Fighter of the Destiny

The powder the little girl spilled was of course poison.

Zhusu is a descendant of Huangquan, the remains of a beheaded corpse, and is covered in filthy cold poison. Logically speaking, he will not be afraid of any poison.

But those powders were not ordinary poisons, but poisons from the Tang family.

If real old people like Shang Xingzhou saw this scene, they would definitely think of some older history.

What does the Tang family, which is located in the southwest, have been able to spend so many years peacefully under the watchful eyes of countless powerful men in the sacred realm?

Why were the heads of the Tang family in past dynasties so mysterious and terrifying?

Because the Tang family's best method and the most terrifying method is poison.

But as time goes by, almost no one remembers this.

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Feeling that the meridians were rapidly weakening, feeling that the true blood was flowing continuously, Su Zhen was about to go crazy.

In his opinion, these government servants, traders, and fortune tellers were just ordinary regardless of their level or strength.

It was the two old men who knew the Burning Sun Technique and the little girl who used poison. In normal times, he would have been able to deal with them. But their cooperation with each other was so harmonious, without any loopholes, that they didn't give him any chance to fight back, directly trapping him in a dangerous situation.

This feeling really made him extremely annoyed, angry, and painful.

A scream burst out from his bloody lips.

Countless fine ripples appeared on the surface of the river, and the poisoned fish and snakes were torn apart.

Countless black blood sprayed everywhere, and then he used the most authentic magic of the Changsheng Sect to turn it into black mist.

The black mist was blown into countless strands by the wind, and each strand twisted as if alive, turned into a snake, and then gradually revealed its face.

The faces were blurry at first, and then became clear. The outline of the face and eyebrows gradually became clearer, and the fangs, bones and claws gradually appeared. They were either ferocious or cold, and they were all ghosts.

Countless ghosts turned into blood mist, holding sharp blades, and forced towards the people on the shore.

There were countless harsh cutting sounds on the six iron chains, and countless black sparks appeared on the water and fire sticks.

The fortune teller's flags were fluttering in the wind, and the vendors' hands had already fallen into the sand tray.

The two old men selling sesame candy were ready to punch again, and the little girl held another handful of powder in her hand.

Just when Zhusu was about to use the most powerful means, even if his body and soul were broken, he would kill all the people on the shore.

Suddenly a piano sound sounded from the riverside.

The sound of this harp is not as good as the one played by the Demon King in the snowy ridge, but it is still breathtaking.

If Zhu Ye was still alive, his first reaction after hearing the sound of the piano today would still be to try his best to escape.

This sound of the piano once sounded on the shore opposite the Taoist Temple.

The piano player is a blind luthier.

I don't know when, the blind luthier came to the venue and came to the shore.

The blind luthier raised his head and glanced at Chusu.

There were no black pupils in his eyes, only the whites, which looked slightly gray reflecting the black blood and ghosts in the sky.

Although he knew that the other party could not see him, Chusu felt that his body and even his spiritual world had been seen through.

Countless fears surged into his heart, almost causing his heart to stop beating.

He no longer dared to make any counterattack, broke away from the five iron chains as quickly as possible, turned around and jumped into the Wenshui River.

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The sound of the piano rose continuously and spread into the distance in the wind and snow.

When the strings move, there is a reaction between heaven and earth, and the gentle snowflakes turn into the sharpest flying knives.

Countless shrill and unpleasant screams sounded in the sky above the river, and countless ghosts screamed and were cut into the finest pieces.

The snowflakes were dyed gray and black and fell into the river, never to be seen again.

Just like a piece of wormwood falling into the river.

The light shines on Wenshui, and there is no trace of Zhusu, only an afterimage on the water.

His speed was too fast, even faster than the shadow disappeared.

The blind luthier looked into the distance and ignored it. His skinny fingers continued to play with the strings, but the tone changed.

The song he is playing now is called Yellow River, which Qiu Shanjun once sang that evening.

The sound of the piano is like a real thing, falling on the river, and the water droplets splash like gold liquid.

The afterimage cut off silently.

A shrill and painful scream came from somewhere.

A severed tail fell from the sky accompanied by black blood.

It turns out that Zhusu was not hiding in the river, but was hiding in the eyes of the light array again.

With the crisp sound of metal hitting, an iron chain was thrown into the air, tying up the severed tail.

The little girl reached out and sprinkled powder on the severed tail, as if cooking or pickling.

He was still struggling under the heavy chains, as if the severed tail of a living creature gradually became still, and only then did he really die.

An old man selling sesame candy came forward and wrapped the broken tail with candy-wrapped brown paper.

After doing this, they looked at the blind luthier.

The five types of people in the Tang family are the government servant, the merchant, the fortune teller, the old man selling sesame candy, and the little girl buying cosmetics.

But they are not all.

They are five of the five kinds of people, and in addition, there is one person.

That person is their teacher and their leader.

"West Sanli."

The seven vendors were still presiding over the formation, the wind blew the flags, and the fortune teller found Chusu again.

The government officials carried iron ropes on their backs and water and fire sticks, ready to continue the pursuit.

The old man selling sesame candy and the little girl buying cosmetics also started to pack their things.

Their faces were expressionless and calm.

Now that the blind luthier has taken action, no matter how good Su is at hiding and has unparalleled vicious methods, he is still destined to die.

The blind luthier didn't move.

The government officials, vendors, old men and young girls all looked at him.

"enough."

The blind luthier closed his eyes and continued to play.

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The speed of time is not exactly the same, not only for different people in different moods, but also for the before and after of an event.

As the time limit approaches, the flow of time tends to speed up a lot.

The card game in the Tang family's old house has stopped.

The card game in the ancestral hall has also come to an end.

The hour is almost up.

The three people at the table were obviously getting more and more nervous, and there was more and more sweat on their foreheads.

"Uncle Sixteen, you and Uncle Seventeen are twin brothers and have always been close to each other. I think you must want to avenge him."

Tang Thirty-Six looked at one of them and said: "But you need to make it clear that he was not killed by the Demon Lord, nor by the Pope, but by the second uncle."

Upon hearing these words, Tang Shiliu's expression suddenly changed, he stared at him and said, "Evidence."

Tang Thirty-Six said: "Because of the Cinnabar Pill incident, a bishop of the Yinghua Palace was expelled from the palace. You should know this person."

Tang Shiliu's face gradually turned gloomy and he said, "He accompanied Qi Qi to Gaoyang Town."

Tang Thirty-Six glanced at the cards in his hand and said, "He's not dead."

Mr. Tang Shiliu said: "No matter who did it, even if it was... my second brother, there is no reason for him to still be alive."

Tang Sanliu raised his head and glanced at him, and said, "This illustrates the truth that suicide is always more difficult than killing someone."

Tang Shiliu stood up suddenly and said, "Give him to me."

Tang Sanliu lowered his head again and started sorting the cards, and said, "Then it depends on whether Uncle Sixteen is willing to give me what I want."