Zhen Zhidao, who was wrapped into a "mummy", finally saved his life.
The turtle shell that Zhen Zhidao carried on his back was not an ordinary magic weapon, but a part of his body.
When Shi Jing pulled out his turtle shell, it was equivalent to peeling off a layer of his skin. The pain was self-evident. Zhen Zhidao was lucky enough to survive.
But even if he survives, his strength will be greatly reduced, and whether he can continue to stay in the Twenty-Eight Constellations is still a question.
At this time, Zhen Zhidao was placed in a wheelchair, and the rough man who rescued him pushed the wheelchair and said:
"The boss wants to see you."
Zhen Zhidao said weakly: "I also want to see the boss."
Thinking with your toes, you can tell that the boss wanted to see Zhen Zhidao in order to understand what happened in the ghost market.
But Zhen Zhidao was badly beaten by Yan Shou this time, and he was holding back the blood feud in his stomach. He wished he could see the boss immediately, and then tell everything about the past, and wait for the boss to avenge himself.
The two of them walked through a narrow alley. Even in broad daylight, it was gloomy and humid, and the cold wind blew through the alley, making people shiver.
The rugged man pushed Zhen Zhidao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to a paper shop in an alley.
There were many paper figures, paper horses, and paper sedans piled in the shop. The small shop could not fit so many things, and they were even placed outside the shop.
In the shop, an old man who looked to be in his fifties was holding a cigarette butt and silently making paper figurines.
He sat on a small bench and concentrated on tying up a paper man, and then used a brush to draw a human face on the paper man's face.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when the old man finished drawing the eyes, Zhen Zhidao seemed to see the paper man's eyes turn and then stare at him.
This is not an illusion.
Zhen Zhidao came to his senses.
The old man in front of them is their boss, the Jiaomu Jiao who ranks first among the twenty-eight constellations, and is also the paper-maker of the folk sect.
It is said that Jiaomujiao is the oldest and most powerful among the existing paper-makers.
Of course Zhen Zhidao would not doubt the strength of the boss Jiao Mujiao.
He endured the pain and waited quietly for the Jiaomu Jiao to finish the work in hand.
Finally, when the smoke from Jiaomu Jiao's mouth was almost burning, he completed a paper man.
Gently place the paper figure on the ground, take out the cigarette butt and put it under your feet to stamp it out.
He stood up, glanced at Zhen Zhidao, and then waved, signaling the rough man to push Zhen Zhidao in.
The wheelchair entered the shop and Jiaomu Jiao clapped his hands again.
The paper figures in the shop all came to life, jumping up and down, taking strange steps, and began to clean up the shop.
In less than a minute, the paper people closed the door of the shop.
In the dark shop, Jiaomu Jiao lit another cigarette and asked in a cold voice: "Where are the others?"
"They all died in the ghost market." Zhen Zhidao said sadly.
"Tell me the whole story."
"good."
Zhen Zhidao gritted his teeth and told all his experiences in the ghost market.
However, Zhen Zhidao actually did not understand the whole thing and only described what he encountered from his perspective.
Probably, Yan Shouyi borrowed a knife to kill people, and let Shi Jing and other ghost kings take action.
But Zhen Zhidao and the others were not familiar with the place, so not only did they fail to get the real Yangling Tiger Talisman, but they also risked their lives in it.
It can be said that you lose the rice by stealing the chicken, losing your wife and losing the army.
No matter how much Zhen Zhidao burst into tears and finally begged Jiaomu Jiao to avenge him, Jiaomu Jiao listened expressionlessly throughout the whole process. If the cigarette butts were not still burning, Zhen Zhidao might have thought that time had stopped.
When Zhen Zhidao closed his mouth, Jiao Mujiao had also finished smoking a cigarette. He habitually put the cigarette butt under his feet and stamped it out. Seeing this, the paper man beside him quickly handed over a new cigarette and lighter.
"Boss," Zhen Zhidao begged, "then Yan Shouyi can't stay!"
"Don't worry about Yan Shouyi's matter," Jiaomujiao finally said, "The day when the imperial mausoleum is reopened is when Li Genmiao appears, and he will naturally kill Yan Shouyi then."
Although Zhen Zhidao calls Jiaomujiao the boss, there is no superior-subordinate relationship between Jiaomujiao and Li Genmiao.
Chu Liang and the others were the same before.
Strictly speaking, Li Genmiao is just the talker of the New Xuanshan Sect, not the king of truth-telling.
In particular, Jiaomujiao's qualifications and seniority are much higher than Li Genmiao, so there is nothing wrong in calling him by his first name.
Then Jiaomu Jiao sighed:
"The Yangling Tiger Talisman is a very important link in my plan. Since you failed to get it, there is nothing I can do. I can only transfer all my disciples and disciples to Chang'an to fill the vacancies."
The rugged man had already extracted the key meaning of Jiao Mujiao's words and silently turned around to make arrangements.
When Zhen Zhidao saw this, he knew that Jiaomu Jiao already had a plan in mind, so no matter what he said, Jiaomu Jiao would not pay attention to it.
But he still couldn't help but want to remind: "Boss, Yan Shouyi is not a small person. He failed Li Genmiao's plan on Longhu Mountain, and he harmed me again in the ghost market this time. If you let it go, you will make a big mistake."
ah!"
"But Li Genmiao said that Yan Shouyi should be killed by him himself."
Jiaomu Jiao smoked a cigarette, thought for a while, and said slowly:
"If you can't kill Yan Shouyi, then kill Kang Jinlong. He is also a descendant of Lu Ban and a traitor among us."
Zhen Zhidao originally thought there was no hope of revenge, but when he heard that Jiaomu Jiao wanted to kill Kang Jinlong, a light finally flashed in his eyes.
He hates Yan Shouyi, and of course he hates Wei Changqing who is beside Yan Shouyi.
In particular, Wei Changqing rebelled in Longhu Mountain and joined Yan Shouyi's team. Zhen Zhidao had long been unhappy with him.
If you can kill a Wei Changqing, it would be a good thing!
"What are your plans?" Zhen Zhidao couldn't help but ask.
Jiaomu Jiao shook his head, not sure whether he had thought about it or was unwilling to tell Zhen Zhidao.
Several paper figures were waiting beside the Jiaomu Jiao. They only had eyes for the Jiaomu Jiao, with endless admiration in their eyes.
Jiao Mujiao finished smoking his cigarette again. He stretched out his hand and found that the paper man next to him had forgotten to pass the cigarette to him.
So Jiaomu Jiao smiled, picked up the lighter, and lit the paper man's body directly.
The paper man came to his senses and rolled on the ground silently and painfully. The other paper men were so frightened that they quickly moved away.
After a while, the poor paper man was burned to ashes.
Jiaomu Jiao looked at it coldly, not caring that the paper man was his own creation.
When the paper figures were completely burned and the Jiaomu Jiao waved again, the paper figures picked up the cigarettes on the ground with fear and fear and held them to the Jiaomu Jiao respectfully.
Jiao Mujiao lit up a cigarette, patted Zhen Zhidao on the shoulder, and said in his ear:
"You probably won't be able to accomplish anything big if you're like this now. Why don't you go to Elysium as soon as possible."
After saying that, Jiaomu Jiao picked up a paper figurine, placed it in Zhen Zhidao's arms, and then silently lit it on fire.