Poison of the Human Panacea

Through the dim candlelight, Yan Ruyu saw a white-haired man meditating cross-legged on the couch in the zen room. She walked over and saw the strange face, and could not help revealing a hint of suspense. The man raised his eyelids, a pair of narrow blue eyes Staring at the person in front of her eyes, only with this shocking look, Yan Ruyu suddenly lost her doubts and knelt down in fear before the couch: "Look at Yan Ruyu, see the lord."

The white-haired man smiled lightly: "If jade is like jade, it really has a pair of wise eyes."

"Where and where, the leader is ridiculous."

Yan Ruyu covered her mouth with a smile, her appearance was like a nutmeg girl, and no traces of years were visible on a dusty face. Only one pair of eyes revealed the appearance of calmness. "Since hearing the news of the death of the leader, the body has been unbelievable. It is gloomy and uncomfortable. Yesterday, the **** invited the body to meet an acquaintance of him, saying that if he did not go, the body would regret it for life, Some doubts ... I didn't expect it to be the master. But your face doesn't look like ... "

Yan Ruyu carefully looked at the face of the white-haired man, and stopped talking.

"Yes, this face you see is not easy to contain. How can there be a disguise that you can't even see?" Wu Yanfu stroked his chin. "This seat is to return the soul to the soul ..."

This sentence was an understatement, but Yu Li heard it, but it was like a thunderous thunder, and now he was stiff.

Yan Ruyu was amazed: "There is such a miracle in the world!"

"This seat is linked to the Lord of this body by a common mantra, which is not surprising. There are causes and effects ... like jade, you know what this seat called you to do?"

Yan Ruyu understood it, put the golden silk nan wooden box in his hand on the couch, took a jade from the cymbal, and inserted it into the lotus-shaped organ at the mouth of the box. With a twist, the box opened with a click. The first layer of the box is a row of silverware with a wide variety of blades. The second layer contains several colorful porcelain bottles and porcelain boxes. The bottom layer contains a mask-shaped ice cube. Jian, Bao Jian is also under the pressure of a large piece of white ... flawless human skin.

"Shengshen also has the ability to earn a living ... although the work in the palace is simpler, the craftsmanship is still not unfamiliar. The leader must be dissatisfied with what he is now?"

Wu Yanfu picked up a half-moon-shaped small silver knife, brushed his thumb across the blade, and was drawn out of a blood hole. He twisted a drop of blood between his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and yelled, "Ru Yu is still so understanding, but have you ever remembered what this old day looks like?"

Yan Ruyu blinked, and a pair of water-cutting autumn pupils shyly and timidly: "The leader is in a peerless manner. Who has seen it is not unforgettable all his life? However, Yi Rong's face change is a delicate job. It must be carefully carved on the human skin. Extremely difficult to repair. A good piece of skin is rare and can be used for easy to disguise, and it is rare, and before changing the face, the body must peel off the skin of the present leader's face before it can be covered with a new one. Face, stunned, and dared not rush into action. Leader, can you bring your own portrait with you? "

"Naturally." Wu Yanfu frowned and glanced at the man standing beside him.

"Subordinates go and paint!" Si You caught his gaze and was flattered, holding the candlestick, and walked to the table near the window, keenly feeling a wave of air flowing through the window slit.

He stunned in his heart and yelled, "Who is outside!" The long cable in his sleeve was like a dragon, suddenly passing through the wooden window!

She hurried away from the barrier, but did not avoid it. She was wrapped around her arm by a long cord, and she was stagnation. She had to go back to the room with the long cord before she could perform the operation of the blind eye. Encountered Wu Yanfu looked down at him. His eyes were like a torch, and his brain was like a bank ant hole bursting instantly.

Suddenly, he lost his helmet and armor, did not dare to run away, did not dare to look at the man on the couch, turned over and fell down, and hung his head heavily on the ground, only to bleed blood on his forehead: "师 …… 师 …… 师Respect ... "

There was a long silence in the room before he heard a chuckle.

"Do you know how to call Master a master? As a teacher, you thought you had forgotten who you were."

There was a hint of play in the man's voice. This playfulness is like a small knife, swimming against his throat, more life-threatening than the straight flesh.

The head of the barrier-free did not leave the ground, and his hands seemed to be filled with lead: "Accessible, do not forget."

"Don't dare to forget?" Wu Yanfu teased, "You knew that little demon insidious to be secretly regarded as a teacher, but you did not report it. For the teacher's life, you stand by, and later, help him frustrate the teacher. ...... It seems like you have forgotten very cleanly when you are doing all sorts of rebellious acts for your teacher. "

Leaving the barrier free again made a loud noise: "Tutor ... Tutor ... I did make a big mistake."

"Teacher ... how are you?"

A few noises flew from the barrier, leaving a blood mark on the ground.

"Tuer was a bereavement dog. If it wasn't for the Master ’s willingness to accept the disciple and teach the martial arts to the disciple, the disciple would not be able to gain a foothold on the rivers and lakes. If you know that animals are not as good, ask the teacher to respect the punishment of the disciples. If you want to kill and die, the disciples have no complaints. They just ask that the master be indifferent to the children ... The children are impulsive and ignorant! "

Wu Yanfu listened to him with a sip of "sister-in-law", and was very provocative, and there was a hint of yin in his eyes: "Unscrupulous, I haven't found it before as a teacher ... you are really a seed of infatuation."

The barrier of consciousness is approaching, without answering, the heart is sinking into the abyss.

He wasn't worried about himself, but Baiyun. He ’s a poor little brother who is about to die. If he knew that the Master ’s soul was contained in his skin on this day, he would be scared to death, even if he was not scared to death and fell into the hands of the Master. He was pulled out of his minions and pinched in the palm of his hand, and he was so proud and sensitive that if he was like this, he would be better off than death.

If it doesn't work, he has to go back alive, and quickly leave Bai Yun.

After thinking about it, he scratched his head again, and arched his hand: "Master ... Tuer ... Tuer, let's bring him here and repay the master together?"

Wu Yanfu looked at him in a panic-like manner. He shot like a flash of electricity, and made a fork in his heart: "Atonement? It's not necessary. If you really regret it, just show me the little demon injustice and try Persuade him to make a painting these days. As for asking him to draw something, you just heard it. "

Pushing the door of the room, taking a few steps, there was still a trace of burning in the chest where the fingertips of Wu Yanfu touched, leaving the sweat shirt unobstructed, but felt that his body was not a big deal. A sense of fluke. He turned around and looked behind him, seeing that the two did not follow him, and quickly walked to the zen house where Bai Ao was, knocked a few times, and heard that there was no response, he pushed straight into the door.

At the first sight, he froze from the barrier-free.

I saw the petite boy lying alone on the ground, motionless, and a scattered crow covering most of his face, but the stained blood stains on his lips were faintly visible, and his hands were still holding the seal gesture, apparently meditating. I couldn't support it and fell off the couch.

He rushed forward in a short stride, hugged people, and his pupils suddenly expanded--

The teenager's chest was a startling red, all vomited blood.

...

"The leader has let him go like this, you are not afraid that he will immediately tell who you are to the little demon evil, and the little demon evil will run away, and it is no longer possible for the master to get back his skill?" Si You covered the door, walked to the couch, held Yang Hao's pen in his hand, "Furthermore, there is no painter in that little demon, where can I paint the leader's face well? His subordinates have previously painted the master, so why not let his subordinates try?"

Yan Ruyu nodded and echoed: "Yeah, the lord, the custodian has followed you for many years, presumably knows the characteristics of your appearance ... Why does the lord want to find that villain to paint?"

Wu Yanfu narrowed his eyes narrowly, smiling nonchalantly, and said quietly: "Although the villain is hateful, he has a talent for unforgettable eyes, and the martial arts he stole learned is just like a decent figure. I often have nightmares and dreams about this seat, naturally I remember the appearance of this seat ... unforgettable. "

With a "click", the pen was interrupted into two parts in his hand. Si You walked to the table, grabbed the broken Yanghao pen in one hand, and spread out the parchment paper on the table for copying sutras. A few drops of blood flowed down the fingers and fell onto the white parchment paper, like plum blossoms on the snow. His eyes narrowed, and as soon as his wrists turned, the pendant gave birth to beautiful and smooth blood lines, drawing out the rare face in his memory.

"It is said that the technique of Si Hufa's paintings is amazing, and it really deserves its reputation." Yan Ruyu couldn't help but admire, and turned around without worrying, looked at the human skin on the cold ice book, and said to Wu Yan Fu Road, "Master, painting can wait, but human skin can't wait. Even if there is a cold ice treasure, if the human skin does not feed on the meat with raw muscle jade paste, it will rot in two or three days."

Wu Yanfu glanced at the painting in front of him, and slightly jawed his head: "In this case, let's peel this face off first." After that, he lay down on the couch.

Yan Ruyu reached out and picked up a green porcelain bottle, poured some liquid medicine on the spar, stretched out to Wu Yanfu's face, and said softly, "Master, this numbness is boiling. You have to sniff it first. Do it. "

The voice didn't fall, but his wrist was blocked by a finger. Wu Yanfu closed his eyes and said Shen: "No need, this hurts, this seat can still bear it. This kind of stuff doesn't stick to it. . "

Yan Ruyu hesitated to persuade him, "The leader, if you don't agree with it, you're afraid you can't bear the pain."

"It hurts, it hurts, and this aunt was so deserved to suffer a peeling."

"Yes, I understand." Yan Ruyu immediately withdrew his hand and stopped talking, knowing that Wu Yanfu, a figure like this, has walked through many dead mountains and seas, and has always been very cautious about sleeping, never sleepy, let alone him Taking Ma Bosan makes you unconscious and commits your life to others.

Thinking of this, she took a meniscus-shaped knife, dipped it in a small bottle of wine, and dipped it in a little milky Yurong Sheng muscle cream, and then cut it from the root of Wu Yan Fu ears.

The cold-bladed blade swam across the pale skin of the man, and cut a line of blood along the jaw. The blood oozed out, and it was condensed by the cream on the edge. The tip of the knife opened an inch of skin, and the pen tip traced a thin line on the paper. The human skin was paper, the knife was a pen, and the blood was ink. The three reflected each other in the light of fire, like a silent killing—cruel It's also cruel and elegant.

After a while, one face was completely peeled off, but the person on the bed was motionless and frowning, Yan Ruyu sighed secretly, and carefully attached the human skin on the Baojian to the exposed face of the other's flesh and blood. After carefully cutting away the excess, close the skinless part tightly, and then apply the Shengjiyurong cream on the edge of the interface. In an instant, the incision disappeared without a trace.

Wu Yanfu's hands curled around his side, his knuckles became white.

——The torment has just begun at this time. The pain of rejection of the flesh is worse than that of peeling. It is like the ants eating the skin, which makes people want to tear the skin and scratch the flesh below.

Yi Rongzhi's technique is not so mysterious as the rumors in the rivers and lakes say. It is naturally not so easy to reborn, but it is the Phoenix Nirvana and the moth breaking the cocoon.

He was tortured in such a way, but what appeared to him in the brain was the words that the boy had stumbled, and the corners of his lips seemed to be lifted up.

Yan Ruyu wiped off the blood on Wu Yanfu's face with a silk spar: "Secretary, are you finished?"

Si You dropped the last stroke, shook the parchment paper, and presented his hands to the two, and saw that the paper was exactly what Wu Yanfu looked like in the past. It was really beautiful, evil and elegant, but also **** and magic.

Yan Ruyu opened her eyes wide: "Lifelike, wonderful, wonderful."

But seeing Wu Yanfu's eyes and looking at the painting, it was uncomfortable and he didn't say a word for a long time.

...

"Ahem ..."

He coughed up a bite of blood from the barrier-free cough, and forced a re-entry into the sea of ​​juvenile qi, feeling his internal force flowing slowly in the meridians, before exhaustingly retracting the palm of his hand, and exploring the bottom of the juvenile nose, I just felt that he was so mad that he was a dying man.

He clenched the boy tightly, his teeth clucked: "It's all been like this, you still want to heal others ... How many lives do you have as yourself?"

Bai Yan licked the blood on the corner of his lips, took a breath, and murmured stupidly: "Brother, all said that there will be blessings if you don't die. I've died once. Why isn't the blessing yet? ? "

"It will be, it will be." Li barrierless softly coaxed and hugged the person, opened the window with one foot, and wanted to jump out with him, but he felt a sudden pain in his eyes.

He loosened his hands, covered his eyes, and the man in his arms fell to the ground and fell awake. Bai Yan reluctantly opened his eyes and saw such a gesture as being accessible, wondering: "What happened to you?"

Bai Yan propped himself up, leaned towards him, suddenly kneeled away from the barrier, pressed him in his arms, attached to his ears, and bit his teeth: "Master ... Master, go quickly!"

"Why? What the **** is wrong with you?" Bai Ye struggled a little, but felt that the gentle and weak man was holding him with great strength at this moment, which made him unable to break away for a while.

"That dear ... he ... he is ... ah! Ah ... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Ye suddenly heard a scream from the barrier-free. It seemed to be painful. Bai Ye was startled. He quickly grabbed his arm and tried to pull it apart. Covering his eyes, his ten fingers were bent into claws, and the trembling fingertips almost went into the scalp.

Bai Yi immediately pointed him at several points, took his stiff arm, and pulled it off his face.

——A pair of slender fox eyes were tightly closed, and blood continued to overflow from the corners of the eyes, and two twisted blood stains flowed under the eyelids, gathered at the corners of his slightly convulsed lips.

"Master ... I used to warn me to be indifferent, not to be blinded ...

I was so self-confident, and I made mistakes again and again. "