a very dark dark guard

Chapter 138

Li Jinshan was so frightened that he didn't seem to notice anything unusual, he took the small hawthorn pills, he didn't dare to chew them and swallowed them directly, he probably didn't taste anything.He was locked in prison for three days and took medicine for three days. Wu Zhiyuan next door wrote a statement for three days.

It would have taken less than three days to write the confession, but he scribbled, scribbled, and corrected. If he made a mistake, the page was invalidated, and the floor of the cell was full of waste manuscripts he threw.

A few sheets of paper can be provided free of charge, and I will charge for the paper and pen as he uses them one by one.

Li Jinshan didn't understand the silence Gu, he didn't dare to speak, although he was curious about what Wu Zhiyuan next door was doing, he couldn't ask.

Wu Zhiyuan wrote day and night, and lit a lamp to boil oil at night, and his head was only a stone's throw away.

He wanted to do it himself, I didn't force him.

But his body was just there, and he passed out after three days of suffering.

Nan Wu went to the cell to deliver food, found him lying on the ground, and reported to me immediately.

When I walked outside the cell door, Nan Wu asked, "Is he dead? This man is really useless, he will die after only three days."

Her words frightened Li Jinshan who was next door enough. His emotions fluctuated violently, and he was captured by fear, curled up in a ball on the single bed.

"It's really troublesome. These people don't pay attention to their health at ordinary times, so they come here to experience the hospice care." I walked into the cell and injected healing energy into Wu Zhiyuan.

"Boss, do you want to build a stove in the backyard so that the corpses can be burned later?" Nan Wu asked earnestly, then paused, and then said, "Don't build a kennel, raise some wild dogs, and then chop up the corpses and throw them away." Go in, there is no smoke and no firewood. Well... there is no need to die before throwing it away."

Nan Wu had a kind and honest face, but what he said made Li Jinshan pee his pants step by step.

"The Devil's Cult has a public cemetery, so we don't have to worry about that. And he's not dead yet, so go to the kitchen and bring a bowl of herbal soup to replenish energy and blood."

Nan Wu almost scared Li Jinshan to death, so I hurriedly sent her away.

Wu Zhiyuan had already recovered under the operation of the healing energy, found himself lying on the ground, and quickly sat up.

"If Mr. Wu can put so much effort into studying, he might be the number one scholar in high school." I went to the table and picked up the few pages of confession written on the table to read at will.

A piece of fifty words, half of which is circled, the circle means that he can't write that word.

Of the fifty characters written, half of them were typos.

I knew it would be great to find him a ghostwriter and let him dictate, but this is also a bit of a pain for him. When I first came in, I scolded me happily. Those words cannot be scolded in vain.

"Magu? Mogu—I can still write, but I haven't finished it!" Wu Zhiyuan was afraid of delaying time, so I beat him up and threw him out with an order.

He got up and sat back on the chair, stretched out his trembling hand to pick up the pen.

"Come on, your cockroach-like writing is useless. Who will recognize it? Tomorrow I will find someone to write it for you, and you can dictate it." I threw the whole confession back on the table.

"Xie Mogu, Xie Mogu!" Wu Zhiyuan's arrogance disappeared, and he nodded and bowed at me with a lost smile.

His attitude didn't matter to me, he was just an opening.

Some people were nervous because of his confession, and I was somewhat curious to see what big melons he could come up with.

Li Jinshan next to him thought that I had tortured Wu Zhiyuan and was about to torture him to death, so he let go only when he couldn't bear it.

So when I came out of Wu Zhiyuan's cell, Li Jinshan called to stop me. He rolled out of bed grumbling, crawled to the cell door with hands and feet, slapped the door and shouted.

"I recruit, I recruit too, Magu, I want to tell you everything I know!"

Then the situation became, each of them a ghostwriter, dictated their crimes, and when it came to vague and uncertain places, the two communicated through the wall.

Li Jinshan was also convinced that his Gu poison had been cured, and his attitude towards me changed greatly.

He feels that people who can get the products of members of the Golden Gu Association in the Demon Cult are great and cannot be offended, but in the Demon Cult, when he meets someone who can undo the Gu, he is as shocked as seeing an alien .

In the world, it has always been easy to catch Gu, but difficult to cure it. Many people in the world are willing to buy Gu to harm others, but few people buy the antidote.

A person who can dispel Gu is either a Gu maker or an extraordinary doctor.

He firmly did not believe that I was a doctor, so my identity became more confusing.

Of course, that was the complicated life experience he had made up in his own brain, and he wanted to ask a few words on the sidelines, but when I stared at him, he immediately shut up and didn't dare to ask any more.

The origin of the ability to dispel Gu is not as complicated as he thought, and the explanation is just one sentence. I have supernatural powers, but I can't say it.

In his opinion, this is a 'taboo', and it must not be mentioned in the future.

Wu Zhiyuan and Li Jinshan's mouth can't be extinguished, and the people I sent have also secretly collected some physical evidence.

Some elders couldn't sit still anymore. Ordinary congregants have never had the right to ask about matters in this church.

The elders and the leader each have half the decision-making power, so whoever made a mistake will be deprived of the right to speak. When there is a conflict between the two sides, it has always been handled in this way.

Otherwise, it's a duel, the elders can definitely challenge the leader, but the current elders are still a bit weaker than Ximen Wuhen who is about to achieve great magic skills.

The secret guards of the Xiangzi generation went out to collect evidence, look for witnesses, and brought back a lot of news. For example, it was not that no one reported that so-and-so did evil in the church.

But these people often disappear without a sound, the people and the evidence completely disappear, and the voice does not reach Ximen Wuhen's ears at all.

The iron fans of Ximen Wuhen have also made efforts to save these people, but the witnesses always die silently, and they can be found wherever they hide, poisoned and assassinated.

They really couldn't protect the witnesses. When Wu Zhiyuan and Li Jinshan wrote their confessions, they began to clean up the door.

A lot of familiar faces disappeared overnight around the elders, and some people from various courtyards and halls disappeared strangely.

Others don't know their whereabouts, but I know that after so many days in the Devil's Cult, my breath has already spread everywhere, taking advantage of various opportunities to sneak into people's bodies.

I will know as soon as they have any movements.

There are also a few key monitoring places, guarded by secret guards of the Xiangzi generation.

They are proficient in killing and silencing, so I will guard against them.

All the people they wanted to kill were robbed, and the cells of the Central Academy couldn't fit, so they were put in the courtyard where we lived.

Anyway, the new employees are not here, so the servants' room they live in will be given to these people.

Inside and outside the house are wrapped in air threads, and these people also have my air threads in their bodies.

Not to mention that they were poisoned and couldn't stand the knife, even if they were hit or suffered, I could still save their lives.

The secret guards of the Xiangzi generation were responsible for bringing people and physical evidence back. Besides them, Ximen Wuhen's die-hard fans were also helping.

The four guardians are from Ximen Wuhen's side. Half of the hall masters are fools, and the other half either escaped or were captured by me.

Ordinary congregants only know that storms are coming, and within a few days, major events will happen in the church.

(End of this chapter)