Jiaohua

Chapter 525: Demon Generals Dance (Part [-])
Although he wore gloves when dissecting the corpse, the old man was a bit obsessed with cleanliness. He washed his hands before returning to Changhe Hall, and he came back after about two incense sticks, holding a book in his hand.

Zhili was in a hurry to take it, but was avoided by the old man: "It's not suitable for you."

Pass the book to Xia Zhaoyi: "You probably haven't read this book."

Xia Zhaoyi received it, and opened the first page, and there was a picture of a skeleton.

Detailed description of the bones of the whole body, including the naming and structural analysis of each bone.

"Is this book written by Feng Qingang?" Xia Zhaoyi raised his head and said.

"It's him."

"...But this seems to be a good book." Xia Zhaoyi said.

The first few pages are all anatomical diagrams of the human body. The first page to No.15 introduces the bones, and the six pages from No.15 to No.30 introduce internal organs.

After that, there is an introduction to the bones and internal organs of animals.

There are quite a few books of this kind. Xia Zhaoyi had read about seven or eight books of the same type back then, but in all fairness, the paintings he read were not as exquisite as it was, and the writing was not as easy-to-understand as it was.

"Turn over again," the old man said.

"En." Xia Zhaoyi responded and turned to the back.

Fragmented curiously leaned over his head, almost startled at a glance.

"Brain, brain flower?"

The old man was unscrewing the water bag to drink water, when he heard the words, he looked over and said, "Don't look at it."

"Senior Sister, does this mean drinking brain tea?" Zhili held back his nausea, and stretched out his finger.

Xia Zhaoyi nodded, looking at the words above, a name appeared in his mind, Lu Ronghui.

"What is this?" Zhili pointed to the side, "I'm about to vomit, it says human liver?"

Xia Zhaoyi took a look, closed the book, and looked at the old man: "Feng Qingang eats people?"

"I ate a lot." The old man said.

"Disgusting..." I got goosebumps.

Xia Zhaoyi said solemnly: "What is more vicious than his cannibalism is that he radiates evil."

"Yes," Zhili nodded, "This girl is too pitiful."

The old man lowered his head, screwed the lid of the water bag on, and said in a slow voice: "If he is not dead, he will continue to do evil. The troubled times have come, demons are dancing, evildoers are rampant, and a hundred ghosts pass through the city. How many people will die in vain in the world."

The old man didn't stay for long before returning to Qianqiu Hall.

Immortal Master Bailu went to bring soup and medicine. Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili sat at the stone table reading a book. There was a history book in front of Zhili, but he couldn't read it. He looked at Xia Zhaoyi frequently, with a curious mind.

About half an hour later, Immortal Master Banjiu took four disciples to Guanxing Pavilion and carried out the girl's body from the dark room below.

The old man had already covered it with a white cloth and told them not to open it.

They carried the girl's body to Jinhe Peak for cremation, and when they passed the mountain road on the other side of Changhe Hall, Zhili heard the noise and ran away, standing in the gazebo in the open space on the hill and looking down.

The top of the mountain was very windy, and the white cloth was surrounded by stones, but they still bulged.

"Let's go," Zhili said in a low voice, looking at the stretcher gradually going away, "Although I was scared badly by you, I don't blame you."

At night, when Xia Zhaoyi was about to fall asleep, Jiang Zhangwu came to her and gave her a letter and a small bamboo tube.

The letter was written by the old Sect Master Pei. He told her that the person who had been asking her about her identity before said that she would send the letter in three days, but there was no follow-up, and now it finally arrived.

The small letter in the bamboo tube is still written in the same handwriting. This time I didn’t ask any more questions, but asked Xia Zhaoyi to protect himself. It’s best not to go to Hengxiang and Zhenzhou within three months, and try to avoid Hengxiang and Zhenzhou. Nearby state capitals.

Xia Zhaoyi read it lightly, put the letter away, and picked up the book that he had read all day today.

I have almost finished reading it, and the further back, it is basically the introduction of torture tools.

Many instruments of torture here are indeed the same as what she saw in Qianqiu Palace.

Including the lower part of the stone room that Master has not been to, there are more abundant instruments of torture, basically all of them can be found in this book.

She didn't know if the book was original or a collection.

But as she watched, her gaze gradually became distracted, and she recalled what she saw by the lake, the twilight at the bottom of the lake.

It was that twilight that led her to the basement, but when she went to the basement, there was nothing below.

"Ah!" A disjointed shout suddenly came from the next door.

Shocked, Xia Zhaoyi hurriedly put down his books, put on his clothes and hurried away.

Zhili sat on the bed, the night came in from the window, his face was pale, his head was sweating profusely, and his eyes were dull.

Xia Zhaoyi breathed a sigh of relief, lit the lamp on the table, and said, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Little Senior Sister," Zhili gasped, looked at Xia Zhaoyi, and said, "I dreamed of that girl."

"Then you are not afraid to see me now?" Xia Zhaoyi said.

"How could it be, the temperament of the little senior sister is completely different from hers," she said, rubbing her eye sockets, tears came out of fright, "I dreamed that she was carried away by Master Ban Nine Immortals and the others, and the white cloth covering her body suddenly moved. She sat up, looked up and smiled at me."

"Stop talking." Xia Zhaoyi interrupted him.

"Master Ban Jiu and the others didn't see it, and they were still walking forward. She told me that she wanted to kill me."

"It's just a dream," Xia Zhaoyi went to sit down by the bed, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm right next door to you."

"I heard Immortal Master Bailu say that you are going back to the capital in a few days, right?"

"Ah."

"The world outside is so chaotic, is it safe for you to go back?" Zhili looked at her worriedly, "Little sister, why don't we go, I don't know how long the battle will be, look how good it is here, there are mountains, rivers and people Protect us."

"Why did you get this far?" Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "Can you still sleep?"

"I don't know," Zhili shook his head, leaned back on the soft pillow, looked at the girl, "little senior sister, when will you come back?"

"Unknown, I can't give you the exact date."

"I hope that on the day when Qianqiu Hall is completely destroyed, Senior Sister can come back."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled, pulled up the corner of his quilt, and said, "Don't worry, I will never throw it away, I will come back as soon as possible, you sleep first."

Seeing that the girl was about to leave, Zhili hurriedly said again: "Little Senior Sister!"

"Ok?"

"Well, how old are you?" Zhili asked curiously.

Although he really respects and loves her as a senior sister from the bottom of his heart, every time he sees her little face, he is always curious.

"How old are you?" Xia Zhaoyi asked back.

"It's just over, I should be 12 years old."

This year, in fact, did not pass at all.

No one took this year to heart, it was just an ordinary day.

The Yuanhe Sect doesn't talk about Chinese New Year and holidays. The so-called Chinese New Year is nothing more than to keep track of time.

The same is true for Master, who dislikes these festivals the most.

As far as Xia Zhaoyi is concerned, although the Chinese New Year doesn't matter, his family does, so he would go back to spend time with his family every year in the past.

"Yeah, the new year is just over," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I am half a year older than you, and I am also 12 years old, almost 13 years old."

(End of this chapter)