Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Zhao Xuehan took two quick steps, stood in front of Head Feng and Qiao Long, and stopped them.

"Master Feng, please wait a moment." He looked at Master Feng and said, and at the same time called to the monks of the Qingxiao Sect.

Headmaster Feng saw Zhao Xuehan's face at the forum, and immediately recognized it.He narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head and glanced at the gate of the Lin residence.

"You and Lingtang live here?" He asked softly.

"It's not important." Zhao Xuehan shook his head, and cast his gaze straight at Head Feng, "Master Feng, there are still doubts about Lin Jue's murder, please don't take him away so soon."

Yan Ke pursed her lips tightly, trying to pull Zhao Xuehan back, but was stopped by Wen Tiandong.He looked in the direction of Lin Jue. Lin Jue's face was covered with blood, and he was looking at Zhao Xuehan with great interest.He realized Wen Tiandong's gaze, turned his head and smiled at him, then shook his head slowly.

Master Feng turned sideways slightly, and looked at Zhao Xuehan with scrutiny. "I know." He said, "I brought him back to the Yuancheng faction just for investigation and interrogation. If he is really innocent, he will be released and he will not be wronged."

"Master," Qiao Long interrupted, "The matter has been resolved and the person has been caught. We'd better not stay here for a long time. It's better to go back to the mountain with other disciples."

"...The matter has not been resolved." Zhao Xuehan shot her gaze at Qiao Long, "Master Feng, you and your disciples live on Shihong Mountain, only a few miles away from Huaicheng, and you were always in the city during the winter meeting. In the city The situation is so weird, didn't you notice it at all?"

Master Feng frowned slightly. "I haven't been in the city for 40 years before the winter meeting." He said, "I don't know much about the things in the city."

He turned his head and looked at Qiao Long who was beside him. Qiao Long shook his head slowly.

"I didn't find anything abnormal in the city." Feng Sect Leader said.

Zhao Xuehan stared at Qiao Long closely: "Elder Qiao, didn't find anything?"

Qiao Long shook her head, did not look into Zhao Xuehan's eyes, turned to Master Feng and said: "Master Feng, don't delay here, go back to the mountain." After finishing speaking, she looked like she was about to leave.

"Wait." Zhao Xuehan said loudly, "Elder Qiao, you are Miss Zhuo's cousin, you grew up in the city, and the appearance of the people in this city has not changed for decades, don't you realize it at all? "

Head Feng's expression became serious.He looked at Qiao Long, but Qiao Long had an expression of not knowing what to say.

"I haven't been back to the city for a long time. I haven't gone back to the mountain recently because of the filth on my body. I've been staying at my cousin's house." Qiao Long said, "During this period, due to my health, I couldn't contact other civilians. cousin."

"As for my cousin Zhuo Fangling, although she didn't join any sect, she has been cultivating by herself since decades ago. In name, she can be regarded as a casual cultivator. Her appearance has not changed for decades, which is also within the normal range. .”

He looked serious. "I didn't find anything abnormal in this city. But this gentleman," he looked at Zhao Xuehan, "I think you are not very old, but the residents of Huaicheng? From the changed conclusion?"

Zhao Xuehan squeezed his sleeves tightly.The situation is not too bad, the head and the monks seem to intend to listen to his explanation.If he sorts out his speculations and speaks out, he might be able to convince these monks.

"I..." Zhao Xuehan thought for a while, and was about to speak, when Lin Jue, who was standing behind Sect Leader Feng, let out a chuckle.

Zhao Xuehan looked away, facing Shang Linjue's raised eyes.Lin Jue looked at him, blinked slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"You did a good job." A long-lost voice came from my mind.When Zhao Xuehan used this body for the first day, he heard this voice.It never appeared again.

"But I don't trust any monks," said the voice in my head, "don't explain to them."

Lin Jue's eyes widened slowly, and the expression in his eyes faded away, changing into a dull face. At the same time, Zhao Xuehan felt a cold current spread from his forehead to his whole body.

He raised his hand, narrowed his eyes, and slightly bent his fingers.All these actions are not under the control of Zhao Xuehan's own consciousness.

Something entered his body.

"Elder Qiao really has a big heart," he heard himself talking, with a hint of joking in his voice, "It's all like this, how dare you live in Zhuo's mansion."

Qiao Long frowned: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Xuehan didn't speak.He felt the corners of his mouth curl up, revealing a faint smile, a surge of heat flowed across his face, and his facial features suddenly changed positions.

The face of the cultivator in front of him changed instantly, and before he could say the word "Mozun", Zhao Xuehan raised his arm and pointed to the courtyard wall of Zhuo Mansion.

A burst of power surged from Zhao Xuehan's body to the fingertips, and in the direction he pointed, the paint on the Zhuo Mansion courtyard wall peeled off, exposing the wooden boards, and then the wooden boards also cracked and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the entire Zhuo Mansion, from the walls of the courtyard to the walls of the building, was scattered and turned into powder.The thick wooden walls are all hollow, and after the wooden boards are all dropped, the dark iron frame meridians surrounded by the walls are fully displayed.Numerous crystals glowing with light blue light floated, crowding together as if hanging above the meridians.

The once magnificent Zhuo Mansion compound instantly turned into a strange faint blue light.

The faces of all the monks present became even paler. "This...this is..." A yellow-robed monk gasped and took a few steps back, "This is...soul?! How could there be so many of them inside the wall!"

"This is not the soul of an ordinary person." Elder Yuan said in a low voice with a livid face.

"These are the primordial spirits of monks."

"The monk's soul? Hiding here!?" The yellow-robed monk lost his voice, "How many monks would have died? Why don't we know? Who did this kind of thing? What's the purpose?"

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Xuehan with fearful eyes: "Could it be you..."

Elder Yuan closed his lips tightly and said nothing. Instead, he looked at the head of Feng and Qiao Long with questioning eyes.

Master Feng's expression became more and more serious. He stared at the huge neural network and turned to look at Zhao Xuehan.Zhao Xuehan smiled lightly.

"These questions, please ask that person in the Zhuo Mansion." Zhao Xuehan said, waving his hand lightly, the black iron in front of him was cut off.

The courtyard wall made by Yuanshen collapsed, and the blue light scattered, and the Zhuo family courtyard tightly surrounded by the wall was exposed to everyone's eyes.

Standing on the snow in the courtyard of the Zhuo Mansion, one person bowed his knees slightly in the direction of several monks, and bowed.

"All the immortals arrived at the mansion, but failed to go out to greet them. It's because the little girl is not polite." Zhuo Fangling smiled lightly, "But why did the immortals get so angry that they demolished all the Zhuo mansions?"

All the monks were silent and looked at him coldly. "Fang Ling!" Qiao Long cried out, rushed out and grabbed Miss Zhuo's hand, the calm look on her face just now had disappeared, "Why... what's going on?"

Zhuo Fangling looked calm, and gently pushed Qiao Long's palm away.

"The meeting to welcome the winter started, and the moment Lin Jue came back, I knew that I probably couldn't hide it." She said softly, and then smiled again.Those phoenix eyes were slightly bent, showing the charm of a young girl, but showing endless fatigue.

"I'm already very tired," Zhuo Fangling said, lowering her head, "It's a relief to be discovered by you."

Zhao Xuehan chuckled, picked up the black iron that fell on the ground, and looked at it carefully.

"Tell me," he said, "what's the matter with this city."

Zhuo Fangling watched Zhao Xuehan silently for a while, then sighed.

"The soul of the monk will affect the soul of the common people. Everyone here must know it." She said softly, "The soul of the monk comes out of the body of the monk. If it is not properly kept, it will absorb the souls floating around to protect the soul itself. Form, convenient for reincarnation."

"There are many monks' souls hidden in Zhuo's mansion, which will definitely have an impact on the souls of the residents in the city." Zhuo Fangling turned around, looked at the neural network of the building behind him, and said, "Even if the souls of the residents are in the body, because the souls of the residents There are too many gods, and they are also absorbed, and the soul leaves the body and dies."

"Since I hid this soul meridian in Zhuo Mansion, within a few days, all the people in the city have died."

She stretched out her hand, and a primordial soul floated over and fell into her hand.Zhuo Fangling held the palm of her hand, and the primordial soul was torn apart in her hands and turned into pieces.

"The people in the city die instantly, and if it spreads out, it will definitely make people suspicious. So I destroyed a few of them, and made them into fake souls and put them in the bodies of the people in the city." Zhuo Fangling said lightly, "The fake soul Similar to the soul, with this thing, the people in the city can live like normal people, and I can control them all the time."

"But their time has stopped." Zhao Xuehan said.

"Yes." Zhuo Fangling said, "False souls are not souls after all. At best, they are just a way to imitate the behavior of the dead body. Therefore, I closed the city gate to prevent outsiders from entering, and only ordered different people to come in every three days. Go out of the city to trade with people outside the city, and keep everything in the city running as usual."

"Huaicheng held a winter meeting. I wasn't too worried. After all, monks rarely go down the mountain, and they don't know much about the situation in the city." Zhuo Fangling sighed softly, looked up at Lin Jue, "But I didn't I thought, my childhood sweetheart, the young master of the Lin family, has come back. He broke with his parents, vowed not to set foot in the house for the rest of his life, and then disappeared. I didn't expect him to come back at this time, bringing outsiders with him. "

"So you always wanted to kill him?" Zhao Xuehan narrowed his eyes and smiled softly, "You want to kill us?"

Zhuo Fangling nodded: "That's right. When Lin Jue came back and saw that his parents' faces hadn't changed for many years, he would definitely be suspicious. I have been observing secretly, but he didn't express anything about this abnormality, which made me very nervous. I I have always wanted to kill him and his friends, but the dead people in the city will inevitably arouse suspicion, so wait until today, the winter meeting will end, and the immortal will leave."

She tilted her head slightly, and said with a smile: "I thought I could kill Lin Jue and the others smoothly, and then continue to stay with the dead in this city for decades, but I didn't expect to fail."

She turned her head and blinked at Qiao Long: "Cousin, I'm so sorry for letting you live in this kind of place for so long."

Qiao Long's face was pale, her lips trembled, and she couldn't say a word.

Elder Yuan's eyes froze, and he stretched out his hand to put a rope to catch Zhuo Fangling, but was stopped by the head of Feng.

Head Feng's expression was as cold as ice. "Miss Zhuo," he said in a deep voice, "I have known you since my early years, and I know that you have mediocre aptitude and became a casual cultivator. After a few decades, you must not be the one who collected all these monks' primordial spirits."

He stabbed straight at the young woman in front of him, "What use is this primordial spirit to you? Why did you sacrifice the names of a whole city for nothing for them?"

Zhuo Fangling looked at Head Feng and smiled slightly. "Mr. Feng," she said softly, "You are just as he said. You are fair and strict, but you don't make decisions based on your heart. You are the best candidate to be the head."

Master Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared closely at Zhuo Fangling.

"The primordial spirit doesn't mean anything to me." She smiled, "I hid them here just to relieve someone's worries. He has countless primordial spirits in his hand, but he can't find a place to put them. Just put it here."

"Who is this person?" Elder Yuan snapped.

Zhuo Fanglin narrowed his eyes and scanned the people in front of him one by one, and finally his eyes stopped on a person's face.

"My love," she whispered.