The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 13 Interrogation
Dangdang hit the fire stick in his hand hard against the ground, touch!Dust flew up from the ground. "Say!! Bold and creative, who are you?"

"Who am I, don't you know after you've been in Shaolin Temple for so long??" Xinchuang raised his head and looked at Dangdang coldly.

Dangdang took out a yellow cheat book on the table, and asked, "This is what you found on your body, tell me!! Why do you, a mere disciple of the Bannuo Hall, have such a profound light kung fu cheat book?!"

Xinchuang turned his head, "You don't care how I got here, it's none of your business."

Seeing that he didn't answer, he picked up the red medicine bottle from the table with a bang, and asked, "Then what is this?"

Xinchuang glanced at the poisons that he was going to use to kill the abbot, his eyes turned quickly, and he said angrily: "These are all golden sore medicines."

"Golden sore medicine??" Dangdang once again pointed to the other two medicine bottles of different colors on the table, "Could it be that these three bottles are all golden sore medicine?"

Xinchuang scratched his neck and said, "That's right, these are golden sore medicines."

As Xinchuang spoke, he looked at the wound on Dangdang's face with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and thought to himself, "It's best to apply these poisons directly on your wound and kill you bastard."

After fumbling with the bottle in his hand for a while, Dangdang suddenly stood up and walked towards the bundled Xinchuang, "Since it is a medicine for sores, I see that you are bleeding so much, let me heal your wounds first, I will treat you later." It would be nicer to hand you over to the abbot."

"Huh?" Xin Chuang was stunned for a moment, and then, he saw that Dang Dang was holding the poison he brewed in his left hand, and stretched his right hand towards his face.

There was panic in his eyes, and he struggled desperately, "No, no, that's not--" Before he could finish speaking, he broke his jaw loudly and rudely, and poured it in with the medicine bottle in his hand.

Feeling the fishy-sweet poison sliding down his throat, Xinchuang's heart was full of despair! ! "This... this is different from what I thought!!"

Before he finished thinking, Xinchuang felt that his body began to be hot and cold, shivering all over from cold for a while, and sweating all over when it was hot again. He was trembling violently due to the dual world of ice and fire.

Seeing that the wound on Xinchuang's body was still oozing blood, he touched his big bald head resoundingly, and said with some doubts: "Huh?? It seems that the hemostatic effect is not good? Is the medicine not effective enough? It's okay, then I will come again One bottle."

She turned around and picked up a black medicine bottle from the table next to her, opened Xinchuang's mouth and drank it again.

After drinking this bottle, Xinchuang's body no longer trembled, but seeing his pale face, it seemed that he was not far from death.

"Miss Dangdang, that... the medicine for sores is for external application..." Ning Shuning who was beside her said weakly.

Dangdang was taken aback, "Surprised, what you said seems to make sense!"

After finishing speaking, Dangdang picked up the last blue medicine bottle on the table, poured the medicine powder into the palm of his hand, and spread it evenly on the wound in his heart.

When he stopped and stood far away to appreciate his masterpiece, he found that his heart had already started to harden.

"Dang... Sister Dang, he seems to be dead..." Ning Shuning took a few steps back in fear.

Fang Dangdang looked at the corpse with some headaches, "What should I do? How can I give him medicine and still be able to kill the dead? Alas, it's really pitiful, but this medicine belongs to you, so you can't blame me."

Just when Dang Dang was at a loss, there were footsteps outside, the door was pushed open, and a disheartened fool walked in, "Sister Dangdang, the abbot asked me to ask you——ahhh!!!!"

Xinchuang, who died so miserable, frightened his heart so much that he pointed at the corpse on the ground with his trembling hand, and said in horror, "He...he died?"

"Nonsense, of course I know he's dead, why do you need to tell me?" Dang Dang sat down again, and told Xin Chi about what happened in the past.

Xinzhi glanced at Xinchuang's corpse with some fear in his heart, and muttered in his mouth, "What to do, what to do, no! I must tell the abbot immediately!!"

Xinzhi just turned around and walked out the door, a big hand grabbed his thin neck from behind him, pulled him back hard, and dragged him into the room. With a sound of "Peng", the door was closed.

Dangdang put Xinzhi against the wall and stared at him threateningly, "Xinzhi, the so-called one day husband and wife, one hundred days of kindness! There has been almost a hundred times between us. You have to help me, if I know that Xinchuang has been killed by me, the abbot must drive me out of Shaolin Temple immediately!"

"Wouldn't that be better..." Thinking of being able to escape from the clutches of this demon girl, the infatuated heart who was still terrified just now couldn't stop being happy.

Before he could react, a bloody corpse was thrown in his hand with a bang.It made him tremble with fright.

He held Xinchuang's corpse subconsciously and froze, "Dang...Dangdang sister? What are you doing??"

"Let's go, let's bury him." Dangdang finished speaking, and walked out dragging Xinzhi.

Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the fire, Xiang Dang brought Xin Chi to the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. The two dug a hole and quickly buried the heart wound in it.

It was only when he walked to the entrance of the Shaolin Temple in a dazed mind that he realized that he had become an accomplice who had been resounding for a while.

At this moment, Zen Master Jian Zhuan, who was wearing cassocks in the distance, rushed to the two of them quickly. He asked Dang Dang and Xin Chi in a hurry, "Where did you two go just now?"

Just as Rang Dang was racking his brains, thinking of some way to get past him, Zen Master Jian Zhuan frowned and asked again: "You two can see the creation of the heart?"

He just buried his heart with a loud bang, how could he say he had seen it before, he shook his head, "No."

"Hmph! This damn Xinchuang, who dared to say that he sincerely took refuge in my Buddha, escaped by catching fire, eh! When I catch you, I want you to look good!!" After finishing speaking, Zen Master Jian Chao stepped on the ground , rose from the ground, stepped on the crown of the tree and flew down the mountain.

Seeing Zen Master Jianzhuan leave so quickly, Dangdang said with a little envy in his eyes, "Wow, Zen Master Jianzhuan's lightness kung fu is so high!"

The man on the side was walking inward in a daze, and he muttered to himself: "What on earth should I do? How could I do such a thing, and even accompany you to bury the corpse? What have I gained or lost?" Crazy."

Dangdang laughed loudly, and kissed him hard on his bald head. "Oh haha, maybe this is love, let's go home." She put her arms around the shoulders of the infatuated, and happily walked towards Shaolin Temple.

(End of this chapter)