After soaking in the barrel for about thirty minutes, Alan's light footsteps came from outside the door again.
Probably thinking that the deducers had not noticed something was wrong for thirty minutes and ran out on their own initiative, and had already confirmed that they had not received the prompt. Alan's expression when he opened the door showed a hint of disappointment and numbness.
The water vapor in the room has cooled.
She glanced at them and saw five limp bodies lying or lying in the barrels. All of them had their eyes closed peacefully, looking completely defenseless.
"..."
Alan blinked, not surprised by the result. She turned around and went to Jiang Po's house first, and reported to Jiang Po: "The bathing is over. Just like the four people in the morning, they fell asleep because the soul repair was too comfortable."
This statement was naturally deceived by "Mr. Jiang". She knew it, but she still had to pretend to be unaware and act with her.
At this time, Jiang Po had already stood up.
No longer needing to hide her cloth shoes from outsiders, Jiang Po stood by the window of her house with her hands behind her back, looking out intently.
Looking out from this window, you can see a never-ending river at the end not far away.
It is the water source of Fengtou Town and the basis for the survival of the people in Fengtou Town. However, it is also a river of natural disaster that takes away their lives and fills them with resentment.
She looked at it for a while, then turned her head and said with emotion: "Alan, after I die of exhaustion and everything is settled, Yejiang will be guarded by you, and I will hand over the things in Zhenjiang.
You, you must take my place...cough cough cough!"
Alan stepped forward quickly, patted Jiang Po on the back, lowered his eyelashes, and retorted dissatisfied in a low voice: "Mother, don't talk nonsense, you won't die."
Jiang Po weakly handed her body weight to Alan. After the coughing subsided, she said: "I'm almost at my limit. You know it. Don't say such willful words."
"If you don't help those outsiders, you can still live for a long time! Repairing the soul is too laborious, why don't you let me do it?" Alan was in a bad mood and talked back more often, so he was beaten by Mrs. Jiang.
He touched the top of his head.
It doesn't hurt, just like an elder patting the younger one on the head helplessly and indulgently, just to express disapproval of what the younger one said.
"You're still young, and my mother-in-law won't allow you to risk your life on this matter." Mother-in-law Jiang rejected Alan's proposal without any doubt, "This matter is non-negotiable."
One of Alan's eyelids trembled slightly, feeling disgusted by this hypocritical and superb acting.
She knew that this unnecessary drama was just to make "Mother Jiang" die naturally.
As long as even she thinks that Po Jiang is dead and there is nothing fishy about her, Master Wanban will have completely solved a serious problem.
Thinking in her heart, Alan's performance was still impeccable, just like she had maintained for the past month, and she responded lowly: "Then I will help you go see those outsiders."
A young figure and an old figure walked into the corridor together and headed towards the barrel room.
Seeing the incapacitated extrapolators, Jiang Po motioned to Alan to move the table from the next room over.
Because moving five bodies was a bit difficult for the two of them, the "soul repair" began in this room.
Alan took the order and quickly brought in the wooden table that had been used once in the morning, and then placed the tools needed for soul repair.
She held a short clay pot and began to arrange the things into categories. While she was doing this, Jiang Po was already walking slowly and came to the wooden barrel to observe these new bodies.
Jiang Po first lingered in front of Siren's barrel for a long time, stretched out her hand to touch Siren's face, then hesitantly turned to Yu Xing's barrel, staring at his body emerging from the water.
No one saw the greed and satisfaction flashing in her eyes. She seemed to be choosing something. In the end, she set her sights on Yu Xing.
"Let's mend his soul first. Come on, Alan, help your mother-in-law take him out."
The wet body was lifted out of the water.
Alan's strength was not that of an ordinary woman. She picked up Yu Xing with ease and placed him on the cloth-covered table.
When she saw that he was still wearing pants, Jiang Po was not surprised. Every move of the deducers was under her "eyes". She was very sure that these people had not said a few words in the barrel.
Slowly he fell into coma.
Alan felt a little regretful.
This person seems to be an escort? It's a pity that this is the only person who has shown the intention to test her. It is obviously possible to discover the truth... but it is still a little bit short.
"Okay, Alan, please go out first and come back when I call you." Jiang Po stood at the table.
If you look at it from a distance, this scene looks a bit like an operating table. Yu Xing is lying on the operating table, and Jiang Po is the doctor who is about to operate on him.
Alan nodded and went out, closing the door. Po Jiang was the only living being in the room.
She hooked her fingers, and a cold breath filled the air from her body. Bloody lines appeared one after another on the originally empty floor. The lines gradually connected and merged, forming a strange formation that blocked the outside world.
The temperature in the air dropped suddenly, Yu Xing closed his eyes, and his body seemed to be shivering subconsciously due to the cold.
Jiang Po couldn't put it down, she laughed softly, finally gave up her pretense, and pinched Yu Xing's body, a hoarse voice came out of her throat, making people shudder: "What a skin...it really is.
Good skin, the old man accepted it with a smile. The risk of soul repair is so high, and even if he fails, he will not be questioned by that stupid girl..."
What came out of her mouth was a man's voice, old and muddy.
After being happy alone for a while, Mrs. Jiang took out a set of silver needles from the clay pot on the table.
No matter what, the traces of repairs that should be left must still be left. Otherwise, if Alan becomes suspicious and does unnecessary things, she will have to kill Alan, and then lose one chance to get the complete list of the resistance organization.
Thinking of the mission given to her by Master Wanban, Jiang Po's face darkened, and she cursed resentfully: "What a bunch of trash, they haven't been able to even form a resistance organization for so long, and I have to wear this old immortal's skin to fight with that stupid girl.
It’s been going on for so long!”
As she spoke, she had already inserted the first needle into Yu Xing's eyebrow.
This technique is similar to acupuncture. Thin silver needles are fixed on the skin without causing any obvious discomfort. There are seven silver needles in Jiang Po's hand. The second and third needles are fixed on Yu Xing's left and right shoulders.
Four fell towards the chest.
However, this one did not go in smoothly. The sinister aura of the silver needle was resisted by another strange aura. Po Jiang frowned and squinted her old eyes and leaned over to take a closer look.
This is her favorite skin, so don't let anything go wrong.
As she got closer, she felt something was wrong. There seemed to be a shallow layer of confusion on the surface of the body, which could hide the true appearance. However, the technique of the confusion was very rough, and she could directly break it with her own methods.
Yin Qi gathered in the palm of her hand. Jiang Po closed her eyes and followed the sensed breath to outline the corresponding shape. With a slight sound, she felt a clarity in front of her eyes, and she opened her eyes proudly.
She wanted to see what secrets this body had...
Snap.
All the silver needles in her hand fell to the ground because of her shaking hands, glowing with cold light.
Jiang Po's eyes widened and she took a step back.
What's this?
What is all this?!
What was reflected in her eyes that had broken through the confusion was a terrifying body.
On the chest, snake-shaped patterns were connected end to end. The simple pattern clearly had no eyes, but Jiang Po felt that there was a clear line of sight on the snake's head staring at her.
On the abdomen, an indescribable weird pattern flowed with strange colors, as if awakened by her breath, and spread along the blood vessels, like eyes, like a mouth, and like countless small tentacles.
On the right hand, the largest and most complex tree-shaped pattern has already felt the threat to the soul coming from the silver needle. The tree roots have extended, and thick black messy lines have covered the entire arm.
The three subtle auras all "looked" directly at Jiang Po in this momentarily quiet space.
