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Four clicks.

Remove the joints together.

Chen Quan grabbed the ground with his head, half of his face pressed against the cold hard floor tiles, unable to move.

Xiang took off the black scarf from his face, took out a cloth bag from his arms, took out a silver needle and applied an unknown medicine on it.

"You know me, you should know that I am Baihu Xiuyiwei."

"A hundred households will study the punishment."

"This acupuncture technique is also famous among the embroidery guards. It is called the Three Needles of the King of Hell."

"No matter how hard-boned a man is, he can't withstand three injections."

"In the past, when the prince ascended the throne before his death, someone conspired to rebel."

"If you catch someone who rebelled against the party, you just won't tell them."

"After two injections, everything will be explained."

"You are lucky enough to experience it today."

He spoke slowly to the old man.

Maybe he wants to break through people's psychological defenses with words.

Or maybe it's simply because there's no one to talk to, so you can only talk to your enemies about the greatness of it.

But hearing it in Chen Quan's ears was like a muffled thunder exploding, chasing after his soul and seeking his life.

Embroidery Guard!

Chen Quan was so frightened that he trembled all over just hearing the name.

People who have been imprisoned by Xiuyiwei cannot keep secrets.

To them, the embroidered guard is already the living king of hell.

And he actually wanted to experience such a terrifying thing.

One of Xiuyiwei's famous punishments.

He would rather not have this honor.

Chen Quan quickly shook his head, his eyes full of pleading.

"You want to say it?"

Xiang old man connected Chen Quan's chin.

Chen Quan's voice trembled: "Sir, people will die."

"I really don't know who targeted you."

"We just had a conflict, and I am willing to compensate."

"Even if I raise your son for the rest of his life, I will never complain."

Xiang old man looked as usual and ferocious: "I won't cry until I see the coffin."

With that said, Chen Quan's chin was removed.

Lift the silver needle and insert it into the spine.

Direct contact with the nerve.

Old Man Xiang controlled Chen Quan's vocal cords again. Even though he was in great pain, there was no sound at all.

Chen Quan began to foam at the mouth as if suffering from epilepsy, the veins on his face were twisted, and he began to writhe in pain.

But once the joints were removed, they couldn't move at all.

Snot and tears welled up quickly, ferocious and painful, like a fish that landed on the beach, with its mouth open and eyes white.

It lasted for ten breaths.

He pulled out the silver needle from the old man and reached out to connect Chen Quan's chin.

Chen Quan opened his mouth and breathed in the fresh air.

"I said."

"I said."

"It's Wen Fu, the housekeeper of Marquis Jing'an's second house."

"He gave us two hundred taels of silver and said that you had lost your official position in the Hundred Households and were thrown into prison as a guard."

"Even if my son is paralyzed, I will not take revenge."

Chen Quan told everything, leaving nothing behind.

Because it’s so easy to check.

It seems that they have never tried to cover it up. They just tell you openly and openly that there is no difference between squeezing you to death and squeezing an ant to death.

Just two wild dogs can kill your son.

As the man said, if his son Xiang Wen was just paralyzed, he would not take revenge.

But people died!

The scars on old man Xiang's face were twisted like centipedes.

He took out the Zunhun Banner from his arms.

"If you can die under the magic weapon of the immortal master, you deserve to die."

On the way back, Old Man Xiang realized that the Zunhun Banner had absorbed ghosts.

Can you use this thing to kill people and absorb their souls?

Old man Xiang didn't know, but he was willing to try.

Crucify Chen Quan.

The gray mist was absorbed by the Soul Flag.

Grinning at the old man.

Check the prostitute's breath to make sure she hasn't woken up.

The old man hesitated, but in the end he didn't make a move.

When I was on duty, my superiors ordered me to kill everyone without leaving a trace.

He always felt uncomfortable, but he could only obey orders.

Now that he is alone, he does not want to commit more crimes and involve his reincarnated wife and children.

Xiang Hu grinned, laughing at his own fear.

The former executioner did not dare to kill anyone.

one night.

Bloody and bloody.

The Wild Dog Gang was wiped out, and all three deputy gang leaders were killed in one blow.

The chopped body of the gang leader could not be sewn up.

The old man dragged his tired body back home.

After torture and extorting confessions, the information ultimately obtained is similar.

Killing the people from the Wild Dog Gang did not bring any satisfaction to the old man.

They were indeed the direct murderers who killed Xiang Wen, and they were the indirect murderers who killed his wife and children, but they were not the masterminds.

The mastermind is still alive and contented.

The old man was heartbroken.

It's not that he didn't go to Jing'an Hou Mansion, it's that he couldn't get in at all.

He once walked by at night, and the master inside immediately discovered him.

Fortunately, the other party did not pursue him.

There are countless master guards in the high-level courtyard of Jingan Marquis Mansion. If he impulsively enters, it will be as good as death.

If it was an assassination, the second housekeeper would still have to be forced to confess.

It seems that many people died in the Wild Dog Gang incident, but it did not have a big impact on Liang Du.

However, there was not much time left for him.

Even though he covered it up, he also dealt with the traces.

People who embroider clothes can still find flaws in the clues. The techniques cannot be faked and the traces cannot be erased.

Because it's so familiar.

This is the internal technique of Xiuyiwei.

According to Xiuyiwei's work efficiency, maybe he can be traced soon.

"What should I do?" Old Man Xiang knelt on the ground and clenched his fists.

He was confused.

Jinganhou Mansion cannot be entered.

After the original nobles lost power, they no longer had the ability to protect them.

Perhaps because there was no one to talk to, he took out the soul-honoring flag to the old man.

"Magic weapon, magic weapon, what should I do?"

Internal air transport.

Tushanjun felt like he could move again.

Twisted black mist forms words.

"Eat Dan,"

"strength."

Four words.

The old man Xiang held up the soul-honoring flag as if he was stunned.

I don't know if it was because of some mistake or because the magic weapon understood his thoughts.

"Dan?"

"strength?"

"eat."

The old man Xiang got up from the ground.

Rummaging through the bottomed box.

Things were thrown all over the floor until the small box was taken out and placed on the desk.

The Yinhun Dan lay quietly in the handkerchief.

Like black glass.

Even the surrounding light was absorbed.

Pick up the Yinhun Pill from the old man.

He really doubted, could this thing really be eaten?

Will you gain strength by eating it?

Tu Shanjun was also a little hesitant. To be honest, he didn't know whether ordinary people would increase their strength by taking the Yinhun Pill.

For monks, the Yinhun Pill is definitely a great tonic and can greatly increase mana accumulation.

As long as you don't eat it as jelly beans and you develop a Yin evil constitution, there will be no sequelae.

It's definitely a panacea.

There are only two options, to eat or not to eat.

Either gain strength or continue to wait for opportunities.

But time waits for no one. When the bodies are collected early tomorrow morning, Xiu Yiwei intervenes and will soon follow the clues to find them.

From Tu Shanjun's point of view, Old Man Xiang was at the end of his rope.

The only option is to fight for your life.

Xiang clutched the soul flag tightly to the old man.

He gritted his teeth and opened his mouth to swallow the Yinhun Pill.

The Yin Soul Pill melts immediately at the entrance, turning into a clear cold current, flowing through the limbs and bones, and the meridians and apertures.

Old man Xiang was a little surprised. He originally thought he would choke, but he didn't expect it to melt like water.

What came instead was biting coldness.

The huge aura surged, rushing through the meridians crazily, and rushed towards the dantian.

Painful, twisted.

Cold and curled up into a ball towards the old man.

Tu Shanjun in the soul banner frowned. Li Qingfeng didn't have such a big reaction when he took it. It was very dull.

At this moment, old man Xiang's lips were purple and he was shivering from the cold.

Even after covering myself with several layers of quilts, I still couldn't feel the warmth.

Even his consciousness was blurred.

"No one will die, right?" Tu Shanjun muttered.

If I had known earlier, I would have asked Old Man Xiang to try it on someone else. It would be too dangerous to test the medicine directly on his own body.

It happened suddenly and there was nothing we could do.

I don’t know how long it took.

He stood up sharply towards the old man.

"I'm still...alive." The old man Xiang checked himself and found that he was still alive and not frozen to death.

I just still feel cold.

Feel the inner energy in Dantian doubled in strength.

"this!"

The old man was dumbfounded.

What treasure can double your inner energy overnight?

Let him return to being a quasi-first-class master.

Although I almost froze to death, the harvest was far beyond imagination.

And this kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure that can greatly improve one's skill comes from this Lingqi magic weapon, which comes from the Demonic Immortal Master.

"Fortunately, the person is still alive."

Tushanjun let out a sigh of relief.

If you eat old man Xiang to death, you have to start planning again.