Mr. Jiang is not driving today

Xiao Jiang Xun was awakened by the severe pain. When he was struggling to open his heavy eyelids, he could only catch a glimpse from the corner of his eyes. There was a deep bone wound on his wrist, which was slowly healing.

He is in a square room.His limbs, body, and even his neck were fixed on an iron bed by black iron, and he couldn't move. All his clothes were stripped off, and the bone-cutting cold and pain seeped out from his bones. But Xiao Jiangxun gritted his teeth and held back.

The blood of the theater, the corpses of the theater and the monsters of the theater were still dancing and flickering in front of his eyes, which made him feel hot and cold all over. He couldn't speak, and his chest was stuffy. A figure to explain the matter.

After a while, a majestic voice suddenly sounded, colliding back and forth between the iron walls of this small room, evoking a terrifying echo, which shocked Xiao Jiangxun: "Are you awake?"

Xiao Jiangxun subconsciously wanted to curl up his body to seek a safe shelter, but he couldn't move even a little bit. He could only lie down flat in discouragement, and coughed a few times. Every cough touched the wound on his wrist, which was so painful. Unforgettable: "Who are you? Why did you kidnap me here? I... I don't have a penny or money on me..."

In fact, Xiao Jiangxun lied. He also accumulated a little private house in the past few months, and quietly exchanged it for small notes and hid them in the soles of his shoes. I don't know if the other party found them.

The voice came from the superior. Jiang Xun couldn't see the man's face and attire clearly, but the four walls and corners of the small room were full of people in black clothes and red robes. A wax figure.Among them was a middle-aged man whose attire was different from that of the others. He had a fairy-like style and a strong bone. The golden plate around his waist was very delicate. It seemed that his grade was not low, but even he had a solemn face and lowered his eyebrows. Don't dare to look directly at the person sitting on the seat.

The voice sneered: "My Yuyang Qin family is a family of cultivating immortals that has lasted for hundreds of years, how could I be greedy for a mere money from a child like you."

... Cultivation of Immortals?Or a family?

Xiao Jiang Xun really didn't understand what the so-called cultivating immortals was. His grandmother often told him about gods, ghosts and demons when he was a child. A child with a fairy face.

Thinking of that overly handsome face, Xiao Jiangxun couldn't help but said, "The Qin family? How is it compared to the Dongshan Yu family?"

...the voice stopped for a long time strangely.

Jiang Xun immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. He always felt that these aristocratic families should be in the same good relationship as the neighbors in Hongfeng Village. He guessed that something was wrong.

When he just woke up, his mind was still a little dazed, but it didn't prevent him from changing his words immediately: "... I think the Yu family is not as good as the Qin family."

The majestic voice sneered, not moved by the flattery, but directly cut to the point: "Your spiritual root is excellent, and your physique is different from ordinary people. Come to be my disciple of the Qin family, okay?"

Xiao Jiangxun knew that he was different from ordinary people since he was a child. The small injuries caused by bumps and hangs during play could heal with little effort. At first, he thought that everyone around him was the same as himself, until his sister Abi was nailed He hurt his leg and was bleeding profusely, only then did he realize his peculiarity.

But in the current situation, Xiao Jiangxun doesn't look like he is accepting a teacher. The bones in his calf are extremely painful, as if they were sawn off and spliced ​​back together, and the incision on his wrist is healed again.He was afraid of this place full of cold instruments, from here, he could not find a trace of humanity.

So, he pursed his lips and said in a hoarse voice with the pain: "...I don't want it."

The majestic voice didn't care whether Jiang Xun agreed or not, and continued to put forward conditions: "You can be my son Qin Mu's servant directly, and protect him by his side. You can join my Qin family, and the Qin family's secret methods are all It can be taught to you. If you can get the fate of immortality and cultivate immortality, you can be regarded as honoring your ancestors. All these benefits only need you to make some small sacrifices."

Having said that, the voice paused for a moment, and Xiao Jiang Xun couldn't help asking: "...what?"

There was some temptation in that voice: "You just need to agree to change your appearance a little bit. You and my son Qin Mu have three or four points of similarity in appearance, so it is not difficult to make you look like my son. After that, you just need to take part in some public events and celebrations for my son now and then."

Xiao Jiang Xun was confused: "Why didn't he participate?"

The people in the seat laughed but did not answer.

Xiao Jiang Xun didn't get an answer, so he felt disgusted in his heart. He didn't want to become another person and live with a face that didn't belong to him.He straightened his neck and tried to bite the pitch as clearly as possible: "I don't want to! I don't want to become someone else!"

The person sitting on the seat spoke sarcastically: "It's up to you... He Shanzi."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Xun heard creaking mechanical noises in his ears. He saw the hand of the man called "Heshanzi" pressing on the iron scull, moving it up and down a few times. Down.The iron bed board under Xiao Jiangxun spread out in the shape of a lotus flower.His limbs, which were originally bound by hoops, also changed positions as the bed board moved, and his small body stood stiffly on the iron board, lying on his back like a chicken and duck waiting to be slaughtered.

The iron bed is hollow, and after the bed board is removed, the contents inside are also exposed——

It was full of scalding liquid with strange color, gurgling and bursting blood-red foam.

Xiao Jiangxun was so irritated by the pungent odor that tears flowed down his face, he tried his best to straighten himself up, trying to stay away from the liquid, like a carp that refused to eat.

However, the corners of the lotus-shaped bed were tilted up, bit by bit soaking Jiang Xun into the terrifying thick mucus.

The moment he came into contact with the liquid, the liquid flowed domineeringly from the surface of his young and delicate skin into his bones, muscles, and penetrated into the bone marrow. , together with his face, melted into the gnawing corrosive liquid.

A childish scream came from the tumbling pool of blood: "Ah—"

Severe pain exploded from the cracks in the bones of all the limbs. This drowned body seemed to be forcibly stuffed into a group of locusts. Li's fresh and tender flesh, in a pool of corrosive liquid, small waves are thrown out from time to time by the extremely painful Xiao Jiangxun, but his hands and feet are bound, no matter how hard he fights with trapped beasts, it will be useless.

He passed out quickly.

Qin Daoyuan, who was at the top, was very nervous, and He Shanzi, who was controlling the scull, was even more pale. After waiting for about half a stick of incense, He Shanzi finally couldn't help it: "Patriarch, it should be almost done. This child is indeed a little different. The ability, but after all, I am just a child..."

Qin Daoyuan held the armrests of the seat nervously with both hands: "He Shanzi, don't say that. You don't know that Ying Yisheng betrayed the Gong family and slaughtered the Gong family's "Gong Zheng" family, causing the power of magic to rise again. Who is not in danger? The Qin family is a family of immortal cultivators, and I have no choice but Mu'er. If the devil is after Muer, what should I do?"

He Shanzi didn't speak, and he also knew how the head of the family had worked so hard to find a "shadow" who could act as the "shadow" of Young Master Qin Mu to evade the pursuit of the devil's enemies and show his face for Young Master Qin Mu at critical moments. A good seedling with good material has appeared, how can the owner be willing to let it go?

Qin Daoyuan's heart was also surging.

He loves his wife very much, but it is a pity that his first child was difficult to give birth to, and it took half his life to give birth to a son and a daughter, which was fundamentally damaged. It was his most beloved treasure. For his safety, he even used the taboo technique recorded in ancient books without telling his family.

Cutting bones and washing marrow can transform the human body into a specific appearance, but the risk is extremely high. If there is no ability to heal the body, I am afraid that it is impossible to resist even a small dip in this boiling hot potion full of poisonous essence. .

After a stick of incense, Xiao Jiangxun was fished out of the potion, a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth, his body twitched continuously, and he was almost breathless.

Under everyone's gaze, his skin, which had been corroded to the point of redness and peeling off, slowly regained the smoothness and delicateness of a child, and his breathing changed from thin like gossamer to steady and powerful.

... Soon, Xiao Jiangxun returned to his original appearance.

Qin Daoyuan couldn't help frowning: "Heshanzi, what should I do?"

He Shanzi twisted his beard, although he couldn't bear it, he didn't dare to disobey Qin Daoyuan's intention. After thinking for a while, he replied: "I will tell the Patriarch that this son's flesh and texture can regenerate, but this is the problem. If the Patriarch wants him to become Mr. Mu's appearance, I'm afraid...I'm afraid he needs his approval."

Qin Daoyuan: "How to say?"

He Shanzi explained: "His own body may determine whether he takes the damage actively or passively. If he himself does not want to become Mr. Mu, I'm afraid... no amount of potion will help."

Qin Daoyuan hooked the corners of his lips, stood up, and asked Xiao Jiang Xun who had just breathed a sigh of relief: "How is it? How does it taste?"

He knew that this little thing had woken up a long time ago, and must have listened to He Shanzi's words.

Xiao Jiang Xun's chest heaved up and down twice, his thin lips opened and closed slowly, and his vocal cords that hadn't recovered could only squeeze out a thin and weak breath: "I...I don't want...to be someone else, grandma I won’t be able to recognize me anymore... I, if I become someone else, I really can’t go home..."

Qin Daoyuan walked away, and when he reached the door, he stood still, turned his back to Xiao Jiangxun, and said, "Then soak it in the potion a few more times. If you soak it too much, you should know how to do it."

Xiao Jiang Xun trembled and closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, but at this moment all the spiritual power in his body was used to make up his body, and he couldn't spare any extra power to deal with Qin Daoyuan.

He Shanzi knew something was wrong, so he rushed up a few steps, and whispered in Qin Daoyuan's ear, "Patriarch, it's useless to be so rude! If this child feels hatred because of this, he will kill Mr. Mu after washing his bones and cutting his marrow. What should I do to take revenge on the Patriarch?"

Qin Daoyuan smiled frankly, raised his voice, and deliberately asked Jiang Xun to hear: "This child seems to be named Jiang Xun?"

He Shanzi didn't understand why Qin Daoyuan would ask such a question, but he still replied: "Yes. The river of three rivers. His name is embroidered on the collar of his winter coat."

Qin Daoyuan turned around, looked at Jiang Xun, who was as fleshy as a chopping board, and said with a smile: "If Jiang Xun has such a dirty heart, I will definitely trace and investigate his origin, and find his...grandmother, let's have a good talk." Let’s talk about it last time. Perhaps, we will also invite her to taste the potion.”

Xiao Jiang Xun trembled all over, and the hatred and anger in his eyes were instantly scattered and eliminated, turning into a dark pool of stagnant despair.

After dispelling Xiao Jiangxun's last hope of revenge, Qin Daoyuan opened the door and confessed: "By the way, no one is allowed to disclose this matter until he agrees. Especially Mr. Mu must not know!"