My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Zong Tai frowned and thought deeply while standing at the entrance of the street.

Did the murderer come here unintentionally or on purpose.

Do you know that there is a fixed soul pile buried here? !

Zong Tai raised his foot and wanted to check it out, but he stopped abruptly after taking two steps.

"never mind."

"No more mistakes." Zong Tai shook his head and thought.

Before attacking Nanyang, he ran back and forth, but he was close to success and went wrong. Alienated by Chao Fang and ridiculed by his brothers, he kept holding back his breath.

The most urgent task is to take out the soul-fixing stake and send it back to the inner city.

"No extravagance!"

Thinking of this, he turned his head and walked into the alley.

...

Standing in front of the house with two yellow lanterns hanging.

Zong Tai jumped up and turned into the courtyard.

When I came to the door of the main house, I carefully looked at the small mechanism of the copper lock and made sure that no one sneaked in secretly. I was relieved and unlocked the door and entered.

In the dark main room, Zong Tai looked at the familiar room through the dim light.

Anger and unwillingness filled my heart again, and it took a long while to sigh.

"One has to look forward."

"I don't have soldiers under my command, and if it's a big deal, I won't lead soldiers."

"As long as you do what the big brother explained. If you can continue to get Zhao Dianhong to practice, I will be in my early days sooner or later."

Pulling out a porcelain bottle from his arms, Zong Tai pulled the stopper and poured it into his palm.

The viscous bright red Zhaodian red flowed out.

It looks like jelly and has good fluidity. Pour into the palm of your hand and automatically shrink into a crystal ball the size of a quail egg.

"First take the fixed soul stake."

Holding Zhao Dianhong with one hand, Zong Tai spit out a long string of scolding words.

These words do not match the preamble, and there are three or four hundred words in total, which seem to be completely meaningless gibberish.

Zong Tai ignored it and continued to chant.

again.

ten times.

a hundred times...

This lasted for two quarters of an hour, and finally there was a change.

In the hand, the red ball in the hall, the surface kept bulging, and then disappeared and fell back.

Zong Tai was relieved: "Finally..."

As he continued to recite, his voice became strange.

It was still one voice at first, but gradually it seemed like two voices overlapped, and after a while, it turned into countless people chanting at the same time.

Zong Taiqiang endured a dry mouth and kept chanting the mantra.

It was about three quarters of an hour before and after the recitation, and the sky had turned completely dark.

The red ball of Zhaodian suddenly emitted a bright red light, spread out in a swish, and quickly leaked down from between his fingers.

It landed on the ground, scattering mottled red dots, like a living creature, wriggling, digging into the ground along the gap of the blue brick floor and disappearing.

The ground shook suddenly.

The blue brick floor was lifted up, and the underground soil quickly rolled upward and overflowed, and a half-meter-high soil bag was piled up in a few breaths.

A pitch-black and shiny stick covered with lines and moires hummed out of the center of the earth bag.

"Soul Pile!"

Zong Tai grabbed it and pulled it out.

The cold touch made him shiver.

The soul-fixing stake is as tall as a person and the thickness of a child's arm.

The appearance is like the night sky, dark and deep.

The material is neither gold nor iron, like colored glass, it looks heavy, but it is actually light.

"It's done!"

...

Lin Hengfang, Chen House.

After the meal, a cloud of black smoke filled the air.

The messy cups and plates on the square table disappeared.

When it reappears, it will be as clean as new.

Even the hard-to-wash oily dirt was separated by the black smoke of the five ghosts.

Jie Jia's eyelids couldn't help but lift two points, and the bright yellow eyes were full of weird expressions.

"Your use of magic tools is really... unique?"

Ordinary people have obtained magical instruments, and would like to offer them as their ancestors?

How is it like Chen Mu, the precious five ghost bags, actually used to wash dishes and dishes? !

Waste of magic! Ruthless things!

If those who have worked so hard to collect magic weapons know, they will definitely kill Chen Mu.

Chen Mu raised his eyebrows, his face full of pride.

After the five ghost bag version of the vacuum cleaner and the five ghost bag version of the range hood, Chen Mu gradually figured out the five ghost bag version of the dishwasher.

waste?

"I am trying to improve the quality of life as much as possible within the acceptable range. It is the wisdom of life, you don't understand!" Chen Mu smiled and shook his head with a sense of superiority.

Jie A: "..."

"Are you sure it's not because you're lazy?"

Chen Mu smiled more and more proudly: "Laziness drives human progress."

Jie Jia looked confused.

Chen Mu smiled.

Heh... Indigenous!

After packing up, Chen Mu handed Jiejia a large fistful porcelain bottle.

"Double blue pills at your request."

It was full of sixty blue pills.

Nanyang Mansion was closed, and the chaos became more and more serious, but the entertainment business in Chunfenglou became more and more prosperous.

Even with the copycat pill business is much better.

After sending Jiejia away, Chen Mu boiled water and soaked his feet. A bright oil lamp was lit on the long desk beside him.

Just take out "Knowing Bones and Checking Phases" to continue reading. Breathing is also slowly adjusted, becoming rapid but rhythmic.

The Heavenly Serpent's shape-shifting technique has been completed, and a new breathing method has been created by Chen Mu.

Now it has gradually integrated into walking, living, sitting and lying. The fourth-order proficiency of the Heavenly Snake Forming Technique is constantly advancing.

After taking a warm bath, Chen Mu blew the lamp and went to bed.

"Tsk... a little less entertainment."

"Sleep, sleep, and look for what you want in your dreams."

Touching the forty-one ancestral talismans in his arms, Chen Mu fell asleep with peace of mind.

...

call!

Light breeze.

A round-faced man in black, holding a long black stick. Bend over and arch your back, sneaking over the wall like a thief.

After Zong Tai landed, he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he wanted to lift his foot.

"It's really bewildering."

But he was a fugitive murderer in hiding.

How could it be that person.

Shaking his head~www.wuxiamtl.com~ he was ready to leave. The soul is fixed on the body, and there can be no accidents.

But... it's all here.

Zongtai fell to the ground silently like a ghost, and floated to the west window of the main house in two steps.

The single window is hollowed out and covered with rice butter paper. There is a wooden shaft on the upper end, which can be flipped up to open.

At the moment, it is being held up by a crossbar.

Zong Tai took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, placed it under the half-open window, and slowly flapped his palm.

A wisp of blue smoke entered the room through the window.

With the slightest moonlight, along the gap in the window, the bed not far from the window can be vaguely seen.

At this time, a figure was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Zong Tai stopped and waited, and after a quarter of an hour, he suddenly opened the window and rushed into the room in an instant.

Immediately after landing, he threw himself on the bed.

The armor moved, and the right fist was suddenly pitch black as ink.

Like a huge hammer, with a whimpering wind, it smashed down!

Zong Tai's expression was indifferent: "The soul is fixed on the body, and there can be no accidents..."

boom!

The hard walnut wood bed shattered in an instant.

wrong!

The next moment, the scalp suddenly stabbed like a needle.

Zong Tai didn't even think about it, and almost instinctively bent his knees and squatted down.

The left hand holding the soul-fixing stake suddenly lifted up.

The dark soul-stabilizing stake pierced the air and pierced directly above the head.

clang!

Like a hammer hitting a chopping block. A huge roar suddenly sounded in his ears.

Powerful power came from the top of the fixed soul pile.

His left hand, which was covered with courage, seemed to be catching a smooth giant python.

laugh!

Like a blade scraping glass.

The soul-fixing stake followed the iron hoop with its left hand and suddenly slipped downward.

With a puff, it easily plunged into the blue brick floor.

Zong Tai's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

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