Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

There were gasps of different lengths, but unanimous, from the villagers.

Zhao Xuehan pursed his lips, turned around and looked at the mute.The mute also retreated a few steps away from him, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Zhao Xuehan with an expression of awe.

Zhao Xuehan turned around and looked straight ahead, but the corner of his eye scanned everyone's expressions.

This is the first time he has traveled through time, and he felt the real identity of the "demon king" from the eyes of everyone, and he felt a little bit in his heart.

He was watching a play in the town, and when he saw the Demon Lord's mischievous look, he felt that the Demon Lord seemed to have no image in other people's hearts.

In reality, however, people were still afraid of him.

No one thought that Zhao Xuehan was the Demon Lord.Although Master Lu was polite in his words, he didn't treat Zhao Xuehan as a dish in his heart, and even wanted to kill him in clumsy ways over and over again.

Now that he was standing here, looking at the trembling real Lu, he felt a little like pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

He seemed to have recovered some useless memories from his previous life, and suddenly remembered that he had watched a TV series when he was a child.The emperor in the play is extremely fond of slapping people in the face, and often visits in micro-clothes.During the visit, he was oppressed by an unknown official. When the unknown official was at his most arrogant, he exposed his status as the emperor and made the official feel embarrassed.

Zhao Xuehan felt as if he was the emperor now.

He made a majestic posture and stared at the monk in front of him.

"Really Lu." He said calmly, "Do you think that there are no other monks in this town, so no one will be able to see your tricks?"

Master Lu trembled, but did not make a sound.

"This mute painter is indeed a demon cultivator, and he has indeed integrated the spell into the painting." Zhao Xuehan said indifferently, "But the spell is extremely simple, but it only absorbs a small amount of human energy and increases the artist's cultivation. At best It can only make the person who gets the painting exhausted for a day or two, and it can't kill anyone at all."

He sneered, "It's Master Lu who is smart, he saw this talisman at a glance, and he also hit the artist with a crooked idea."

"I..." Master Lu opened his mouth. Although he was afraid, he still seemed to want to quibble, but Zhao Xuehan didn't give him this chance.

"What else do you want to say?" He snorted, "As a monk of the famous sect, you didn't devote yourself to research after your cultivation base stagnated, but instead slaughtered the people and used their souls to refine alchemy. You and your follower monks pretended to be painters to kill people and pick up painters. attack the guests and steal their souls. After killing people, they don’t even spare the corpses, pretending to repel the zombies in exchange for the trust of the villagers.”

"This girl," he pointed behind him, "you were afraid that the painter would run away and your crimes would be revealed, and no one would take the blame for you, so you killed this girl specially, so that you could not only bring the painter back, but also give him a reputation of indifference and ruthlessness." .”

"Really Lu, this abacus is really good enough!"

Sweat dripped from Lu Zhenren's forehead and his whole body trembled. "You...Your words are unfounded." He calmed down and said with a strong spirit, "You also saw Wang Wu's death. He died suddenly. I didn't form a pill, and I wasn't a talisman. It’s supposed to be able to kill people thousands of miles away.”

"Really?" Zhao Xuehan laughed, and looked at the villagers: "Whoever of you is carrying the amulet given by this monk, please lend it to me."

A villager untied his collar, pulled off the amulet, and threw the amulet to Zhao Xuehan.

Zhao Xuehan took the talisman, and a small piece of brass was smooth and shiny.He twirled the talisman between his fingers, turned around and lowered his head and asked the mute in a low voice, "Is there any soul in the soul-gathering jar?"

The mute looked at Zhao Xuehan, his eyes were still red because the girl's body was destroyed.He bit his lip and seemed to be stabilizing his emotions. A line of small words flashed beside his head: "There are five more."

Zhao Xuehan nodded, and said to the villagers: "Now there are five souls in this jar, who can see it?"

Several villagers raised their hands hesitantly.

Zhao Xuehan smiled slightly, "Since you can see it, let's take a good look at it." After finishing speaking, he threw the amulet in his hand into the jar.

Master Lu's expression froze, and he reached out to grab the jar, but Zhao Xuehan lifted the jar up first.

"Don't worry, Master Lu." He smiled lightly, "wait a while."

Master Lu clenched his fists with both hands, and all the muscles on his face tensed up.Zhao Xuehan ignored Master Lu's gaze, and put the jar beside him. After about a cup of tea, he pretended that he had just remembered that he had put an amulet into the soul-gathering jar, with a calm expression on his face Feng gently lifted the amulet in the jar.

The amulet was much darker than before, and the surface of the brass seemed to have been polished, covering it with a layer of darkness.

Zhao Xuehan lifted the can and pointed the mouth of the can at the villagers.

"How many souls are there in this jar?" he asked.

"...Four...four." A villager looked at the pot and replied slowly, thoughtfully.Suddenly, he yelled, stretched out his hand and tore off his amulet, and threw it to the ground forcefully.

"That's right." Zhao Xuehan smiled slightly, and waved the talisman on his hand. "This cultivator used this method to collect the souls of the villagers. The souls in the tank have no physical barrier, and can be sucked in by this talisman in a while. The souls in the human body will take a while longer."

He threw the amulet at the monk: "This Master Lu and his companions lied to you that the demon cultivator was causing trouble, and gave you amulets. After absorbing the soul, the amulets faded, so they said that the amulets had no effect."

"After a person dies, they first check the runes. If no one pays attention, they will take the runes away, claiming that the deceased was killed by the demon cultivator because they did not wear them. If someone sees the runes, they will directly insist that the runes have changed. The dark loses its effectiveness, which makes the dead bring the disaster of death. Am I right?"

Zhao Xuehan smiled at the monk, his face was livid and he didn't say a word.The faces of the surrounding people changed drastically, and they quickly threw away the amulets around their necks.

Suddenly, a line of words floated by the monk's head. Zhao Xuehan accidentally glanced over it, but saw a familiar name. He was startled and his face darkened.

"You are an upright monk, your cultivation skills are still low, and you don't have many opportunities to touch the magic way. You must have someone to help you make this kind of rune. How did you find this person?" He stared at the words in the air next to the real person Lu's eyes, and asked sternly road.

"And why would he help you!"

The cultivator remained silent, his face was expressionless, he bit his lips tightly, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Xuehan.In an instant, the cultivator suddenly raised his hand, and saw a gust of fierce wind quickly formed at his fingertips, engulfing the fine dust in the air and hitting Zhao Xuehan directly.

As the cold wind hit his face, Zhao Xuehan's legs trembled, and he took two steps back reflexively, and tightly closed his eyes.

Closing his eyes, he felt as if a blue light and shadow flashed in the crowd.

This time, he was really about to die. Before he died, he used his identity as a demon to pretend to be a coward, so his death was not in vain.Zhao Xuehan thought awe-inspiringly.

In the dark, Zhao Xuehan waited for a long time, but he didn't feel the wind cut to him. He slowly opened his eyes a little, but saw Lu Zhenren in front of him straightened his back, raised his head high, and acted with a fearful expression. Made a weird gesture.

Zhao Xuehan narrowed his eyes, looked carefully, and found a thin bloodstain on the monk's neck.A trace of blood flowed smoothly along the air, as if sticking to an invisible blade.

This scene is very familiar.Zhao Xuehan looked up, and saw a figure like a lighthouse standing behind the crowd.He was a head taller than all of them, and his pale blue eyes shone in the light of the candles, like lights on a tower.

Zhao Xuehan's beating heart suddenly calmed down. At this moment, he had positive emotions towards Yan Ke's appearance for the first time.

He felt as if he had just pretended to be an awesome emperor.However, the enemy was pretending to be coercive, but he did not give up and planned to fight back. Although the emperor was good at punching people in the face, he was unarmed.

At this time, Yan Ke was the emperor's patrol officer of the Eight Houses, and came in time when the enemy was about to succeed in counterattacking. He presented the emperor with a dragon robe and brought a team of Imperial Forest Army to cheer him on.

However, at this moment, the inspector of the eight prefectures looked very ugly.He stared at Zhao Xuehan, his brows were furrowed tighter than before, a cold light flashed in his blue eyes, and he stabbed at Zhao Xuehan directly.

Zhao Xuehan brought up the heart that had just been let go, he swallowed lightly, and looked at Yan Ke nervously.

Yan Ke's eyebrows were lowered. "Go." He mouthed to Zhao Xuehan.

Zhao Xuehan immediately understood, took the dumb hand and walked towards the door of the room.Master Lu remained motionless with his head raised, his face paler with fear.His companions also seemed to be afraid of this invisible force, and no one stood up to stop him.

The villagers all silently made way for Zhao Xuehan as if they had tapped the Ya point.Zhao Xuehan swaggered forward, pretending to be confident, and quickly pulled the dumb guy out of the room.

Until they walked out of the courtyard gate, there was still no movement behind them.

As soon as Zhao Xuehan came out of the hospital, seeing no one was following, he immediately pulled up the dumb man and started trotting.But within a few steps, he was grabbed by the back of the neck by someone and lifted up like a little chicken.

Yan Ke picked up Zhao Xuehan with one hand and pinched him under his arm, while holding the mute with the other hand.With both feet on the ground, he flew into the air.The village on the ground became smaller and smaller in the night, until it was buried in the clouds and could no longer be seen.