Chapter 6 The Determination to Assassination

The formula of the soul needle is not very long, but the handprints used with it are relatively complicated. Hundreds of birds rush to see the devil's palms turn over, which is illusory. In the end, it is like the posture of Buddha picking flowers, throwing his hands to attack.

Both the practiced fingerprints and the fingerprints using the soul needle are very important, because it is related to the cohesion of soul ideas, the operation channel of ghost refining power, and why it operates. For example, killing the enemy with a soul needle, without a flower seal, even if there is a strong ghost refining power, it can't condense into a thin needle, let alone from the index finger.

It took a whole half day to remember the practice of the flower seal and the soul needle. He remembered the fingering and changes of the flower seal, and he could also draw it out, but it was very stiff and lacked a sense of proficiency.

He felt that it was far from enough, but it fell into the eyes of the devil, but it was another feeling. Looking at Bai Niaochong, who repeatedly learned the flower seal and recited the heart method, he said in his heart, "This boy is really a natural ghost refiner. In just half a day, he learned to pick the flower seal. In those years, it took several days to remember it and use it."

What does Yan Gui feel in his heart? Bai Niao Chong doesn't want to figure it out. When he realized that he had almost mastered it, he stopped learning to pick flower prints, but displayed the cultivation handprints and began the practice of ghost power.

If he wants to assassinate a King Kong-level warrior like Rota with a soul needle, he must first have a strong enough ghost refining power. Otherwise, he can't even use the soul needle. What can he take to kill people who are far stronger than him?

Looking at Bai Niaochong not wasting any time, a faint smile appeared on Yan Gui's face. From Bai Niao Chong, he saw his own shadow in those years.

It's only half an hour before the end of the day's practice. After picking a fiery grass, he returned to the forest farm. The blood stains on the shoulders have long dried up, leaving a dark red blood stain.

Looking at Bainiao Chong coming out of the wood, Rota, who was dragging a piece of wood, stopped and looked at Bainiao Chong with a sinister look. But he was not sure that he caused the wound on the hundred birds on his shoulder, and because of such suspicion, his face became more and more ferocious.

Walking by, Bai Niao Chong did not look at Rota, but observed his every move with the afterglow of the corners of his eyes.

"Bai Niao Chong, why are you injured?" Nie Qian asked hypocritically.

Bainiao rushed, "I accidentally fell, and my shoulder just hit a sharp rock. Well, I'm not lucky." He deliberately told the story of the injury very carefully, so as not to make Rota more suspicious.

"What about things? Did you gain anything today?" Nie Qian followed and cared about his own benefits.

Bai Niao Chong took out the fiery grass from his arms, quickly handed it to Nie Qian, and said, "Although I was a little injured, I found what Brother Nie wanted."

"Haha, it's really your boy. There are no benefits for you tomorrow." Taking the fiery grass, Nie Qian happily patted the hundred birds and rushed to the other uninjured shoulder. Such a smiling face is like a big brother treating his own brother.

Bai Niao Chong also showed a smile.

"What are you guys looking at? Why don't you pile up the wood and want to be beaten, right? Hurry up!" In the face of other prisoners, Nie Qian did not have such a good temper.

Rota spat fiercely on the ground, took a hand in his arms, and understated it. Suddenly, he carried at least 300 catties of wood on his shoulder and took a big step, carrying the wood to the place where it was piled up like a walk. From his movements and expressions, it is not difficult to see that even if he is carrying a 300 catties of wood, he still has spare strength.

"This guy is really strong. ..." Bai Niao sighed in his heart, and his heart was extremely heavy.

The night fell slowly. A new moon hung on the treetops of the distant mountains, and the hazy moonlight enveloped the earth like haze. The Langshishan Prison, immersed in the night, was brightly lit, and a team of soldiers from the Iron Camp of the Thunder Army meticulously patrolled every place that needed to be inspected.

Lying on a simple wooden board**, hundreds of birds rush to the devil during the day. The practice of the soul needle given to him was silently recited several times. Then he trained the flower seal over and over again, groping for the rules inside and thinking about the truth inside. Gradually, he applied flower prints faster and faster and more proficient.

He is buying time for himself. Once his ghost refining power reaches the level of releasing the soul needle, he can master it as quickly as possible.

All this is just to kill the current enemy, Rota.

Similarly, Rota will not let go of the hundred birds. If he finds the practiced Bainiao Chong in the forest farm tomorrow, he will definitely do the same thing, that is, to ask about the whereabouts of the fiery grass first, and then kill people!

In Langshishan Prison, the weak will never have the hope of living.

The night was getting deeper, and the really tired birds rushed to pull over the tattered quilt and fell asleep.

The next morning, under the shout of the jailer, all the prisoners came to the open space in front of the canteen and queued up to collect the morning food. This is also the only time when Bai Niaochong can see the clan. Usually, prisoners are doing heavy work in different areas, and there is no chance to meet at all.

Holding a rough earthenware bowl, hundreds of birds rushed to the end of a long line. In the past few days, there is braised beef given by Nie Qian, and the taste seems to have improved. The food in the dining hall is simply pig food that can't be swallowed. However, for the sake of his body, no matter how bad the food is, he still has to eat it.

"Hundreds of birds rush." A familiar voice came from behind.

"Qimu, you. ...What's the matter?" Looking back with the sound, the birds called out a name. The teenager he called Qimu is about the same age as him, and he is also about 16 years old. His body is very thin. Because of the lack of nutrition, his face is getting thinner and thinner, his skin is dark and yellow, and his health is very worrying.

However, to Bai Niaochong's surprise, Qimu's face was blue and purple, and his mouth was swollen. There is still a trace of blood on the edge of the corner of the mouth. The blood stain still retains the bright red color. It can be concluded that he was injured not long ago, perhaps just now.

"Hundred Birds Rush, you. ...Don't ask. It's useless." Qimu sighed and lowered his head.

"Why can't you ask? Who hit you? Why?" Qimu and Bainiaochong are both mountain god people. They have a good friendship in the clan and are brothers of the same clan who grew up together. Both of them are one of the remaining survivors, and that kind of relationship is even more close than their own brothers. Nanmu was beaten like this. He couldn't even ask for a reason. Bai Niao Chong couldn't do it.

There was a wry smile on the corners of Qimu's mouth, "Don't ask. I can handle it by myself. Let's talk about it later. ...If you ask the reason, what can you do? What can we do?"

In this case, it is like a sharp thorn, gently pricking the heart of a hundred birds. The helpless pain was so clear that it slowly flowed all over his body with his blood.

At this moment, a tall figure slowly came from the direction of Qimu. The magnificent posture, the cold and ruthless eyes, his appearance has an invisible aura, which makes people inexplicably nervous. Bai Niao Chong's eyes fell on him, and he suddenly understood in his heart.

The person who came here is Rota.

Of course, he was also the one who beat Qimu just now. His intention of doing this is obvious. He gave a visible lesson to the brothers of Bai Niao Chong. On the one hand, he came out of the resentment that he didn't find anyone yesterday, and on the other hand, he reminded Bai Niao Chong to cooperate honestly and don't play tricks. Otherwise, Qimu is an example!

The anger in his heart burned quietly, and Bainiao Chong's fists clenched tightly.

"What are you going to do? Never! The wound on my body is myself. ...I accidentally fell. It has nothing to do with Rota. Don't get into trouble!" Pulling Bai Niao Chong's wrist, Qimu said anxiously.

Bai Niao Chong's fist loosened. At this time, if you rush up, you may be able to punch Rota twice, but you can't hurt Rota, and Rota may even beat him to death with a few punches! The courage of every man can't be done. What he wanted was Rota's death, not an insignificant punch. Until then, patience is needed.

Seeing that Bai Niao rushed to loosen his clenched fist, Qimu was relieved. However, during the whole process, he didn't even have the courage to look at Rota. He lowered his head, took the cracked porcelain bowl, and stood behind Bai Niao Chong.

"Bainiao Chong, you know what happened between us. Give me an explanation in the forest farm today, otherwise. ...Humph!" Passing by, Rota left a sentence.

If you beat people in the square, you will be arrested by the jailer. No matter who provokes it, everyone will be whipped fifty. If the circumstances are serious, he will be imprisoned for a month. He even pushed it to the execution platform and killed it directly with a tiger-headed gull. Although he is a King Kong-level Tianwu, and although he is under the care of the Leishan army, Rota does not dare to break the rules of Langshishan Prison. Otherwise, at this time, he may have been at trouble with the two poor teenagers, Bai Niao Chong and Qimu.

Looking at the prisoners who rudely pushed away the queue and rudely lined up to the Rota at the front of the line, a cold light like ice and snow flashed in the eyes of the hundred birds.

"I'm going to kill you!"

He said secretly in his heart.

His fists clenched again and trembled slightly.

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