"Lord Huiming, why don't we just chop him down?" Jing Xuzi said, looking at the half of his body on the ground.
"I'll just ask."
After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he took out a small green leather bag from his arms and spread it on the ground.
"Master Huiming, isn't he an elder of the Six Tribulations of the Ao Jing sect?" Jing Xuzi looked puzzled at the few knives pinned to his bag on the ground, "In my impression, even those unscrupulous Ao Jing sects tortured them with all kinds of big things every day.
my own."
"I haven't used this set of knives for a long time." Lu Mingfei said as he bit off the pad of his middle finger and lit a fire.
"Then how do you usually practice?"
Suddenly, Jing Xuzi seemed to understand something, patted his head and said, "The thing must be too big and the part is too private."
Lu Mingfei shook his head and dismissed Jing Xuzi, "There are a bunch of people arguing in my head. When I am angry, they fight in my head."
The burnt smell came from the burning fingertips on the ground. Lu Mingfei took out two knives and kept roasting them with the fire.
"Master Huiming's method is somewhat similar to that of a charlatan. Are you planning to cure this person?" Jing Xuzi followed Lu Mingfei and squatted down, watching the blade gradually turn purple.
"Tell me what you know, otherwise it may be very painful." Lu Mingfei came to the man and said.
"I said!"
To Lu Mingfei's expectation, the man actually gave in.
"The Great Immortal of Bones...Ah!!!!"
Lu Mingfei cut open the right side of the man's face with a knife, and the man screamed in pain.
"Lord Huiming, didn't he say something?"
Jing Xuzi squatted aside, holding his face with his hands and said, "Could it be that this person has forgotten the Tao?"
"No, the pain in his body shows that he is really scared."
"Oh?" Jing Xuzi opened his eyes and asked doubtfully, "Then why do you still torture him?"
"He was going to die. I was afraid that he would make charades while speaking, so I helped him keep his spirits up."
"The Nestorian Elder's way of refreshing himself is somewhat unique."
Lu Mingfei ignored him, but concentrated on opening the layers of flesh and pulling out a few things that looked like shredded meat.
Then he took the fire and grilled the shredded meat. The people on the ground kept shaking as if they were having an epilepsy. With trembling hands, they dug desperately into their eyes until the whole eyeballs were crushed and flowed out from their nostrils.
"Everything in human beings is empty, empty thoughts are like dust, all things are illusions, and Empress Sanxiao is as anxious as a law or order."
When another non-human eye squeezed out of Lu Mingfei's pupil, the man stopped shouting, but his whole body continued to twitch.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect Master Huiming to be related to the prodigal hoofers in Bixia Cave." Jing Xuzi said with an envious look.
Lu Mingfei stared at the man and asked, "What is the Great White Bone Immortal?"
"The great...immortal is a living...Bodhisattva, she came down to earth to help...
"Stop, stop, stop." Lu Mingfei interrupted the man, "Tell me what's so powerful about it and let you worship it."
"The Great Immortal has given us a mountain of rice, a mountain of noodles, and a mountain of gold and silver, and a mountain of women." The man suddenly spoke eloquently.
"Does the way of heaven influence each other?" Lu Mingfei looked up at the sky, then his eyes spurted blood, and he asked again: "Where are these mountains?"
"They are right here, look." The man raised his head, with a hint of excitement in the two bloody holes. He stretched out his bloody hands and swallowed the broken eyeballs that fell on the ground into his mouth and chewed them hard.
"It's so delicious. Don't try to compete with me for these glutinous rice balls!"
boom!
Lu Mingfei crushed the man's head under his feet, and then said, "It seems that his position is not high."
"So far it seems like this." Jing Xuzi smiled, and then said: "The Fierce Ghosts will one day surpass the eight Sheqi families."
"However, I didn't expect that Mr. Lu could actually spot the spies of the Sheqi Eighth Family." Yuan Zhennu said.
"You hit him too hard, cut him off in the middle, otherwise you can ask other questions." Lu Mingfei's expression looked a little regretful.
"Didn't Mr. Lu already ask what he wanted?" Yuan Zhennu took out a handkerchief and wiped the saber clean. "The Sheqi family has always been like this. They pride themselves on their professionalism and use money and status to deceive people."
"These methods are used by every sect. Even a well-known and decent sect like Nestorianism promises to make people taste pain every day."
"Jingjiao? Is it some kind of dragon-slaying organization?" Yuan Zhennu asked.
Lu Mingfei did not answer, but stood up and came to the window, feeling something.
"This rain seems like it shouldn't fall."
"The weather forecast says it will rain in the next few days." Yuan Zhennu took out her mobile phone and put it in front of Lu Mingfei.
The weather above is pitch black and rainy.
"Everyone in the world will be confused by appearances." Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand, soaked it with some rain, then withdrew it back to the house, and then slapped himself in the face.
"What are you doing, Mr. Lu?" Yuan Zhennu was confused by this sudden turn of events.
"Did he feel guilty for killing that person?"
"Lu Jun doesn't need to blame himself, that person..."
"Shh~" Lu Mingfei stretched out his index finger to make a silent gesture, "I'm talking to Lu Mingfei."
"Oh..." Yuan Zhinu had no choice but to shut up.
"This rain is caused by Si Ming."
Lu Mingfei suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Liang Zi, Lao Zhang, take Xiaokang and follow me."
"Okay~"
"Old slave has an order."
When passing by Chu Tianjiao, he turned around and looked at Chu Tianjiao and said, "What's urgent for you? It's very urgent. Go ahead." After that, he continued to walk out.
"Yes." Chu Tianjiao nodded.
Yuan Zhinv hurriedly followed and asked, "Where are you going, Mr. Lu?"
"Supervisor Tiansi."
.....
Everyone in Genji Heavy Industries was silent.
A few minutes ago, Hilbert Jean Angers landed and disappeared.
All monitoring measures had no effect on this old man. Just like his voice, Time Zero, the world's strongest dragon slayer seemed like a ghost.
"The Miyamoto family bears the main responsibility for this matter." Miyamoto Shio stood up and walked to the middle of the tatami, pulled out the ribs from his waist, and made a gesture to insert it into his stomach.
"Miyamoto-kun." Yuan Zhisheng called expressionlessly.
"Yes, young master." Miyamoto Shio stopped what he was doing.
"Since you're ready to die, it's better to stay alive and make up for it." Yuan Zhisheng came to him with a cup of tea and put it down, "Drink some tea."
"Thank you, young master."
"Everyone." Yuan Zhisheng clapped his hands, attracting the attention of the silent people, "I know what the eight Sheqi families are facing."
"Everyone, Nagatachibana Masamune is missing, the demons are ready to move, and Anger, the president of Kassel College, even Kyoto has no idea what he is planning, or even..."
Yuan Zhisheng paused and said with an uncertain tone: "There is even Lu Mingfei, who is suspected of being the Dragon King, secretly."
"Although each of these things is very difficult, as long as we are still the heads of the Sheqi Ba family and the guardians of this island, we should face them!"
In Yuan's innocent pupils, gold as hot as lava was flowing.
"No excuses!" Everyone stood up and bowed.
These people are all older than Yuan Zhisheng, but what they worship is not Yuan Zhisheng, but his destiny.
Amaterasu, who illuminates everything. This chapter has been completed!