() Ximen Qing took out the last "Xingnao Pill" from his arms and put it in his mouth. He was immediately shocked by the refreshing feeling.
Wu Song took out a folding lantern, lit it and stuffed it into Ximen Qing's hand, and whispered: "Brother, be careful."
"Don't worry. Have you forgotten the Tiangang Five Thunder Dharma?" Ximen Qing smiled slightly: "Besides, isn't it you?"
Wu Song shook his head slightly and said, "I'll go around the back of the village. Brother, please walk slower. After all, there are times."
"Go." Ximen Qing smiled and said, "I know it well."
In the darkness, Ximen Qing held a lantern and walked through the forest.
A black-clothed policeman bowed slightly to signal Ximen Qing. Only then did Ximen Qing realize that there seemed to be too many black-clothed policemen on sentry duty.
"Brothers can't sleep." No. 8 of Group A said: "This kind of tragedy is almost the first time we encounter it. Whether we can find the real culprit depends on adults."
Ximen Qing held up the lantern and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Qin's heroic spirit will protect you. Everything will be safe."
It was dark inside the village, with only light coming from the mourning shed on the hillside. Ximen Qing held a lantern and walked towards the light.
The night wind blew by, seeming to sweep away the corpse odor in the village. Ximen Qing felt that there was no need to cover his mouth and nose anymore.
The dead villagers have been buried, and a large amount of lime has been sprinkled on Mr. Qin's coffin. Even the dead livestock have been pushed into deep pits and buried.
Qinjia Village was originally hidden in a corner, but this time it has completely become a no-man's land.
Tonight, the only people alive in the village were Ximen Qing and Wu Song, and the other one was Qin Fei, who was about to be confirmed as the murderer.
There is a funeral bed in the middle of the shed. Mr. Qin's coffin is placed firmly on it. A name is written on a piece of wood in front of it, which is regarded as a spiritual tablet.
Ximen Qing was educated and did not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but the world he traveled through did indeed have the existence of "fairies" and "magic". Ximen Qing could not refute this and could only accept it.
Ximen Qing put the lantern aside casually, walked to the coffin and prayed secretly: "I don't know whether Mr. Qin's heroic spirit is here or not, but I want to use you to perform this play tonight. What I have to deal with is the child who was blown by the strong wind.
He is also your murderer. Don’t blame me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of night wind blew in from outside, and the candles and oil lamps lit everywhere were dimmed.
"This is your promise to me, Mr. Qin." Ximen Qing said in his heart: "As long as this kind of beast is alive in the world, it will bring disaster. Let me summon the soul today! Capture the murderer!"
In the darkness outside the tomb, a pair of cold eyes stared at the gap, paying attention to Ximen Qing's every move.
Although we are not in Bianliang and there is no watch, the owner of those eyes knows that it is the third watch day!
But what he didn't know was that Wu Song was also lurking in Mr. Qin's room, paying close attention to everything.
Although he didn't know where Qin Fei was, Wu Song knew who Qin Fei's target was!
Ximen Qing spit out the "Xingnao Pill" casually, yawned without any sense of immortality, and rocked the rocking chair twice in the mourning shed. He estimated in his mind that Wu Song should have arrived at the agreed upon location as planned.
If Wu Song is exposed to Qin Fei's sight, there will only be one consequence, that is, Qin Fei will see through Ximen Qing's attempt and stop decisively.
Therefore, Ximen Qing repeatedly told Wu Song not to show up until critical moments, and not to actively contact him through secret codes or the like.
"Qin Fei, I am alone, so just come here obediently!"
Ximen Qing suddenly turned around, strode to the door of the coffin, and said loudly: "Where is Mr. Qin's heroic spirit? Please listen to my call!"
It is absolutely impossible for Ximen Qing to adopt a Taoist priest's manner of doing things; at best, he can only wave the thunder stone and shout randomly.
"If Gongsun Sheng were here, he would definitely be able to play a very similar role. If not, Fan Rui, the demon incarnation, would be fine, and the one with disheveled hair at the foot of Mangdang Mountain would be more attractive."
While Ximen Qing was thinking wildly, he held the thunder stone and muttered a spell that he didn't know what it was.
"The Supreme Lord is as anxious as the law!"
This seems to be what Ximen Qing dug out of his mind. Taoist priests seem to read it this way. Well, it seems to mean this.
"The Supreme Lord is as anxious as the law!"
"The Supreme Lord is as anxious as the law!"
"Will Ximen Qing be able to summon spirits?" The owner of those eyes couldn't help but think: "If it's really a big deal, and he makes up a murderer, and exposes him in person tomorrow, it's okay to lose his face! What the hell?
Real person! Can he really compare to Mr. Tongzhen Daling?"
Just when he was doubting, Ximen Qing suddenly shouted: "Where is Qin Li's heroic spirit? Come back soon!"
At the same time, Ximen Qing raised his left and right fingers together and pointed towards the token!
The seemingly ordinary thunder stone suddenly lit up!
"What!"
Under the attention of those eyes, Lei Gongshi became brighter and brighter, exceeding the brightness of the surrounding candles and oil lamps. The bright light came out from the gap in the mourning shed, stinging those eyes!
"Master Ximen, is this a success?"
The light emitted from the funeral shed was so eye-catching in the boundless darkness that Group A No. 8 standing at the entrance of the village could see it very clearly.
"Your Majesty, please name the murderer!"
Ximen Qing asked loudly while holding the thunder stone.
The pair of eyes outside the mourning shed showed a hint of coldness, and the next moment, the owner of these eyes had appeared at the door of the spiritual shed.
Ximen Qing turned around and saw a man in black, his whole body covered with only a pair of eyes showing, appearing not far behind him.
The chill in those eyes made Ximen Qing feel familiar.
"Give me that thing in your hand." The man in black shouted in a strange voice: "Otherwise, you will die!"
The steel knife in the man's hand shone coldly under the light of the Thunder Stone!
The light of the Thunder Stone suddenly dimmed. If it were kept at this brightness, Ximen Qing's mind would soon be exhausted.
"Who are you?" Ximen Qing greeted the chill with plain eyes.
Seeing that the light of Lei Gongshi dimmed, the man in black seemed to be relieved, and shouted: "You don't care who I am! If you don't want to die, just throw that thing over here!"
"Qin Fei!"
Ximen Qing suddenly shouted: "Do you think you can kill me?"
The loud shout shocked the man in black, but then a burst of laughter came from under the mask.
The mask was taken off and thrown to the ground. Is the face under the mask Qin Fei or that one?
"Ximen Qing!" Qin Fei sneered: "I don't know how you recognized me, but only one person can go out here tonight!"
"It's a pity! This person is me, Qin Fei, not you!"
"Are you sure?" Ximen Qing smiled slightly: "Didn't you see the boatmen bowing to me when we were crossing the river?"
"Those stupid things, what can they understand?" Qin Fei laughed ferociously: "You don't have the power to bind a chicken, so what if you know spells? Although this knife is not considered a fit, Yan Ling Thirty-Six
When you use the sword technique, your head will fall to the ground in the blink of an eye! It depends on whether your magic is faster or someone else's sword!"
Ximen Qing responded with a smile: "Is it just like Mr. Qin? Did you do it yourself that night? Did you also use Yan Ling's thirty-six-way sword technique?"
"Shut up!" Qin Fei raised the steel knife coldly: "Don't think that you can delay time or anger me so that you can use your magic!"
"From now on, as long as you move, I will cut off your head!"
Ximen Qing chuckled: "Second brother, I think it's your time to appear!"
"Are you still trying to deceive me at this time?" Qin Fei waved his steel sword and rushed over!
"boom!"
A large hole suddenly opened in the wall next to him, and two iron swords suddenly appeared from the chaos, blocking Qin Fei's way.
"Wu Song!"
Qin Fei put away his steel sword and protected his door.
"Second brother, do you have to make such a big noise?" Ximen Qing smiled bitterly and dusted off his body.
"At critical moments, you have to do it as a last resort."
Wu Song's two acupuncture points and iron swords were intertwined on his chest, and he looked coldly at the real murderer in front of him.
"Qin Fei! You are worse than a beast!"
Qin Fei shook his head and laughed: "Hahahaha, they are forcing me one by one. Tan Goudang is forcing me, my godfather is forcing me, you guys are forcing me too!"
"Do you know how old I, Qin Fei, have been working for the Imperial City Division?" Qin Fei's eyes were full of disdain: "Ten years old! What were you doing when you were ten years old? Climbing trees and digging out bird's nests.
, or go down the river to fish? I, Qin Fei, had already mastered the thirty-six steps of the Yanling Sword when I was ten years old!"
"Wu Song!" After saying this, Qin Fei pointed his knife: "You are also a good man, but do you know what it feels like to be inferior to others? This Ximen Qing has no power to restrain a chicken, so you actually recognize him as your eldest brother? What's the law of heaven!
"
Wu Song said solemnly: "Although my eldest brother is not good at martial arts, he is a true hero in action! Wu Song is willing to do it!"
"There's no need to say more now. I'll tell you who's high and what's low under the sword!"
Qin Fei sneered and suddenly asked: "Do you know that if I had taken action on that day, you would have been killed by my sword?"
"Oh, by the way, maybe I should remind you. Do you remember delivering money to that Zhu Zhixian, and those five useless scoundrels you met on the way?"
"Huh? Are you talking about those five mice?" Wu Song was reminded by Qin Fei, and he remembered something from his memory.
"You must have never imagined that the person who wants to rob you is the money business, the Imperial City Department!" Qin Fei laughed and said: "It's funny that I was too worried and didn't take action! Why don't you think you can still stand here and talk to me?
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Ximen Qing, who was behind Wu Song, was moved when he heard this. Huangcheng Si had also been a bandit?
"That's not necessarily the case." Wu Song coldly glanced at the pair of acupoint iron swords in his hand: "Even though I only had a whistle stick in my hand at the beginning, you might not be able to get over it!"
"Yan Ling's thirty-six sword skills have never met an opponent before!"
Qin Fei took a step forward and stepped back: "The place here is too small, let's go outside!" The fastest way to read the novel "Master" is at Kanshula.com. Welcome to log in to read the full text!