His heart tightened, Fang Lin quickly gathered his energy with his right hand and struck directly at the old man's heart, trying to protect his last trace of heart pulse.
Almost at the same time, his left hand quickly passed over the Qiankun Pot, and the eight silver needles pierced around his heart like flowing water.
"Master Fang, how are you?
Can it still be saved?"
Before he learned the method of entering Xishan from the old man, the next road must be a narrow escape, so Zhu Chunshou also asked very eagerly.
Yao Chengjun's people may have guessed that he was capable of hypnosis, so they made such an arrangement.
It is not difficult to discover this. After all, no matter how hard you are, you will not speak honestly if you are in your own hands. There are too many examples of this.
"You want to die without my consent?
no way."
Even so, Fang Lin was not anxious at all and snorted with a hint of disdain.
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly made a hand seal and without moving his lips, he lightly patted the old man's Tianling Cap.
Zhu Chunshou saw all this series of actions, but he was totally confused in his heart, but he was too embarrassed to ask questions, so he could only stand aside and watch silently.
But Zhu Chunshou was very puzzled. At this time, the old man's skin was all black, and his heartbeat was not even the slightest bit. He was obviously dead.
When a person dies and the lamp goes out, Zhu Chunshou really can't figure out what other means Fang Lin can use to make a dead man speak?
As Fang Lin raised his hand again, a stream of white smoke-like gas burst out from the door of the old man's head, instantly forming a ghost shaped like the old man.
Different from the old man, the soul can only float in the air, and the size of the entire body has also been reduced by about ten times.
"You...I...what do I do?
I...amn't I dead?"
As soon as he saw Fang Lin, the ghost immediately shivered with fright, let out a sharp scream and tried to escape.
"Want to leave?
no way."
After snorting disdainfully, Fang Lin quickly blocked the ghost's path and quickly grabbed him in his hand.
"This... this... I'm still dead?
I...I have become a ghost, you...why don't you let me go?
Why...why can you see me?
This...what the hell is going on?"
When he saw his stiff body on the ground, the old man came back to his senses a little, but he still had a confused look on his face and was trembling all over.
"Don't you seem to know a lot about Huilong Jue?
Can’t you understand this?”
"I...I only know a little bit about it, how could this happen?
I...shouldn't I go to see God after I die?
How could he become a ghost that you, the Chinese people, believe in?"
"Whatever you are?
In our majestic land of China, everything must be under my control.
Didn’t you say that we in China are the sick men of East Asia?
how?
Are you afraid now?"
"I...I...I don't dare...I don't dare anymore. In fact, I was just bragging before. I know that China is a vast land with abundant resources and capable people. I...I don't dare anymore."
Under Fang Lin's iron fist, even the old man who became a ghost could clearly feel the strong sense of suffocation.
Now that he no longer had any ability to commit suicide, he had no choice but to reveal the truth due to his strong desire to survive.
"Now let me show you what the power of China is."
Suddenly, an evil sneer flashed across Fang Lin's lips.
As he spoke, Fang Lin let go of his hand, and the old man's soul quickly escaped. But before he could recover from the violent cough, a Pyroblast Talisman had been thrown out of Fang Lin's hand.
Only a thunderous explosion was heard, followed by raging fire, and the old man screamed in pain again as if he was in a huge furnace.
The more painful it was, the more the old man wanted to struggle, and the more he struggled, the more exhausted he became.
As if there was a huge magnetic force, the old man could not escape from the sea of fire no matter how hard he tried.
The burning pain was so heartbreaking that the old man could even clearly smell the stench of being burned on his body.
"Spare... have mercy on me! I... I really know that I was wrong. I never dare to say anything bad about Huaxia again. Please spare my life!"
Although he didn't know what the specific fate would be next, the old man was certain that he didn't dare to bear this kind of pain even for a second, so he could only plead hard.
This was the first time Fang Lin drew the Pyroblast Talisman after absorbing Fuxi's soul six times in Seoul. Even he himself did not expect that its power would become so terrifying.
The ghost couldn't even move in the raging fire, and could only let it burn, and it didn't even last for five seconds.
"If you want to survive, then tell the truth. This is your only chance to make amends."
Fang Lin showed a very satisfied smile and said calmly.
"sure."
The old man really felt that it would be better to die than this kind of pain, which was even worse than heartbreaking.
It's a pity that you are not even qualified to die now, so how can you dare to violate it in the slightest?
He quickly said yes.
After mumbling some words, the fire disappeared in an instant, and Fang Lin asked him a few key questions.
Although the old man did become honest in the end, Fang Lin had no intention of letting him go just like that.
After conveniently putting him into the portable Linglong Tower, he was punished to write "The Best in China" ten thousand times a day before it was over.
After all, he was already quite old. In order to avoid scaring Zhu Chunshou and to prevent him from asking questions, all of Fang Lin's actions were done while his soul was out of body.
"Young Master Fang, what are you..." Looking at Fang Lin who suddenly showed a confident smile again, Zhu Chunshou asked very puzzledly.
"I'll take a call first. Hello, Mr. Xuan, are you okay?"
Just when he was about to answer Zhu Chunshou casually, Wei Tingxuan's phone call came in. It saved him the time of wasting saliva, so Fang Lin quickly picked up the phone and asked.
"Master Fang, where are you now?"
"Chuzhou Xishan."
"Where are you running and why?"
"If you have any questions, just say it. I'm very busy."
"It's like this. The day after tomorrow is the time for the meeting of the three provinces! So I want to ask you when will you go to Xuanwu Temple?"
"It should be early the morning after tomorrow! I still have some things to solve here, and I want to go back to Fenghuang Village.
You're not calling me just to care about me, right?"
"Hehe... I really can't hide anything from you.
To be honest, I have some very bad news to tell you. The Supreme Elder has left isolation and will participate in this meeting of the three provinces."
As soon as he talked about business, Wei Tingxuan immediately darkened his face and spoke almost word for word.
"Oh! Isn't this a normal thing?"
Fang Lin said casually.
Regarding the Supreme Elder of Xuanwu Temple, Fang Lin almost heard the cocoon in his ears at first, and was praised as a god by the people of Xuanwu Temple.
