I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 40
Four clicks.

The joints are removed together.

Chen Quan grabbed the ground with his head, and half of his face was stuck to the hard floor tiles, unable to move.

Xiang took off the black face scarf from the old man's face, took out a cloth bag from his arms, and took out a silver needle to apply unknown medicine.

"You know me, you should know that I am Xiuyiwei Baihu."

"Hundreds of households must delve into punishment."

"This acupuncture method is also well-known in the Embroidery Guards. It is called the Three Needles of the King of Hades."

"No matter how tough a man is, he can't hold three needles."

"In the past, when the prince ascended the throne before his death, someone conspired to rebel."

"If you catch the rebellious party, you just don't say anything."

"After two injections, everything will be explained."

"You are lucky to experience it today."

Talk to the old man very slowly.

Perhaps it is to break through people's psychological defenses with speech skills.

Or maybe it's simply because no one confides in it, so I can only talk about the greatness of it with my enemies.

It's just that in Chen Quan's ears, it was like a thunderous explosion, chasing his soul and life.

Embroidered clothes guard!
Chen Quan was already trembling with fright just hearing the name.

Those who entered Xiuyiwei Prison could not keep secrets.

For them, Embroidered Yiwei is already the king of Hades.

And he actually wanted to experience such a horrible thing.

One of the famous punishments of Embroidery Guards.

He would rather not have such an honor.

Chen Quan hurriedly shook his head, his eyes full of pleading.

"Want to talk?"

Connect Chen Quan's chin to the old man.

Chen Quan's voice trembled: "Master Xiang, you will die."

"I really don't know who is targeting you."

"We just had a conflict, and I am willing to pay compensation."

"Even raising your son for the rest of his life, there will be no complaints."

Xiang the old man's usual expression was grim: "If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry."

As he spoke, he removed Chen Quan's jaw.

Lift the silver needle and stick it into the spine.

Touch the nerve directly.

Old man Xiang controlled Chen Quan's vocal cords again, even though he was in great pain, he didn't make a sound.

Chen Quan started to foam at the mouth like an epileptic, the veins on his face twisted, and he began to roll in pain.

But the joints were removed, and they couldn't move at all.

The snot and tears gushed out quickly, ferocious and painful, like a fish landed on the shore, with its mouth open and its eyes white.

It lasted ten breaths.

Xiang pulled out the silver needle from the old man, and reached out to connect Chen Quan's chin.

Chen Quan opened his mouth to breathe in the fresh air.

"I say."

"I say."

"It's Wen Fu, the housekeeper of Jing'an Hou Erfang."

"He gave us 200 taels of silver, saying that you have lost your official position in Baihu and have been thrown into the prison gate."

"Even if the son is paralyzed, he will not take revenge."

Chen Quan told everything, leaving nothing behind.

Because it is so easy to check.

They never seemed to want to cover it up, they just told you that there is no difference between crushing you and crushing an ant.

Any two stray dogs will kill your son.

As the man said, if his son Xiang Wen was only paralyzed, he would not take revenge.

But people die!
The scar on the old man's face twisted like a centipede.

Take out the soul banner from the bosom.

"If you can die under the magic weapon of the immortal master, you are worthy of death."

On the way back, the old man noticed that the ghost banner had absorbed ghosts.

Using this thing to kill people, can it absorb people's souls?

Old man Xiang didn't know, but he was willing to try.

Nail Chen Quan to death.

The gray mist was absorbed by the soul banner.

He grinned at the old man.

Check the prostitute's breath to make sure she hasn't woken up.

He hesitated to the old man, but he still didn't make a move after all.

In the past when I was on a job, the superiors ordered that all be killed without leaving a single one.

He always felt uncomfortable, but he could only obey orders.

Now that I am alone, I don't want to do more crimes and implicate my reincarnated wife and children.

Xiang Hu grinned, he laughed at his fear.

The former executioner didn't dare to kill anyone.

one night.

bloody.

The Wild Dog Gang was wiped out, and the three deputy gang leaders were all killed in one blow.

The gang leader's chopped up body couldn't be sewn up.

Xiang the old man dragged his tired body back home.

Torture to extract a confession, the final message is similar.

The old man had no satisfaction in killing the members of the Wild Dog Gang.

They were indeed the direct murderers who killed Xiang Wen, and even the indirect murderers who killed his wife and children, but they were not the masterminds.

The mastermind is still alive with peace of mind.

Heartbroken to the old man.

It's not that he didn't go to Jing'an Hou Mansion, but he couldn't get in at all.

He walked by once at night, and the experts inside immediately spotted him.

Fortunately, the other party did not chase.

There are countless master guards in the high gate compound of the Jing'an Marquis Mansion, so entering impulsively would be like sending him to death.

If it was an assassination, the butler of the second room would still have to be forced to confess.

The wild dog gang seems to have killed a lot of people, but it didn't have a big impact on Liangdu.

However, there was not much time left for him.

Even though he covered up, he also dealt with the traces.

The people of Embroidery Guards can still find flaws from the clues, the techniques cannot be faked, and the traces cannot be erased.

Because it's too familiar.

This is the internal method of Xiuyiwei.

According to Embroidery Guard's work efficiency, he might be found soon.

"What should I do." The old man knelt down on the ground and clenched his fists.

He was bewildered.

Jing'an Hou Mansion cannot enter.

After the original nobles lost their power, they also lost the ability to protect them.

Maybe it was because there was no one to talk to, so I took out the soul banner to the old man.

"Baby, baby, what should I do?"

Internal air delivery.

Tu Shanjun felt that he could move again.

The distorted black mist forms words.

"Eat Dan,"

"strength."

Four words.

The old head looked like he was stunned and held up the banner of the soul.

I don't know if it was because of a mistake, or because the magic weapon understood his thoughts.

"Dan?"

"strength?"

"eat."

The old man got up from the ground.

Rummaging through the bottom of the box.

Things were thrown all over the floor, until the small box was taken out and placed on the table.

Yinhun Dan lay quietly in the handkerchief.

Like black glass.

Even the surrounding light is absorbed.

Pick up the Shaman Pill from the old man.

He really doubted, can this thing really be eaten?

Will eating it gain strength?
Tu Shanjun was also a little hesitant. To be honest, he didn't know whether ordinary people would improve their strength by eating the Yinhun Pill.

For monks, Yinhun Pill is definitely a great tonic, which can greatly increase mana accumulation.

As long as you don't eat it as jelly beans, you will have a Yin evil physique if you eat it, there will be no sequelae.

Definitely a panacea.

There are only two choices, to eat or not to eat.

Either gain strength, or continue to wait for the opportunity.

It's just that time waits for no one. When the corpse is collected tomorrow morning, the Embroidered Clothes Guard will intervene and will soon follow the vine to find it.

In Tu Shanjun's view, the old man Xiang has nowhere to go.

Only fight for life.

He clenched the soul banner to the old man.

Gritting his teeth, he opened his mouth and swallowed the Yinhun Pill.

The Yinhun Dan melted at the entrance, turning into a clear cold current, flowing through the limbs and bones, closing the meridians.

The old man Xiang was a little surprised. He thought it would choke people, but he didn't expect it to melt like water.

What followed was biting cold.

Huge aura surged, crazily rushing through the meridians, rushing towards the dantian.

Painful, twisted.

Coldly curled up into a ball towards the old man.

Tu Shanjun in the soul banner frowned, Li Qingfeng didn't have such a big reaction when he took it, it was very flat.

At this moment, the old man's lips were already purple, and he was shaking from the cold.

After covering several layers of quilts, I still can't feel warm.

Even consciousness is blurred.

"It won't be dead." Tu Shanjun pondered.

If I knew it earlier, I would have asked the old man to try it with someone else. It would be too dangerous to try the medicine directly on himself.

It happened suddenly, and there was nothing to do.

I don't know how long it took.

Stand up abruptly to the old man.

"I'm still...alive." Checking himself to the old man, he was still alive and not frozen to death.

Just still feel cold.

Feeling the inner qi in the dantian has doubled in strength.

"This!"

He stared at the old man dumbfounded.

What a treasure can double the internal energy overnight.

Let him return to the quasi-first-class master.

Although he was almost frozen to death, the harvest was far beyond imagination.

And this kind of treasure of heaven, material and earth that can greatly improve one's skill comes from this magic weapon of Lingqi, from the immortal master of the magic way.

"Fortunately, the person is still alive."

Tu Shanjun heaved a sigh of relief.

If the old man was eaten to death, the plan would have to be restarted.

(End of this chapter)