I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 48
When Song Boyu heard the words "Ling Deed", his heart skipped a beat and he felt something bad.

It's probably not a good thing to get stuck with these weird things, but in the current situation, if you don't sign a spiritual contract, you may not be able to walk out of the door safely.

Wen Lao did not give them a chance to think or refuse, and directly took out a stack of yellow paper with a slight green light, with complex Taoist patterns and seal characters on it.

With a gentle pat, nine spiritual deed books floated directly into everyone's hands.

"Put a drop of your blood on this, and swear not to spread the true story to others, and it will not be detrimental to Wuling Manor, and then you can leave."

Old Wen's voice was melodious, but he was extremely firm and could not tolerate the slightest rebuttal.

The nine of you look at me and I look at you, and we all know that this is inevitable.

One after another, some people bit their fingers, pressed them on the spiritual contract book and began to swear.

Mr. Wen nodded and turned his gaze to Song Boyu, calm and coercive.

Song Boyu thought to himself: Even if there really is something, just treat it as if there are too many lice and don't itch, and we can get through this first.

He bit his finger open, pressed it on it, and said in a low voice: "I swear, I will not disclose the original documents and it will not be detrimental to Wuling Manor."

The green light of the spiritual deed book shone for a while, and then the whole paper burned directly, turning into a ball of green fire and engulfing his body.

Song Boyu watched the green fire approaching, his eyes wide open, unwilling but helpless.

When Mr. Wen saw that everyone had signed the spirit contract, he smiled slightly and said to comfort: "Don't be afraid. As long as you don't leak the authentic book and don't do anything detrimental to Wuling Manor, your soul will not be burned. The authentic book you selected , will also be imprinted on your brains along with this fire."

After everyone heard this, they were not afraid at first, but now they felt cold and trembling all over.

Xun Feipeng's lips moved slightly, and he wanted to curse, but in the end he swallowed it, feeling quite regretful in his heart.

He already has a technique that is directly aimed at foundation building. Coming here to get another one will only strengthen his foundation. Now that he can't teach it to others, it is completely useless.

Not to mention the strange fire entering the body, who knows what disadvantages it will have in the future.

Song Boyu's expression was very strange. After the green fire entered his body, it was instantly sucked into his waist by an inexplicable suction force, and it came out directly from his body. When looking inside, he couldn't see the thing at all.

The authentic book that Wen Lao said would be imprinted in the mind has disappeared.

"What's going on?" Song Boyu was surprised in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm, as uneasy as everyone else.

Just like that, the three of them walked out of the gate of the manor in a daze, and suddenly heard a clear and crisp cry like a lark: "Brother!"

Xiuniang waited here for a long time, until everyone dispersed, and finally the three of Song Boyu came out.

Opposite her was a big bald man, also leaning against the gate, which made her very uneasy.

Song Boyu turned around suddenly, and his soft body fell into his arms. He hugged her quickly and asked in surprise: "Xiu Niang? Why are you here! Did you come by yourself?"

Xiu Niang hugged Song Boyu's waist with all her strength, her eyes were as crescent as the moon, she raised her head with a proud look on her face:
"Since you haven't returned home for many days, I came here with Granny Li and the others to have a look. I saw your wonderful fight on the stage just now. My brother is the No. 1 Zhuang Realm in Zhangxiang Prefecture, and he is the best! "

Song Boyu pinched Xiu Niang's nose, and her depressed mood instantly improved: "Fortunately, I didn't come alone. It's very dangerous to go out of the city. Don't do this again in the future. Let's go back with Brother Xun's carriage!"

"Wait for me, wait for me. You promised me to help me buy food!" Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Chu Changshou hurried to Song Boyu to stop him and said.

Song Boyu laughed: "I will do what I promise you. Brother Xun, can you take this warrior back to the city with you?"

Xun Feipeng was in a bad mental state, but he still nodded and said: "Okay, everything is okay. The carriage is waiting for us across the Jie Bridge. Let's rush there as soon as possible. We should arrive before Haishi. If it is after Haishi, we can only make do with it outside the city. One night."

Several people walked quickly towards the bridge, but saw a man standing alone on the bridge.

As they approached, they saw an old man, wearing colorful costumes and face paint, singing.

"It turns out he's a rapper. Let's go quickly. It's getting dark and we don't have time to listen to stories!" Baang shouted loudly, pulling everyone to prepare to leave.

Xiu Niang couldn't bear it, so she grabbed a handful of coins and put them in the basket in front of the old man. She said softly: "Old man, since there is no one to listen to the song, why don't you go back early? It's dangerous late at night."

The old rapper shook his head and sang: "Now that I have started singing, people from all over the world come to listen. One side is human, three sides are ghosts, and four sides are gods. When one side leaves, seven sides are still there, and the singing cannot stop."

After singing, he continued to tell the story: "Let's talk about those two brothers who stole treasures together, but accidentally killed people..."

"Let's go, Xiu Niang." Song Boyu took out a piece of silver horn and put it in the basket in front of the old man. He bowed his hands and bowed in all directions: "I'm busy on my way, so I hope you won't be surprised if I bother you all to listen to the music!"

Song Boyu didn't believe in these gods and goddesses in his previous life, but in this life he would rather believe in them and stay away from them.

The five people walked away, but the sound of coloratura came leisurely: "...the bones were buried, trees were planted, and flowers were planted... Everyone said that this scene was elegant, but little did I know that my brothers saw no flowers and trees, only skeletons..."

"This song is really interesting. If you weren't afraid of missing the time, it would be a good song to listen to." Xun Feipeng shook his head and said to everyone.

Song Boyu nodded absently. He had not forgotten the green fire that had just disappeared. At this time, he slowly touched his waist and took out a wooden doll.

The sculpture of the doll is lifelike and very cute, but the top of the head is a little burnt, which ruins the overall beauty.

Song Boyu's pupils shrank, and he put the doll into his pocket, wondering in his heart: "Uncle Wu Yan, what is his background? Is he a profound monk?"

On that day when the blood moon dominated the sky, his talisman could actually protect my house and my house. Today, this puppet is protecting me from disaster. Why not ask for advice directly in person! "

Thinking of this, Song Boyu squeezed Xiu Niang's little hand and asked in a low voice: "How are you doing, Mr. Wu these days?"

Xiuniang said worriedly: "I was about to tell you that the day after you left, Grandpa Wu said there was something urgent and he would be out for a few days. He also gave me the key to the next door and asked me to help him take care of and clean it in my free time. . I really don’t know what happened to him, and he refused to tell me.”

Song Boyu frowned, nodded, didn't say anything, thought to himself: It's such an unfortunate coincidence, I can only wait for Uncle Wu to come back.

The carriage ran very fast, and the group of people successfully entered the gate of Fucheng before Haishi. Entering the city at night, they had to pay an extra fee to enter the city. Fortunately, Xun Feipeng paid for it, and Song Boyu did not have to pay for it himself.

Taking the bald man Chu Changshou back to his residence, Song Boyu and Zhou Xiuniang made a bed for him and let him make do in the living room for the night.

"Tomorrow morning, I will take you to the grain store to buy food. You can take it home as soon as possible to prevent your relatives from starving." Before going to bed, Song Boyu said comfortingly.

This big, bald man burst into tears when he heard this. He kept nodding and saying, "You are a good person. I know you are a good person..."

(End of this chapter)