Estranged

Chapter 7: The terrifying Sect Master Zhou had a cracked expression inch by inch

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He Yingyuan was a disciple who had just been transferred to the resident guard at the beginning of the month.

He has not been in the blood sect for a long time, and his talent is not outstanding. He was arranged to guard the gate for the sect master because he was practical and steady.

This is not a good errand.

Because everyone in the blood sect knows that the sect master has a bad temper and is moody, he may not be able to get anything good by his side, but his life is very likely to be in danger, so the position of He Yingyuan is a high-risk job, although he can receive money every month. The salaries received are far more than other disciples, but if their lives are lost, what is the use of more salaries

The disciples who follow the sect master have grown up with each passing day, their ears and eyes are affected, and most of them are hard-hearted and desperate.

But He Yingyuan's conscience has not been completely eaten by the dog, or in other words, half of it has been eaten. When he saw that Chang Ming knew nothing about his own destiny, he couldn't help but feel a trace of compassion.

"The sect master failed to retreat. If you go in now, I am afraid it will be miserable."

His euphemisms didn't work at all.

Because the other party was not only not afraid after hearing it, but even more eager to try.

"Maybe the Sect Master will lose his temper when he sees me."

He Yingyuan: …

He felt that he was playing the qin to the cow, and what he said was in vain. When others heard this, they would cry for their father and mother. This is not only mentally ill, but also afraid of death.

He Yingyuan stopped talking, he closed his mouth tightly, reached out and gently pushed the door open, signaling the other party to go inside.

Chang Ming really happily stepped up and walked into the door.

In He Yingyuan's view, the other party is like stepping into hell without knowing it.

He couldn't help but pricked up his ears, bowed his waist and pouted his buttocks, just barely sticking his head against the door, listening carefully to the movement from inside, silently counting how long he would hear Changming's screams.

Fortunately, everyone knew the temperament of the sect master. Except for the disciples on duty, there were no uninterested people who came to stroll around every now and then. Naturally, no one saw He Yingyuan's indecent attitude.

He Yingyuan was anxious and looking forward to it, and he was a little resentful that you didn't listen to my advice. He couldn't say how to describe the mixed flavors. The half-empty heart landed peacefully, verifying that what he said was true.

But, wait and wait, he can't wait to scream.

Not to mention screaming, not even moaning, pain, begging, and howling.

He Yingyuan's legs were sore when he waited, so he couldn't help but move. He changed another leg to support most of the weight, and continued to listen with his butt out.

After an unknown amount of time, his leg also started to feel sore.

He Yingyuan sighed secretly. Contrary to his physical exhaustion, his curiosity was already bursting. He wished he could open the door and peek inside a little to see what was going on inside.

Right now!

boom!

The two doors were knocked out and flew out, and together with He Yingyuan, the door that was knocked down by the head flew out together.

It was the most unforgettable flight experience of his life.

Others are all swordsmen, ringing bells, and using teleportation formations.

Only him, Yumen.

The person and the door fell heavily, and when the person was under the door, He Yingyuan only felt a sore nose, but before the tears came out, the nosebleed came out first.

Time went back to half an hour ago.

Chang Ming had just entered that room.

The door behind him closed as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

The house is very large, more like a council hall.

The surroundings are empty, there are no chairs, only the floor-to-ceiling gauze hanging between the pillars, no wind and automatic.

There were a few futons scattered on the ground, some of which were stained with blood and turned black. Chang Ming's eyes slid away from above and landed on the round platform in the middle.

Sitting cross-legged, with his back to him, his hair is disheveled, one leg is propped up, his hand is slung over his knee, and he is holding a wine jug.

The wine in the urn was dripping down the mouth of the bottle, but the other party seemed to be unconscious, as if he was sitting and falling asleep.

When Changming took the fifty-step, the voice finally sounded from the front.

"This seat asked Xu Jingxian to find Rendan, and she found a waste without cultivation?"

He is sad, cold, and has no feelings at all, as if all living beings except him are ants.

The so-called human pill is similar to the furnace cauldron, but the fate is worse than the furnace cauldron. Taking people as the pill naturally loses its value after being drained of qi and blood, and in the end can only become a shriveled corpse that dies quickly. corpse.

Zhou can be Changming's third apprentice.

At the beginning, Changming was unable to seek the Tao of the world. He first went out of Taoism and then entered Buddhism. After abandoning Buddhism and cultivating demons, he accepted Zhou Ke as an apprentice.

He still remembered that at that time, Zhou Ke was submissive, self-abased and introverted. Although his talent was stronger than that of ordinary people, he was completely different from the other two apprentices. It will go on firmly and never look back.

Naturally, this also caused Zhou Ke's paranoid temperament later and even now.

Before Chang Ming could study this apprentice's path in life, the man with his back turned to him had already moved.

The sleeves of the robe swayed without wind, and the shape and shadow blurred in an instant, and it was less than a blink of an eye when it reached Changming.

There was an icy hand on the neck, like an ice cube against the skin.

For others, this action was enough to make them tremble and kneel down to beg for mercy.

But Zhou could see that the person who was strangled by him did not tremble and shout in fear, but instead showed him a smile that he thought was amiable.

"Teacher, haven't seen you for many years, are you alright?"

Many people have heard the name of the blood sect master Zhou Ke, and they will avoid it before they see the real person, for fear that this murderer will kill him if he wants to. I am afraid that there are not many people in this world. It is possible to interact with Zhou so closely.

Nine out of ten people who have done this are either dead or disabled.

The rest of this one—

If Xu Jingxian and He Yingyuan outside the door were here, they would definitely doubt their eyes.

Because the terrifying Sect Master Zhou of the Blood Sect not only did not crush Chang Ming's neck, but he pulled his hands back for the first time in the world, and even showed a few cracks in his expression, and it seemed that he was about to completely shatter and collapse.

He stared at Chang Ming, his expression changing, alternately showing a look of doubt, then shock, and finally disbelief.

Zhou could suspect that he was dreaming.

How could his ghost master, who had been dead for decades, suddenly appear in front of him

Is it an illusion of going crazy, or is it a bait sent by the enemy

He desperately needed a human pill to relieve the boiling heat in his blood, but the moment he saw Chang Ming, he calmed down, and his mind didn't seem to be as frantic as before.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Ke can look coldly, and he is very likely to stab his hand into his body to take out his heart and spleen in the next moment.

"The skin bag is good. Although I don't have a cultivation base, I can break the bones, make a hole in the top of the head, pour in the mercury, take out the skin bag completely, and hang it at the door for people to appreciate..."

As he spoke, he smiled slowly, handsome but gloomy, with no warmth at all.

To Chang Ming, this expression seemed like a cool breeze, and he spoke slowly.

"You were eight years old when you entered the school, and you were very timid. Not only did you have low self-esteem, but you were also afraid of thunder. One summer, there were thunderstorms at night. I wanted to see if you went to bed on time. When I found out that you were sleeping on the ground, I thought you were Sleeping dishonestly and rolling out of bed, only to find out that you wet the bed when you touch the bamboo mat..."

"shut up!"

The terrifying Sect Master Zhou had a cracked expression inch by inch.

More and more hideous.

Although it wasn't as cute when I was a child, it was still better at that time.

Chang Ming thought so.

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Small theater unrelated to the text:

A: Outside the nickname! Seeing the blood sect master Zhou can go crazy!

B: What are you kidding, the devil will be crazy

A: It's truer than Pearl, my aunt's cousin and his uncle's second uncle are seeing the blood sect help the cook, the news is absolutely true!

B: Why are you crazy, tell me now!

A: I don't know either, but I heard that Sect Master Zhou repeats a sentence every day.

B: What

A: Why did you live? Why are you alive? Why are you alive