Way of Choices

The fat powder spilled by the little girl is of course poisonous.

Except for Su, who was the descendant of Huang Quan, who was beheaded by corpses, covered in filthy cold poison, according to the truth, he would not be afraid of any poison.

But those fat powders are not ordinary poisons, but Tang family poisons.

If it is the real old people like Shangxing Zhou who see this scene, they will surely remember some of the older history.

The Tang family, which is more southwest, can spend so many years quietly under the watch of countless powerful people in the sacred field.

Why are the Tang family heads so mysterious and terrible?

Because the Tang family is the best at it, the most terrible is poison.

But with the passage of time, no one has remembered this.

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Feeling that the meridian is dying rapidly, feeling that the real blood is constantly flowing, except for Su Zhen is going crazy.

These bureaucrats, vendors and fortune-tellers, in terms of realm and strength, are only ordinary in his opinion.

It was the two old men who could burn the sun and the little girl who used poison. If he was in peacetime, he had a way to cope. But their cooperation with each other was so harmonious, without any loopholes, that he was not given any chance to fight back, and directly trapped him in a dangerous situation.

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

A scream burst from his blood-stained lips.

There are countless fine ripples on the surface of the river, and the poisoned fish and snakes are short and split.

Countless black blood splattered around, and then he was transformed into black mist by the most authentic magic of Changsheng Sect.

The black mist was blown into countless strands by the wind, each twisted as if it were alive, turned into a snake, and then gradually appeared.

Those faces are blurred at first, then clear, and the brows and eyes of the face are gradually clearing, the fangs and claws are gradually appearing, or they are grim or cold, all are ghosts.

Countless blood misty ghosts, holding sharp blades, forced the people on the shore.

Countless harsh cutting sounds appeared on the six chains, and countless black Mars appeared on the water and fire sticks.

The fortune-teller's streamers were swaying in the wind, and the hands of the vendors had fallen into the sand table.

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

It was just when the Soviet Union was ready to use the most powerful means, even if the body and soul were shattered, it was necessary to kill all these people on the shore.

Suddenly a sound of piano sounded from the riverside.

The sound of this piano is not as good as that played by the devil in Xueling, but it is equally breathtaking.

If Zhu Ye is still alive, the first reaction after hearing this piano sound today must still do everything possible to escape.

This piano sound once rang on the bank opposite the Taoist Temple.

The piano player is a blind violinist.

I don't know when the blind piano player came to the field and came to the shore.

The blind piano player raised his head and glanced at Chu Su.

There are no black pupils in his eyes, only white eyes, reflecting the dark blood and ghosts in the sky, slightly gray.

He knew that the other party could not see himself, but Chu Su felt that his body and even the spiritual world had been seen through.

Countless fears poured into his heart, almost stopping his heart.

He dared not make any counterattack anymore, and he broke free of the five iron chains as quickly as possible and turned and jumped into Wenshui.

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The sound of the piano rose continuously and spread far away in the snow.

When the strings move, there is a sense between heaven and earth, and the soft snowflake becomes the sharpest flying knife.

In the sky above the river, there were countless mournful wails, countless ghosts screamed again and again, and they were cut into the finest fragments.

The snowflakes were dyed gray and black, and they fell into the river and could no longer be seen.

It's like removing Su in the river.

The light was shining on Wenshui. I could no longer see the shadow of Su Su, but only a residual image on the water.

He was too fast, even faster than the shadow disappeared.

The blind piano player looked into the distance and ignored it. His thin fingers continued to fiddle with the strings, but the tone changed.

Now the piece he plays is called the Yellow River, and Qiu Shanjun once sang that evening.

The sound of the piano fell on the surface of the river as if it were a real thing, and the water droplets splashed like gold liquid.

The residual image was cut silently.

Somewhere, there was a cry of sorrow and pain.

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

It turned out that Su Su was not hidden in the river water, but was hidden in the eyes of the light array again.

In the sound of a crisp metal impact, an iron chain was thrown into the air, tying the broken tail.

The little girl reached out and sprinkled the fat powder on the broken tail, just like cooking and pickling.

In the heavy **** of the iron chain, he still struggled ceaselessly, as if the broken tail of the living creature was gradually still, and then he really died.

An old man selling hemp sugar came forward and wrapped the broken tail in kraft paper covered with sugar.

After doing these things, they looked at the blind piano player.

The government, merchants, fortune-tellers, old people selling hemp sugar, and little girls who buy fat powder are the five kinds of people in the Tang family.

But they are not all.

They are the five of the five, and there is one more.

That person is their teacher and their leader.

"Xisanli."

Seven merchants are still presiding over the formation, the wind is blowing, and the fortune-teller finds Susu again.

The servants were carrying iron ropes, holding fire and water sticks, and were ready to continue their pursuit.

The old man selling hemp sugar and the little girl buying fat powder also started to pack things.

There was no expression on their faces and they were calm.

Since the blind piano master shot, in addition to Su Zai how to be good at hiding, the means are invincible, after all, it is a dead word.

The blind musician did not move.

The government merchants, the old man and the little girl looked at him.

"enough."

The blind musician closed his eyes and continued to play the piano.

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The speed of time is not exactly the same. This is true for different people in different moods, as well as before and after an event.

As the time limit approaches, the flow rate of time tends to accelerate a lot.

The poker game in the Tang's old house has ceased.

The card game in the ancestral hall has also reached the end.

An hour is coming.

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

"Uncle Sixteen, you and Uncle Seventeen are twin brothers, and the relationship has always been close. I think you must want to avenge him."

Tang Thirty-six looked at one of them and said, "But you need to make sure that he was not killed by the devil or the pope, but by the second uncle."

Hearing this sentence, Tang Sixteen's expression changed suddenly, staring at him and saying, "Evidence."

Tang Thirty-six said: "At first, a bishop of Yinghua Hall was expelled from the palace because of Zhu Shadan. You should know this person."

Tang Sixteen's face grew darker and he said, "He accompanied Seventeen to Gaoyang Town."

Tang 36 looked at the card in his hand and said, "He is not dead."

Tang Sixteen said: "No matter who moves the hand, even... the second brother, he doesn't make sense to be alive."

Tang 36 raised his head to look at him and said, "This shows the truth that suicide is always more difficult than killing."

Tang Sixteen Huo Ran got up and said: "Give him to me."

Tang Thirty-six lowered his head again and began to reorganize the cards, saying: "It depends on whether Uncle Sixteen will give me what I want."

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