xing asked.
"Her hometown was already in Lin'an, and the king was aware of his fate at that time, so he asked her to go back to Lin'an!" The patriarch said.
A Xing frowned and half squatted on the ground to look at the patriarch.
"Are you telling the truth?" He asked.
"The lives of the whole village are in your hands. Why did I lie to you? What's good for me to lie to you? I don't think I'm going to be crazy about this," the patriarch said.
A Xing tilted his head and thought about it. Suddenly, there was one more thing in his hand.
"Do you think I will keep my promise?" A Xing asked.
The patriarch deliberately pretended to be shocked, looked at A Xing in horror, and shouted, "Are you going to repent?"
"What a pig. No wonder your master didn't pass on the truth to you. How much better can you be than a pig? Do you still have the face to live in the world? A Xing said with a sneer.
The patriarch looked at A Xing angrily. Suddenly, A Xing raised his hand, and there was a sharp needle in his hand!
"Do you know what this is?" A Xing asked.
The patriarch gritted his teeth and stared at A Xing fiercely.
A Xing suddenly stabbed the needle on the top of the patriarch's head. After a violent pain, the patriarch saw the gorgeous flowers in front of him. In front of him, what appeared was the sea of flowers he saw when he was young.
"This is the soul needle!"
The patriarch heard the last sentence in his life.
When the patriarch fell, A Xing quickly took out a red gourd, opened the lid, immediately pulled out the soul needle, and put the mouth of the gourd on the wound.
Immediately, he read some words in his mouth, and the patriarch's eyes became more and more blurred, until finally, his eyes showed a gray color.
A Xing patted the patriarch's head, and the patriarch's head tilted to the side. Ah Xing smiled and kicked the patriarch twice.
"Do you know why I collect souls? Your master must not have told you that such a method can increase your life, right? I still need 13 people and 13 children to live to be over 100 years old. Don't you envy me? Stupid!" After saying that, A Xing suddenly laughed out.
Suddenly, a violent heartache hit him. A Xing didn't stop and fell to the ground. He covered his chest, and big drops of sweat fell down. He held his hands to the ground, and his body was almost soft and weak.
In the firelight, A Xing looked at the reflection on the ground. One, two, three, four, one of the regiments is together, and that one should be his own. The other three shadows stood straight in front of him, and A Xing covered his chest and gasped.
The blue fog outside gradually faded. A Xing held his chest and gasped heavily. Suddenly, he stood up from the ground with a frightening cold light in his eyes.
"People in this village are going to die!" He whispered.
The next afternoon, before the sun set, Mrs. Sun lay in the arms of the old man Sun and took her last breath. Old man Sun stared at the sky with wide eyes, and his body had already hardened.
They are the last dead couple in Miaogu Village.
Before dark, there was no living animal in Miaogu Village that could breathe, and even cats, dogs and chickens had not escaped the clutches of Axing.
Blood gathered into a river, some penetrated into the soil, and some flowed in a fixed direction.
The wind blew gently, and A Xing was no longer there.
People either lie in their own homes, on the road, or by the river. Their expressions are either ferocious or serene.
You can't hear the sound of breathing. I can't hear any breathing. Life is no longer there, and they are on the way home with their souls.
With the gradual change of time, maggots crawled out of their bodies. People who have lived here for generations have finally tasted the fruit of the soil. The empty village is like an empty bottle.
People lying on the ground know one thing. They, no, someone collects their bodies for them.
Fang Shaowen believes that it is quite difficult to find Song Keren.
The little men broke their legs and looked for more than half of Jingzhao City, but failed to find Song Keren's half of his figure. Yes, how difficult is it to find a person in the vast sea of people?
Jingzhao City, the ancient capital of the previous dynasty. Naturally, this place will not be small. In a large city, looking for a person is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.
Song Keren is like a dead leaf in the sea, floating without a trace.
Fang Shaowen stood helplessly under the sun and looked at the crowd on the street helplessly. Coming and going, in a hurry, passing by is the fate of cultivation. After a hundred years of cultivation, we can cross the same boat, and for thousands of years, we can sleep together. So what about passing by? How many years does it take to practice?
Think about it, it will probably take decades.
He didn't know whether he had practiced enough and could find Song Keren. He stood foolishly on the street and looked at the crowd foolishly. The sun shone on him, leaving him with a dark reflection.
The world is still running. But there was chaos in his world.
He suddenly felt a little trance and felt that Song Keren suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Another trance, Song Keren disappeared again. The anxiety in my heart turned into dullness, dementia, forgetting time.
Compared with Fang Shaowen, Zhou Heng did not feel too anxious. He still goes to school and off school on time, and never considers whether Song Keren went there to eat or wear anything.
Zhou Heng got the first good result from the school again. The teacher said that he can take the spring exam next year. In this era, the exam requires the examination of poetry and scriptures. Zhou Heng is a little uncertain about poetry, so he is somewhat worried.
This heartless man went home with his brother as usual. Along the way, Zhou Heng thought about the exam in his head. Suddenly, he only heard Zhou Mao ask.
"Brother, your third sister-in-law has left, aren't you worried?" Zhou Mao asked.
"Hurry? What are you in a hurry for?" Zhou Heng blinked his eyes and looked at Zhou Mao stupidly.
Zhou Mao immediately said, "What's the hurry? Of course, I'm worried about whether the third sister-in-law will meet bad people. Third brother, don't tell me that you haven't thought about it. She went out alone last night. She is a woman. In case she meets a bad person, this is not a trivial matter!"
Zhou Heng glanced at Zhou Mao and said, "As long as you have a lot of things to do, it's better to put more on your studies. Look at you today, but you didn't memorize it. At this rate, you can't take the spring exam until you are 40 years old!"
Zhou Mao squeezed his lips and lowered his head embarrassedly.
Zhou Heng turned his head, and the two brothers continued to wander on the way home. Zhou Mao felt a little uncomfortable. Although he didn't like Song Keren very much, Zhou Heng's attitude was also a little too indifferent.
Is this brother's heart really made of iron? No sympathy at all?
Look at home, grandma has been nagging all morning, but don't let anything happen. Even my mother sighed, and even the two sisters-in-law secretly said whether to look for Song Keren.
Why is there no movement at all? That's strange.