Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

At the beam of the house, a few small sparks flashed and crackled, Zhao Xuehan shuddered violently, and was immediately frightened by his own thoughts.He hastily suppressed his thoughts.After the spark flashed a few times, it disappeared.

Keeping a smile on his face, Lu Zhenren whispered a few words to the carpenter beside him. The carpenter nodded, turned around and brought out a pot the size of a human head out of nowhere.

The monk took the jar, slowly unsealed the jar, and slowly tilted it towards Zhao Xuehan.Zhao Xuehan only saw a black mouth facing him, and there was nothing inside, and when he was wondering, he heard the dumb gasp behind him.

"Sir, have you seen it?" Lu Zhenshen's expression was a little smug, "This jar is the legendary 'soul-gathering jar', which contains the souls of more than 20 dead villagers. I and several villagers This jar was just found from the room of the mute painter. There are a few people with strong inspiration in these villagers, and they have seen the soul in this jar with their own eyes."

He squinted at Zhao Xuehan: "Sir, do you have anything else to say?"

Zhao Xuehan stared at the jar for a while, although he couldn't see anything, he didn't feel the slightest fear in his heart, instead he felt a strong sense of joy.

This opponent is so stupid, he thought, much more stupid than I imagined.He actually took out this kind of thing directly, isn't that sticking out his face and hitting me?

He coughed lightly and smiled again. "Great," he said.

Master Lu was stunned.

"Since you brought it, it's easy to handle." Zhao Xuehan said with a smile, "This way we don't have to be suspicious of each other. Why don't you just ask the souls in this jar to ask the spirits. Although the murder method of the demon cultivator is hidden, there are some villagers who can't guarantee it. He knew how he died."

Master Lu shook his hand holding the jar. "This is physical evidence that the demon has harmed people," he said loudly, "how can you just..."

"What kind of physical evidence is this?" Zhao Xuehan interrupted him, "letting the soul come out and identify the murderer, no matter how you look at it, it's a better way."

Seeing the monk holding the pot motionless, he added fuel to the fire, "Looking at the appearance of Master Lu, it seems that he doesn't want to let the souls of the villagers go. Could it be that there are other reasons?"

"You..." Lu Zhenren's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he pointed at Zhao Xuehan, but he couldn't say a word.

Seeing him like this, the people around him became even more suspicious.

Another monk next to him seemed to suddenly think of something, tugged on Lu Zhenren's sleeve, and whispered something in his ear.That real person Lu's expression suddenly changed, the corners of his mouth curled up again, he looked up at Zhao Xuehan, with an expression of "you're done" on his face.

"This gentleman." He cupped his hands and said glibly, "If I remember correctly, when that guy Wang Wu was killed by the devil, you just watched him die, right?"

He raised his eyebrows: "You have no relationship with that guy, why did you suddenly get up that night, ran to the kitchen to look for him, and he happened to die in front of you? Could it be?" Lu Zhenren sneered, "You and this dumb It was originally a gang. He killed people in the open, and you manipulated in the dark."

Zhao Xuehan exhaled lightly.He had expected that Lu Zhenren would make a big fuss about this matter, and he was always on guard.But it was too late for Lu Zhenren to think about it. Under such circumstances, it was a breeze for Zhao Xuehan to turn the situation around.

"Then Wang Wu did die in front of me." Zhao Xuehan looked directly at the monk and wrote lightly, "As for how he died, did I kill him? Just take his soul out of the jar and ask That's it? Asking the spirit is the simplest and most direct way, but Master Lu has been avoiding it all the time, what is he afraid of?"

Everyone whispered again.Zhao Xuehan knew that their doubts did not seem to be transferred to him because of Lu Zhenren's words.

He threw the finger at Lu Zhenren several times, but Lu Zhenren did not explain his own doubts in time. Everyone's suspicion of Lu Zhenren was already deep and difficult to reverse.

Zhao Xuehan had a clear conscience, so she was naturally not afraid of being criticized by Master Lu, and strongly requested to ask the spirit to ask the spirit.However, Daoist Lu is not sure.

The monk blushed and turned white, gritted his teeth, and said with a sneer: "It seems that the master insists that I am the murderer." Is there any reason to come to these crooked ways of the demon cultivator to practice. Not to mention insulting the sect, it is easy to go on the wrong path and get nothing."

"Sir," his eyes turned cold, and he said gloomyly, "You can slander me as you like, but you can't slander the monks of the Jingming sect. People in our sect have never practiced magic, nor can they refine the souls of ordinary people. To increase cultivation."

Zhao Xuehan glanced at him silently.When Master Lu said the last sentence, Zhao Xuehan's heart skipped a beat for no reason.He stabilized his mind and smiled lightly: "Yes, yes, the Jingming sect is indeed well-known."

"However, what does that have to do with you, Master Lu?" Zhao Xuehan smiled kindly. "You have said so much, but after all, you still don't want to release the soul in that jar. What is your reason?"

The surrounding villagers began to look at Master Lu anxiously. "Immortal," the boss approached him cautiously, and said softly, "Just listen to that gentleman and summon one or two spirits to come out and ask."

Real Lu stared at the boss fiercely for a while, then looked up at Zhao Xuehan, and laughed a few times. "Okay, okay! Since you all want to see what the contents of this jar look like when they come out," he said with dark eyes and a wicked smile from the corner of his mouth, "then let you take a look."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the jar high above his head, and Zhao Xuehan suddenly seemed to see a white mist gushing out of the jar, pouring onto the top of Master Lu's head like running water.Master Lu bathed in the white mist, his face turned red instantly, he took a few breaths loudly, his voice hoarse.

Then nothing happened.

Zhao Xuehan had no idea what was going on, and the surroundings were completely silent.Like an ordinary empty jar, the jar was completely put back on the ground by Master Lu.

However, after he put the jar away and stood upright, he changed into a sneer look determined to win.

Zhao Xuehan stared at him suspiciously, suddenly, he felt as if there was an air flow slowly surging around the monk, which moved the monk's hair and clothes.

The mute behind him suddenly took a deep breath, grabbed his hand tightly and pulled him back.At the same time, Zhao Xuehan felt a huge force attacking him, he was caught by the dumb just in time, and he took two steps back, the force wiped his face and rushed towards the corpse behind him, smashing the poor girl The body was directly smashed into two halves.

The stench was mixed with the smell of rust.Everyone's faces were terribly pale.The carpenter wanted to cry but didn't dare, so he could only stare at his daughter's body and bit his lips until they turned white.The mute was behind Zhao Xuehan, with his mouth half open, Zhao Xuehan could only hear the heavy breath in his throat.

Zhao Xuehan's cold sweat dripped down his chin and into his neckline.If it hadn't been for dumbing him down just now, it would be his own head that has been cut into two halves at this moment.

He touched his face involuntarily, the human |skin|mask|mask on his face was rubbed by that force, and a piece of skin fell off.

Lu Zhenren grinned grimly.His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were unnaturally bright.He stretched out his hand and looked carefully, as if he appreciated the move he just made.

"It's really useful," Zhao Xuehan heard him murmur, "I didn't expect it to be so useful... If that's the case, then there's no need for alchemy..."

He raised his head suddenly, waved his hand quickly, and the bedpost behind Zhao Xuehan was cut off in an instant: "The matter has come to this, and I don't need to explain it to a group of dying people!"

Zhao Xuehan only felt a gust of fierce wind blowing away, wounds appeared on the faces and bodies of the surrounding villagers, and they ran around in panic; and the most violent gust of wind came straight towards his front door.

It's over, it's over, it's over.Zhao Xuehan's throat tightened, and his heart was filled with despair.From his mind reading skills, he could deduce that the monk had done nothing good and wanted to blame others.Zhao Xuehan wanted to save the mute who was blamed by the monk, but he was also afraid that his ability was limited and he would not be able to deal with it head-on. He just wanted to quickly blame the other side and leave with the innocent dumb.But he didn't expect this monk to be so unbeatable, and he was cornered in just a few sentences.

If a monk gives up his disguise and starts killing, then no matter what his practice is, ordinary people are no match for him.Although Zhao Xuehan is a Demon Lord, he can't fart, and he is no different from ordinary people.The only scabbard for self-defense, he just threw it in the face of the crazy monk in front of him.

Facing the extremely fierce sword wind in front of him that seemed to want to chop him off again, the unarmed Zhao Xuehan consciously closed his eyes.

If you die again, die again, he thought desperately.

However, before the wind hit his head, it seemed that he encountered some resistance suddenly.Zhao Xuehan only heard a "buzz", and the violent wind shattered into fragments, which rubbed against his cheeks one after another.Kankan completely wiped off the human|skin|mask|mask on that face.

Zhao Xuehan closed his eyes, only feeling a dead silence around him.He slowly opened his eyes, only to see Master Lu staring at him with fear in his eyes.

"You... you actually..." He took two steps back trembling, bumping into the cultivator behind him, "you are..."

"...It's Demon Lord!" Someone made a trembling voice.