Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Qimugebo said angrily: "This won't work, and that won't work either. I think you are just here to cause trouble."

Taoist Xuancheng also looked at Zhao Chuanxin with a sneer.

Zhao Chuanxin held the scepter of salvation and said cheerfully: "I'll do it, I'll do it."

After saying that, he stepped forward and leaned forward to observe carefully.

Mahanda suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This man hid his head and covered his face. Although his face could not be seen clearly, his figure and tone of voice were very familiar.

As if seeing his doubts, Mei Shunan helped introduce: "This is Master Yun Mao!"

He couldn't tell more.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it for a long time, then clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Based on my many years of experience in the industry, this gentleman's complexion is gray and black. He should have done a lot of bad things and has something evil in his heart, so he is restless.

According to the technique of looking at Qi, your legs are floating, but they are not like rootless duckweeds. Your Excellency is from Tsarist Russia. Could it be that you are relying on the Tsar? "

Mahanda's expression changed: "Nonsense, I don't know what you are talking about."

After seeing Mahanda's attitude, Mei Shunan suddenly felt that there was probably something about this cloaked Master Yun Mao.

He coughed: "Ahem, Master Yunmao, Mr. Mahanda has frequent nightmares at night, what's the explanation?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked around secretly and found a leather bag on the wooden cabinet. There were thick documents and papers in the leather bag, revealing the tip of the iceberg.

At this time, many foreigners came to China for other than simple purposes. Twelve out of ten of the great powers are spies, and the ratio of Japanese spies may be even higher than 50%. It is so outrageous and exaggerated.

Zhao Chuanxin had guessed that Mahanda might be a spy last time, but after seeing his reaction at this time, he became even more certain.

Come to think of it, that was the intelligence data collected by Mahanda.

He knew it in his heart, straightened up, and raised his cloak with a rustling sound: "It's not that there is no solution, but it depends on the price you pay."

When the steward heard this, he was the first to jump out and said to Mei Shunan, "Master, look, he wants to raise the price from the ground up. You must not be fooled."

"Shut up, it's your turn to interrupt."

"Uh...yes."

Mei Shunan hurriedly said: "If we can solve it, I will give you five yuan."

This is already a lot.

If you just stay in a hotel, it only costs a few bucks a night.

Even if a young man from a wealthy family enters a gold-selling cave like the Hexi Hotel, five yuan is enough for an ordinary girl.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Five dollars is not bad, but the price I mentioned is to destroy things that attract evil spirits."

Upon hearing this, Mei Shunan became more confident and said boldly: "This house is my property, and the things inside can be destroyed at will."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Is this true?"

"really!"

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the leather bag and took out the thick information inside. "This is the source of evil spirits."

Mei Shunan was calm, but Mahanda was anxious: "Hurry up and put it down..."

That's my thing. What the hell are you making?

But Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Heaven and earth are boundless and the universe is borrowing the law!"

The information in his hand suddenly burst into flames.

He moved his fingers slightly and saw many topographic maps and text annotations.

As expected.

Mahanda was sweating, and regardless of his physical weakness, he jumped off the kang and rushed towards the materials.

He traveled thousands of miles, regardless of hardship, just for these materials.

After taking it back, it's easy to get promoted and make a fortune.

But if it is burned to the ground, how can it be repaid?

Wasn't it a waste of time?

But the steward's eyes widened: "He, he, he is really not a charlatan?"

He just plays with fire.

Whoever is good at playing with fire will be wise.

Mei Shunan scolded in a low voice: "What did you say? Master Yunmao, you are really a wise scholar!"

Zhao Chuanxin held the burning materials with his left hand, but stretched out his right hand to help the unsteady Mahanda in a hypocritical manner: "Oh, don't get excited, talk to me if you have anything to say."

While you were supporting him, push him away.

Mahanda's eyes were splitting as he looked at the information that was burning less and less: "Put it out quickly, quickly, or I'll make you look good!"

"What?" Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened: "Could it be that he was possessed by someone sneaky? He actually said some ridiculous things."

Seeing Mahanda arrogant and arrogant, Mei Shunan felt that something was wrong, so she also said to him, "Master Yun Mao, why don't you put out the fire first?"

"Oh, you said that too? Okay then." Zhao Chuanxin shook his left hand: "Protect my true body and unsheath the unknown fire!"

Strangely enough, the flame condensed, shrunk, and then disappeared.

But before collecting it, only a corner of the information burned by Zhao Chuanxin was left.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Xuancheng's pupils were shaking.

It feels like Li Gui has met Li Kui. Could it be that this weird master Yun Mao really knows the magic?

Then I remembered that my talisman stained with white phosphorus had mysteriously gone out... it was Master Yun Mao who did it!

Zhao Chuanxin innocently handed the corner to Mahanda: "Oh, you are so anxious, what else can I do without giving it to you?"

Mahanda took it and found that the drawings and annotations had been burned away. He really wanted to cry without tears.

However, Mei Shunan stepped forward to help him and comforted him: "Don't worry, Mr. Mahanda, everything will be fine."

This was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Mahanda's eyes turned red and he pushed him away roughly: "What do you know? Is it yours? Why do you make the decision for me?"

Mei Shunan's grievance is that the bag is yours. Who would have expected that Master Yunmao would burn your things?

Zhao Chuanxin coughed lightly: "Yes, Meizhi County, this is a matter between the doctor and the patient. If you don't understand, don't interrupt."

Mei Shunan: "..."

It’s not flattering inside or out, right?

Mahanda pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "It's all you, it's all you, I'm going to kill you..."

There was a dagger on the table. Mahanda was so angry that he pulled out the dagger and wanted to fight for his life.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin pulled his Mugebo forehead in front of him: "Oh, no, the evil spirit is possessed. This foreigner is going to kill someone."

Qi Mugebo was startled and hurriedly struggled, only to find that Master Yun Mao was frighteningly powerful. He was caught and couldn't move like copper poured into iron.

Seeing that he was blocked, Mahanda luckily didn't lose his mind completely. He temporarily changed his direction and stabbed his knife into the shoulder of his forehead.

It all happened so fast.

By the time Mei Shunan came to his senses, blood was already pouring from his shoulder.

He was so frightened that he took a step back and shouted: "Don't do it, don't do it..."

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin let go of his wooden forehead.

Although his forehead was injured, Qimuge still remembered the mission. He screamed, and then took out an ox bone dagger from the bosom of his short shirt with the idol of the divine crow drawn on it.

He yelled at the top of his lungs: "This man has been possessed by an evil spirit. Let me surrender him."

Saying that, he was about to stab Mahanda back.

He expected that when news of Mahanda's death was reported back to Tsarist Russia, the Russians would not believe that they killed him because of an exorcism.

After all, Mahanda was injured and weak. He didn't expect the shaman to become so vicious in an instant. He took a step back, but his forehead moved forward again, and he saw that the dagger was about to stab his chest.

Mei Shunan was so anxious that she subconsciously shouted: "Master Yun Mao, please save people quickly..."

After shouting, I felt something was wrong. Master Yun Mao had already escaped. Would he still sacrifice his life to save others?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "No problem!"

Although Qimugebo heard it, he thought in his heart: You have no time to save him.

Unexpectedly, the dagger stayed about five centimeters on Mahanda's chest, making it difficult to move even an inch.

It seemed that his wooden forehead was an illusion, and he saw something vague sticking to his wrist.

Then Zhao Chuanxin caught his wrist.

That is of course a smart gyroscope.

Zhao Chuanxin exerted his strength suddenly.

Click!

His wooden forehead and wrist were violently severed by him.

"what……"

The pain was more intense than when Mahanda stabbed him in the shoulder.

The beef bone knife in his hand also fell.

There are no such coincidences in the world, but because of the smart gyroscope, it can only be such a coincidence.

The ox bone knife actually pierced the instep of Qi Mugebo's forehead.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg slightly, stepped on the end of the knife handle, and shouted: "Qimugebo'e, don't get too excited. Our profession is based on morality, and we can't wait for opportunities to retaliate. Listen here. Just a word of advice, put down the knife quickly..."

Qimu's forehead was red, his face was red, and his neck was thick: "Quickly, let go..."

His wrists were broken off, and the instep of his feet was nailed to the ground with an ox bone knife...