Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Zhao Xuehan watched the clerk take pictures of the cucumber nimbly, and replied vaguely: "I'm from the north. I'm passing by. I plan to rest in this town for a few days."

"Alas." Wang Wu sighed after hearing Zhao Xuehan's words, and waved his knife to the chopping board, "It's really not the right time for the guest officer to come."

"How to say?" Zhao Xuehan couldn't help asking as his heart moved.

"This town is usually very peaceful. Although it is relatively close to the Demon Realm and there are many monsters around, the immortals also like to come here to practice, so the town is very safe. However," Wang Wu shook his head, "I don't know why in the past few months. Yes, there are always people in the town who are fine one second, then fall to the ground and die in the next second, and more than 20 people have died. The immortals came to investigate and said that it was the evil cultivator, but they couldn't catch the culprit."

Zhao Xuehan pricked up his ears and listened carefully.He remembered that Yan Ke had said that there was a magic cultivator doing trouble here before, probably what the buddy said was the same thing.

"Guest officer, you should be careful. That Demon Cultivator is probably a powerful character. A few days ago, a couple got married. When the bride was paying her respects, a stream of blood suddenly flowed from under her hijab, and she didn't scream twice. just fell down."

The man paused for a moment, showing a look of fear: "The boss went to drink the wedding wine, and when he came back he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly, so he kept talking about how the red hijab was lifted, and the rouge on the bride's face was all smeared. There are only big holes left in the two eyes, and black blood keeps gushing out. Oh, it sounds scary."

"But it's okay, we have a lot of immortals here." The guy took out a plate, poured cucumbers into it, patted a few cloves of garlic, poured some seasoning and mixed it.

He was stirring with one hand, and reached into his bosom with the other, and took out a small amulet from his bosom to show Zhao Xuehan.The amulet was a thin piece of brass threaded with red thread and tied around the chap's neck.

"The immortals of the Jingming sect practiced here. They gave amulets to many people, saying that although they didn't know who the magic cultivator was, this talisman could somewhat resist the magic cultivator's spells for a while." Wang Wu said, " This talisman really works. People who died later either did not have this talisman on them, or the talisman lost its effectiveness after a long time. But my talisman..."

He stared at his amulet for a while, wiped it with his hand, and then stuffed the amulet back into his neckline: "The color of this amulet is not too bright, and it is probably going to fail. I have to find it when I meet a fairy someday." They want one."

Wang Wu finished a plate of cold cucumbers while rambling.Holding the plate, he asked Zhao Xuehan: "Guest officer, which room do you live in, I'll bring it to you."

"No need. I'll take it myself." Zhao Xuehan took the plate from Wang Wu, and glanced at his waist out of the corner of his eye, only to find that the wooden board with the day lily painted on it had been washed clean, and it was still covered by Wang Wu. Tie around the waist with a belt.

Seeing Zhao Xuehan looking at the wooden board, Wang Wu lightly patted the wooden board twice. "What do you think of the flower painting?" he asked.

"Not bad." Zhao Xuehan replied.

The guy gave a smug smile. "I painted this flower."

"Did you draw it?" Zhao Xuehan showed surprise, and looked at the wooden board again.

"Actually not all," the man scratched his head, "there is a dumb painter in our town who is very good at drawing. I have been imitating him and doodling everywhere, even painting things on barrels. Although the color is similar to him, But it’s not very pretty. The day before yesterday I was sheltering from the rain with this artist, and the artist saw the day lily on my bucket, so he personally instructed me to draw another one on the bucket.”

"Originally, this wooden barrel was not a valuable thing, but after the painter directed the painting, I felt that it was more expensive. I even engraved my name on the barrel." Wang Wu smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect this barrel to be so rare. It used to be good, but the flowers were broken after only a few days of painting."

"I don't have much money now, and that dumb man is kind-hearted. He taught me for free and gave me a paper pattern." Wang Wu took out a piece of white paper from his arms, on which a day lily was drawn with a line, and said, " When I have money, I will first buy that painter for a few days and let him teach me, and then I will ask the mute to paint a whole fan for me, and I will open the fan every day."

Zhao Xuehan couldn't help laughing, he was just about to say that you are a buddy fanning every day, the boss couldn't help but see Wang Wu shaking visibly suddenly.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Xuehan quickly swallowed back the joke, pulled out a hand, and supported Wang Wu's arm.

Wang Wu raised his head stiffly and looked at Zhao Xuehan.His fingers were still on the paper pattern.

"No..." Before he could say nothing, Wang Wu's hands and feet twitched like an electric shock, and the wooden plank in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.He opened his eyes wide, but there was no expression in them.

Zhao Xuehan took two steps back. He watched the guy's grim expression, the whites of his eyes gradually turned black, and soon became the same color as the irises.The eyeballs gradually protruded from the eye sockets like blisters.

Wang Wu suddenly yelled.His eyeballs burst instantly with the cry, making two soft "pops".The eyelids fell, and were tightly pressed against Wang Wu's hollow eye sockets. Two streams of black blood flowed out from the hole, soaking the newly changed Tsing Yi gown, and spreading them on the ground.

But Wang Wu didn't make any more sound, and fell straight back into his own pool of blood.

Zhao Xuehan was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound, and the cold cucumber in his hand fell to the ground in an instant, breaking into green, green and white pieces.His calves were trembling like cramps, and he took a few steps back again and again, only to feel that the surroundings were extremely quiet, and he couldn't even hear the sound of cooking in the kitchen next to him.

The door behind him opened with a soft sound.The noisy atmosphere in the lobby floated in through the crack of the door.

"Wang Wu! The boss asked you to help..." A young man dressed as a sophomore came in stepping on his voice.He looked left and right, first he saw Zhao Xuehan who was at a loss, his expression blank for a moment, and then he found Wang Wu's corpse with empty eyes.

"...Come here! Dead man! Moxiu killed another man!" Xiao Er opened his mouth, pale and stunned for a while, then opened his throat and yelled loudly.

That mistress was probably used to running halls, and when he yelled, he was so angry that Zhao Xuehan's ears hurt.He rushed out of the room with a whoosh, and did not forget to close and lock the door, locking Zhao Xuehan and the corpse in a room.

Zhao Xuehan didn't even dare to look at Wang Wu. She trembled in the room for a while, then squatted down, hiding the blood on the ground, and squinted to scan Wang Wu's body.

Apart from two big holes on his face, Wang Wu didn't have any scars on his body.The death is so strange, it is only natural to think of what Moxiu did.

Zhao Xuehan was thinking, and his eyes drifted to Wang Wu's wooden board.Under the daylilies on the wooden board, Wang Wu's name is engraved.

Zhao Xuehan stared at the daylilies for a while, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the painting.Before he had time to pick up the plank and take a closer look, he heard the noise outside the door.

The moment he stood up quickly, the door of the room was opened, the boss and a group of people rushed into the room, saw Wang Wu's body, and gasped at the same time.

"Hurry up and call Lu Zhenren and the others." After the boss ordered the guys beside him, he turned to look at Zhao Xuehan.He obviously remembered that Zhao Xuehan was the guest who came to stay today, and looked at him with suspicion: "Guest officer, you..."

Zhao Xuehan was already terrified to death in his heart, and it was even easier to put on a tense expression. "I just came down to find a guy to make me a side dish, but I didn't expect him to die suddenly." He shuddered, pointing to his eyes, "It's terrible, blood flowed down from his eyes all of a sudden."

The boss's eyes flinched, apparently recalling the horrible memory of the death of the bride who attended the wedding. "The guest officer is shocked." He stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, "Go back to your room and rest."

As soon as the voice fell, footsteps came from the door.A few tall men dressed as monks walked into the room, followed by a group of guests who seemed to be watching the fun.

Zhao Xuehan took a closer look, and found that these cultivators were the plastic flower brothers whom he met in the woods during the day.The leading monk was the one who cut the trunk with leaves.

The monks surveyed the scene briefly.The leader squatted down and carefully examined the dead body.

"It was that demon cultivator again?" the boss asked softly.

The leading monk frowned slightly and nodded.He opened Wang Wu's collar, picked up the amulet and looked at it.

"Sure enough, it's been a long time and it's useless." He murmured, raised his eyes and said to the onlookers, "If the luster of your amulets has dimmed, you must come to me to replace them. You can't be taken advantage of by the magician."

The people around nodded, the monk stood up and said: "I have made a careful investigation recently, and I have roughly guessed who did this. In a few days, I will definitely catch that demon cultivator."

"Really Lao Lu is here!" The boss nodded repeatedly with eyes filled with reverence and trust.

A line of small characters floated next to the real Lu's head.Looking at the words, Zhao Xuehan frowned slightly.

He quietly moved to the side of the wooden block painted with daylilies, and stepped on it with his feet.When everyone's attention was attracted by the monk, he quickly bent down, picked up the wooden block, and hid it in his sleeve.

Zhao Xuehan secretly glanced around, seeing that no one was paying attention, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he felt a beam of cold eyes hit his face, and his body shivered involuntarily.

Zhao Xuehan looked in the direction of his line of sight.

Yan Ke was standing behind the crowd, staring at himself coldly with his pale blue eyes.