I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

After finishing the inspection, he locked the door and returned home to the old man.

My son hasn't come back yet.

After eating, he lay on the bed.

Feeling that I couldn't eat anymore, I put my clothes on the old man and walked to the courtyard to sit down.

In the moonlight, he opened the Soul Reverend Flag in his hand.

The ruler's soul flag is cold in hand.

Refreshing.

It seemed that as long as I held the Soul Flag, I felt very safe, and my heart also calmed down.

This thing is an absolute treasure.

It's a pity that Old Man Xiang doesn't know how to use this thing.

I originally wanted to hand it over to the Enshrinement Building, but after a delay, I had no intention of handing it over to the old man now.

Anyway, those immortal masters didn’t know that a treasure was missing.

There is a lifelike ghost face painted on the soul flag.

He had seen it many times.

I was scared when I first saw him, but now I feel a little bit scared, but I'm used to it now.

Black background with red edges, very delicate.

It was a hundred times more exquisite than the handkerchiefs carried by the old men he had seen before.

Tu Shanjun in the soul banner frowned. He was no different from being in jail now.

I originally wanted to take away Li Qingfeng's body, but now my plan has been shelved.

And without the support of scriptures, Old Man Xiang has no way to become a Qi practitioner.

If you don't become a Qi practitioner, you won't have magic power, and you won't be able to activate the soul flag.

Missing such a link is equivalent to directly breaking the connection.

The road was difficult and dangerous, so Old Man Xiang didn't think much about it.

Now that I have some free time, I can study with peace of mind.

"How do immortal masters stimulate babies?"

Thinking about it, the old man poured his inner energy into the Zunhun Banner along the palm of his hand.

Tu Shanjun's eyes widened suddenly, and the inner energy delivered actually had a trace of mana.

The amount is just too little.

There is no way to cast the dream-entering technique at all.

But Tushanjun can be allowed to influence the Zunhun Banner.

Tushanjun suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Quickly activate the black energy to surge on the soul flag.

The old man was a little strange.

Why, after instilling inner energy, black mist appeared on this small flag.

And it condensed crookedly.

It's like... words.

"Pouring, internal air."

"Come more."

Read them one by one to the old man.

He was so frightened that he immediately threw the soul flag to the ground.

The lack of inner energy directly cut off Tushanjun's escape route. The words on the soul flag dissipated instantly, turned into gray mist, faded, and finally disappeared.

Be ready for the old man.

After staring for a quarter of an hour, I didn't see any movement in the soul flag.

Then he picked up the soul flag again and murmured in disbelief: "It can't be alive, right?"

With suspicion, he fed the old man his inner energy again.

"Inner Qi, come more."

Words did appear on the palm-sized flag, but this time there were only four words.

As a second-rate master in the world, Old Man Xiang has quite a lot of internal Qi reserves.

Midnight passed.

Until the old man exhausted all his inner energy.

Tu Shanjun shook his head, inner energy was not magic power after all.

Although it has a trace of mana, it is not enough to extract enough mana to use the dream spell.

It just gives him a wider range of activities.

"Since the Yin Soul Pill can help Qi practitioners practice, can it help the old man's inner Qi improve?"

Tushanjun doesn't know if he can, but now he can only act as a doctor.

The black mist flickered, and the egg-sized Yinhun Dan rolled out from the black flag and landed on the stone table in the courtyard.

The old man Xiang's eyes widened.

She exclaimed: "Baby, she laid an egg!"

I have only heard that chickens and geese can lay eggs, but I have never heard that this kind of baby can lay eggs.

And it is also the treasure of the immortal master.

This time, the words on the soul flag changed again.

only one.

"eat."

Talk to the old man.

His eyes were completely filled with fear.

This thing is so weird.

Even if it swallows the inner energy, it can actually lay eggs.

Black eggs don't look good.

And now this thing actually hinted at him to eat it.

What to eat?

Did you eat this egg?

Tushanjun was also helpless, he really had no choice.

If you believe it or not, just look at the old man himself.

If he can continue to improve the quality of his inner energy and get closer to the magic power, he can use the dream-entrance technique, and there will be a way to pass the scriptures to the old man Xiang.

Regardless of whether he has spiritual roots or not, he can still give it a try.

Even if you don't have spiritual roots, you still have a backup plan.

A Yinhun pill should not kill anyone.

But apart from this method, Tushanjun had no other choice.

He stretched out his hand to the old man and wanted to touch the Yinhundan, but the old arm hovered above for a long time and he did not dare to make a move.

He took out a coarse cloth handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it in an egg-sized Yinhun Dan.

The coolness could actually be transmitted to his hands through the handkerchief.

He didn't dare to eat.

Things of unknown origin should not be eaten casually.

What's more, it's so weird.

Old man Xiang was even more afraid to eat it.

Moreover, for several days in a row, the inner energy was no longer supplied to the Zunhun Banner.

Without the inner Qi with magical properties, Tu Shanjun in the Soul Banner can't do anything. He can only continue to study martial arts, scriptures and techniques in the Soul Banner.

Tushanjun also understands the old man's thoughts.

If it were anyone else, I wouldn't dare to eat it.

The Zunhun Banner originally looked eerie and terrifying, with ghostly faces appearing as if they were alive.

Black twisted words will appear on the flags, and black egg-like things will even spit out.

Not to mention that ordinary people don't dare to eat it, even Qi practitioners don't dare to try the medicine on themselves. Who knows if they will die.

Tu Shanjun just felt it was a pity.

The prison is such a good place, I can only stare at it.

There are so many criminals, even if hundreds of people are really dead, they will not be discovered.

Moreover, countless corpses were carried out of the prison every day.

The three-story prison houses thousands of prisoners.

If you can get it, you might be able to evolve it into a top-quality magic weapon.

"Quit haste and use patience."

Tu Shanjun warned himself.

It's true that fate played a trick on people. Old man Xiang didn't hand over the soul flag, and the Qi practitioners in the enshrinement building didn't look into it, which led to Tu Shanjun's current situation being very embarrassing.

I originally thought about entering the worship building. There are so many Qi practitioners inside, and anyone who can get the Soul Flag can use it.

First, place Li Qingfeng's body in place, and then help a banner master become stronger.

Unexpectedly, something big happened, causing Old Man Xiang to keep the Soul Flag in his hand.

All Tushanjun's plans were directly put on hold.

Another day.

Old man Xiang put on the black robe of the embroidered guard as usual, put on his waist knife, and went out before dawn with a lantern.

The moment the door opened, the old man's eyes widened.

Lying at the door was a bloody man.

His hands and feet were crooked to the side at an abnormal angle.

The lantern fell towards the old man's hand and fell to the ground.

"Son!"

He rushed towards the old man and helped his son up.

Check out his son's injuries.

The tendons of his hands and feet were severed, and his legs were fractured and weak.

The person is still in a coma.

The wife who came after hearing the news saw her son at the door, her eyes darkened, and she fainted.

The sun is high in the sky.

The doctor carrying the medical kit walked out of the door.

"Doctor Feng, my son's condition." Xiang asked the old man quickly.

The doctor wearing a square hat shook his head and sighed: "From now on, he can only lie on the kang and never stand up again."

"Mrs. Ling's qi and blood attack her heart. This disease can only be cured."

He sent the doctor away to the old man and sat alone at the door.

He is older.

The hideous scars on his face seemed to have turned into deep wrinkles.

Old Man Xiang froze on the spot, his lips trembling, and his only remaining arm was pressed on the waist knife.

"Over the years, you have offended so many people while handling cases."

"Can Xiuyiwei die a happy death?"

"You still want to show off your ability to get rid of hundreds of hereditary households."

"They are here to take revenge!"

The pale wife angrily complained to the old man.

As soon as he woke up, he stayed by his son's side and shed tears.

Xiang Baihu closed his eyes and his body trembled.

Turn around and walk out of the door.

Lift your head to the sky.

Tears flowed down the wrinkles.

He must be strong and resolute throughout his life.

He has solved major cases, made meritorious deeds, and saved noble people.

In the end, this was the outcome.

In the inner hall, the young man lying on the couch looked pale and his eyes were dull.

He turned to look at his mother.

He said in a weak voice: "Mother."

"Mom is here, mother is here." The old woman quickly held her son's hand tightly.

"Mom, I don't want to lie on the couch for the rest of my life."

"Help."

Wherever he looked, he saw rat poison used to treat rats.

The old woman shook her head and said, "Son, please hire the best doctor, and you will definitely get better."

"Mom, I beg you."