Mr. Ren's headless corpse still stood with a wine glass in his hand. The wound as big as the mouth of a bowl was bleeding profusely and was still steaming.
Xu Ping stood there holding the wine glass, his pupils shaking.
The crystal clear wine in the cup was stained with foreign matter and turned white.
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the field.
In an instant.
Unimaginable screams of terror erupted from Ren's mansion, and countless people cried and howled, rushing out.
"ah--"
"Run, run quickly."
Riots broke out in the Ren government.
The men and women in the yard only regretted that their parents had lost a few legs. Some social butterflies no longer cared about their manners. They threw off their high heels, lifted up their cheongsams, and ran faster than anyone with their bare feet.
At this moment, no one remained calm.
Such a big head was gone. Xu Ping was awakened by the shout, his hands shook in fright, and he threw the wine glass in his hand.
Impartially, the wine glass happened to be thrown on Mr. Ren, and the headless corpse that was standing there just fell to the ground.
I obviously came to join in the fun, but unexpectedly I saw a fireworks show. It was so exciting.
But in an instant, Xu Ping reacted and looked at Uncle Jiu.
It is obviously impossible to explain such a weird scene using science. Uncle Jiu must explain the world of Uncle Jiu.
I didn't want to, but I saw Uncle Jiu's face flushed, as if blood was about to seep out of his pores.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Teacher...Master!"
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai had anxious faces. Although their faces turned pale with fright, they were very worried when they saw Uncle Jiu acting so strangely.
His eyes seemed to pop out. Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, stretched out his sword finger, and luckily hit his Tanzhong point, spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood.
In the dirty blood, countless tiny insects squirmed on the ground, but they were not dead yet.
Uncle Jiu reached into his arms and took out a yellow talisman. With a shake of his hand, the talisman spontaneously ignited out of thin air. Uncle Jiu threw it into the pile of insects. The flesh worms were roasted and made a strange scream. The literary genius next door was very happy.
I was so scared that I cried.
"Southern Xinjiang Gu Insect!"
Uncle Jiu forced out the mouthful of dirty blood and looked around the arena before he realized, "The wine at the main table was poisoned."
Those who died were all guests at the main table. Although Uncle Jiu was an underground man, he was an upright and highly respected man, so he was naturally a guest at the main table.
Fortunately, he had some good practices and survived.
"Master, what should I do?"
Wencai looked anxious and almost wanted to leave first, it was too scary.
Uncle Jiu also had a serious look on his face at such a tragic scene, but there was nothing he could do.
If someone dies, they must wait for someone from the police station to come.
At this moment, moths fluttered out from among the more than ten corpses, and the strange sound of their wings flapping made the Ren Mansion, which had been silent for a moment, become noisy again.
"Buzz buzz..."
Only the four of them were still standing in the courtyard, but there were also many guests crowded in the distance, observing the situation on the field.
When the moths saw the large group of living people, they opened their tiny mouthparts and rushed over like flickering candles.
Xu Ping exclaimed: "Be careful."
Large moths were like thick fog, representing the unknown and fear. A firelight flashed in the sky. Uncle Jiu stepped on the table, turned over like a kite, and came to everyone.
"Get out of here!"
Uncle Jiu was in danger and evacuated the crowd first.
Facing the huge number of Gu insects, Uncle Jiu was not afraid. He held a lantern and took out the snow-white candle.
He pinched the magic weapon with his left hand and poked the flickering candle with his sword finger. In an instant, the weak candle grew in the wind, and the whistling flame burned towards the moth Gu.
"Crack, crackle, crackle..."
The moths bathed in the flames crackled and rained down, exuding a burnt aroma when they landed on the ground.
But there were too many moths, and Uncle Jiu seemed a bit clumsy with his own strength. A few moths broke through the gap, seeming to know that Uncle Jiu was powerful, so they ignored him and chased towards the fleeing crowd.
At this critical moment, a canopy of wax oil was thrown from behind and landed on the moth, making a sizzling sound...
Holding two candles, burning them crosswise, the wax oil quickly condensed. Xu Ping looked calm, and from time to time he flicked out the hot wax oil, and an oil-exploding moth appeared.
A drop of wax oil can make people squeak, let alone a tiny moth.
Oh, what a good idea.
Qiu Sheng still had some sense of justice, and he was brave and strong. He also took out two candles from the lantern and followed suit.
The three of them held the horns and surrounded the moth. Wen Cai did not drop the chain at this time. When he saw the candle in someone's hand burned out, he hurriedly set up a table and chairs to get it.
Fortunately, Ren's family was wealthy and the yard was filled with lanterns, so they would not run out of bullets at the critical moment.
Uncle Jiu's trick is so cool... Although swiping wax oil can also have miraculous effects, making a fire out of thin air looks even more handsome.
Xu Ping was yearning for it and tried to circulate his true energy to create flames.
Unexpectedly, the true energy circulated into his palms, and the candle seemed to be unable to withstand the influx of true energy, and suddenly turned into thick and sticky wax oil, hanging on his fingers.
Not to mention, the wax oil was ignited by the candle flame, and his hands were wrapped in wax oil, making it look like he was grasping two flames.
"This is... the wood-burning sword technique!"
With the blessing of flames, Xu Ping was full of confidence and rushed directly into the group of moths, waving his flowery hands in the courtyard of Ren Mansion.
He waved the wax oil with his hand, and a large flame flew into the sky, roaring into the night sky.
Moths are hardly an enemy in one fell swoop. Anyone touched by the flames in his palm will immediately turn into powder.
Although the flame burns with wax oil, at the same time, the true energy is also the nourishment of the flame, so how can these moths Gu be able to resist it?
In the past, moths flew to the flame; now, the fire flies to the moth.
Xu Ping among the moths was like a god of fire, waving his flower hand, and the flames spiraled up into the sky. No moth dared to get close. The moths, which were not smart enough, suddenly turned around in a hurry.
"So handsome! How do you learn this?"
Qiu Sheng was dumbfounded when he saw it. This fire player was even more handsome than his master.
Can't learn, can't learn.
But he finally understood why Master respected Xu Ping so much.
I just listened to Master's dictation about how the paper man died together with the zombies, but I actually didn't feel much at all.
But now he saw Xu Ping burning most of the poisonous insects in the sky with his flowery hands, and he finally understood why the master said that this shopkeeper Xu was a real hidden master.
Uncle Jiu is an orthodox descendant of Maoshan, with superb Taoism. It can be seen at a glance that what Xu Ping is playing now is completely wild.
But if you can't hold back other people's true energy, it has miraculous effects. I can only say that this trick works well.
I can also play!
Uncle Jiu couldn't help feeling regretful in his heart. If his master hadn't died, he would have wanted to recruit Xu Ping as his disciple and take him under the Maoshan sect.
Master, he is still alive...ahem!
There were fewer and fewer moths on the field, and Uncle Jiu also had a burst of luck. The flames roared like a giant dragon, lighting up the night sky.
The remaining moths were immediately fragrant and crunchy.
When all the dust settled, the moth corpses on the ground were covered with a thick layer, and Uncle Jiu took a deep breath.
Looking at Xu Ping again, his face was rosy and his eyes were like stars. He didn't look tired at all, and he seemed to still have some unfinished ideas.
At this time, Captain Ah Wei, who was wearing a light blue police uniform, arrived belatedly with a team of guards carrying guns.
"Uncle Ninth, Uncle Ninth, have you caught the murderer?"
Seeing more than a dozen headless corpses on the ground, Ah Wei poked his glasses on the bridge of his nose, not daring to look further.
When the change happened, he ran faster than a rabbit. Now he summoned his brothers and dared to rush in to see the situation.
The guard with a gun behind him didn't look sideways and didn't dare to look at the ground. The yard was like a Shura field, it was too scary.
Uncle Jiu's face was livid. Such a thing happened under his nose. Isn't this a provocation to him, an orthodox Maoshan disciple?
"A demon has poisoned the wine."
When the four-eyed boy Awei heard this, he shouted in a male voice: "Arrest all the liquor sellers in this town."
Uncle Jiu looked helpless: "Only the wine at our main table was poisoned."
Seeing Uncle Jiu standing there perfectly fine, Awei's eyes lit up and he instantly found a scapegoat: "Then why are you not dead? It must be you who poisoned me. You are the only one in the town who knows these magical things."