Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1929 smooth
"He seems to really only know the location of the two antidotes."

Outside, Ying Baoyue took off the mask on her face and handed it back to Chunyu Ye.

"Is it?"

Chunyuye took the mask and looked back at the short disciple who had passed out on the ground in the room, his eyes were a little complicated.

"It seems so."

The moonlight was shining on the woman standing outside the house, her figure was so thin that she would fall if the wind blows, this scene reminded Chunyuye of a beautiful flower nicknamed "Moonbeauty" that she had seen in the Central Plains.

Probably no one would have imagined that such a woman who looked like Jiaohua had just carried out a brutal torture in the house.

Chunyuye touched the Shura mask in her hand. Ying Baoyue wearing this mask seemed to be a different person. She didn't do anything the whole time, but used various methods to fully torture the mind of the short disciple.

Just after he woke up the disciple of the Zen Academy, Ying Baoyue first pretended to be the teacher of the Temple, sternly scolded him for losing the antidote, then threatened to send him to the torture hall, and described to him vividly what he was about to do. The punishment suffered and the horror of the corpse to be.

When the disciple of the Zen Academy was frightened out of his wits, she gave him another sweet date, saying that she would use another antidote to make up for it, pretending that he hadn't lost the antidote, and took the opportunity to get a second antidote where.

Just when the disciple of the Zen Academy was relieved, she suddenly changed her face and told him that there was no antidote at all in that place, and that it was an unforgivable crime for him to lose two antidote, and asked around the whereabouts of other antidote.

In short, after being tortured by Ying Baoyue tossing and turning moodily for more than a dozen times, the mind of the Buddhist disciple was on the verge of collapse, and he poured out what he should say and what should not be said.

Chunyuye stood on the sidelines outside the house, and at the same time, according to Ying Baoyue's request, exerted real pressure on the house to strengthen her sense of oppression when she spoke.

Although Ying Baoyue's success in the interrogation was partly due to him, but seeing the disciple of the Zen Academy pouring out information in confusion at the end, he didn't know for a while whether it was the disciple's defense that was too weak or Ying Baoyue's. The question is too cunning.

He never imagined that the interrogation could be so true and false, playing with people's hearts.

Chunyu Ye's eyes were heavy, he could now fully imagine what would happen if Xi Rong's secret work fell into Ying Baoyue's hands.

"This person has been handed over to you."

Ying Baoyue threw back the mask and walked towards the place where the second antidote was given by the short disciple.

"Hey, aren't you afraid that I'll kill him this time?"

Chunyu Ye looked at her back and said.

"That's the business of your monastery," Ying Baoyue said without answering, "I can't control it, and I'm not interested in it."

The scenes of the disciples of the Zen Academy persecuting the beasts are still vivid in my mind, and she is not broad-minded enough to worry about the lives of the disciples of the Zen Academy.

Chunyuye stared at Ying Baoyue's back, Bi Tong narrowed her eyes slightly.

The figure hiding in the coffin biting his palm and the figure coldly interrogating the disciples of the Zen Academy intertwined in front of his eyes, which made him want to do something.

Which one is the real her?

Chunyuye returned to the house, looked at the unconscious man on the ground, and drew out his long sword.But the next moment his eyes flashed, and he put the sword back into its sheath.

He bent down and tapped the temple disciples on the ground on both sides of the head.

Blood gurgled from the ear of the man on the ground, Chunyu Ye glanced at him, kicked him under the altar, turned and left.

He walked extremely fast and caught up with Ying Baoyue within two strokes.

Ying Baoyue looked back at him, "You didn't kill him?"

"Oh? How do you know?" Chunyu Ye asked with interest.

"There is no blood on your sword," Ying Baoyue glanced at the long sword under his arm.

"It's too troublesome to deal with the dead," Chunyu Ye shrugged. "It's not a trivial matter for a disciple to die in the monastery. If it really gets too big, the gate may be closed."

He hit that disciple's brain with his true essence, and even if that disciple could wake up afterwards, he could only be a fool.

"Isn't it a trivial matter?"

Ying Baoyue glanced at him, "There are so many corpses in that place called Xingtang?"

"Those are all sinners and people who can't stand it," Chunyu Ye said calmly, "In the Buddhist monastery, death in the punishment hall is not considered dead."

"Okay," Ying Baoyue quickened his pace, "I hope you can say the same when you go in."

"I've been in before," Chunyu Ye said lightly, "more than once."

When he was a child, he even had the experience of living in the execution hall for a month or half a month, and he had tasted almost all the punishments in it.

Ying Baoyue stopped in her tracks.

The next moment, she started walking again, with no emotion in her voice, "Really."

Chunyu Ye said it casually, but she instantly saw blood in her eyes.

The shadow of the child in the bag reappeared in front of her eyes.

No, she couldn't think about it anymore.

She couldn't think about Chunyu Ye anymore.

Ying Baoyue walked forward quickly, almost running.

"Hey, do you know the way? You run so fast."

Chunyuye frowned, although the short disciple mentioned a location, but Ying Baoyue was not familiar with this place at all, could she really find it?

"arrive."

At this moment, Ying Baoyue stopped in front of a remote small room, opened the door and walked in.

She stretched out her hand to the eighth brick from the left under the altar, and as expected, she lifted the brick above, and a small square hard object bit her palm.

"The second one is here," Ying Baoyue took out the wooden box from the dark hole under the brick, and handed it to Chunyu Ye.

Chunyu Ye opened the wooden box and saw a pill that was exactly the same as before.

"That's right." He put the wooden box in his arms and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there were accidents along the way, overall it was smoother than he had imagined. God helped him with many clues, and he was not attacked by the black mud as he expected.

With the two antidotes in hand, the purpose of their trip to the monastery has been achieved.

"Okay, I'm going to go back before no one finds out," Chunyu Ye looked around and walked out of the house, planning the way out while walking.

However, Ying Baoyue stood there without moving.

"Chunyuye," she looked up at Chunyuye's back, "I want to find another one."

Chunyuye stopped and looked back at her, his eyes were extremely cold, "We don't need a third antidote."

"What if something happens to Harry too?"

Ying Baoyue's eyes flickered, "There is no absolute in everything, and the more antidote the better, there is still some time before dawn, we might as well look for it."

After finding the antidote in two places in a row, she almost discovered some patterns in the places where the antidote was hidden.

"Herry?"

"What excuse are you looking for?" Chunyu Ye sneered, "I'm afraid you didn't want to find the third one because of Heli?"

Ying Baoyue stared at him silently.

Chunyu Ye's eyes were as cold as ice, "You really want to save that man-faced beast."

"Chunyuye," Ying Baoyue's gaze fell into his arms, "The elixir in your arms was supposed to be for her."

(End of this chapter)