As soon as I finished speaking, Guan Qingyan, who was standing behind me, suddenly pounced on me.
I didn't expect Guan Qingyan to suddenly do such a thing. I was caught off guard and was pushed more than a meter away by her. When I looked back, Guan Qingyan had already fallen to the ground with a black face and a weak breath.
Nangong Ling, who was far away, panicked: "Qingyan, how are you? Why did you save him? He is working with the evildoer!"
It turned out that Nangong Ling wanted to poison me just now. Guan Qingyan helped me block the opponent's poisonous hand at the critical moment, but she herself was poisoned and fell to the ground.
I never expected that Guan Qingyan would save me. Until I saw the black blood flowing from her body, I still felt it was so unreal.
Guan Qingyan smiled and said, "Because I owed him a life."
I slowly raised my head and glared at Nangong Ling: "Hand over the antidote!"
Nangong Ling hesitated for a moment before sternly saying, "If you give up the deal and kill Miaokong, I will give you the antidote right away. Otherwise..."
I said coldly: "Otherwise, how about it?"
Nangong Ling said word by word: "Otherwise, I can only watch Guan Qingyan die."
"Hahaha..." I laughed, "You're using Guan Qingyan to threaten me? I'm only asking you for the antidote out of moral obligation. Whether you give it to me or not has nothing to do with me."
Nangong Ling's face turned pale: "You don't care about Guan Qingyan? She is your wife!"
I said calmly: "Her death will bring me relief!"
Guan Qingyan, who had been smiling at life and death, couldn't help but smile bitterly after I said that, and two lines of tears flowed down her face in her smile.
Nangong Ling shouted angrily: "Wu Zhao, are you still human?"
"Shut up!" Monk Shi suddenly swung out with his stick, pressing Nangong Ling's throat and pressing her against the carriage.
"Nangong Ling..." I just called out the other person's name, and before I could say anything, Miaokong, who was standing far away, had already applauded, "Excellent, wonderful, really wonderful. What's the poem that says it? It is said that ruthlessness is better than affection!"
"Some people, clearly deeply in love, have to pretend to be indifferent. They are clearly willing to sacrifice their lives for the other person, but they are unwilling to look at him or her. I just don't understand, how can there be such people and such love in the world?"
I looked at Miaokong coldly: "Are you talking about me?"
"No, no, no..." Miaokong pointed at Guan Qingyan and said, "I'm talking about her. She clearly ignored you and didn't care about you, but she saved you again and again. If I were to meet a woman like this, I really don't know whether to cry or laugh!"
I said coldly: "Does this have anything to do with our cooperation?"
"It matters a lot." Miaokong smiled and said, "Whenever we cooperate, we must show enough sincerity to convince the other party."
Miaokong looked at me with a smile and said, "Don't you think that Nangong Ling, Guan Qingyan, and Ji Liping are a little redundant in our cooperation? Take off their heads, and we can continue to cooperate."
I glanced at the three terrified women calmly: "Guan Qingyan and Ji Liping can die, but Nangong Ling can't. She has a *, if she dies, my brother will die too."
Miaokong smiled and said, "How difficult is that? I think Mr. Shi is also a Buddhist, why not join my Shenmu Temple..."
Before the other party could finish his words, the murderous aura in me suddenly rose into the sky and pressed towards him like a tidal wave.
Miaokong laughed and said, "It's just a joke, why take it so seriously? I remember that Mr. Shi once said that he was willing to sacrifice sixty years of his life to remove the poison, right? If I take over, it would only take thirty years of Mr. Shi's life. What are you going to choose?"
I turned to look at Monk Shi, who said coldly, "Help me to remove the poison, and I will personally bring you Nangong Ling's head."
"Brother Shi..." Nangong Ling just opened her mouth, and Shi Heshang's long stick moved forward a little, pressing the opponent's throat, forcing her words back. Nangong Ling's tears could not stop flowing out.
I looked at Miaokong and said, "In that case, please take action!"
Miaokong looked at me and said, "I need to prepare. *You are under the protection of the witch god, and even with the power of our wood spirits, we can't easily detoxify you. Once I prepare the altar, I can help you detoxify immediately."
My face darkened slightly, and the latter quickly said: "Of course, in order to reassure both of us, I will not leave this cargo compartment."
Miaokong raised his hands in front of him and clapped them a few times. Soon, a "tap-tap" sound came from outside the carriage - it was the sound of wooden sticks hitting the ground. A large number of puppets had already gathered near the carriage
Miaokong sat down cross-legged. After his lips trembled slightly a few times, the sound of the wooden stick hitting the ground quickly receded into the distance, going back and forth in a very orderly manner in the distance. It sounded like something was being transported.
With just one order from Miaokong, countless puppets can act in fear and trepidation, which shows his status in Shenmu Temple.
After Miaokong arranged the things outside, he opened his eyes with interest: "Since I have nothing to do now, why don't we chat?"
"I don't know what you want to talk about?" I took two steps deliberately while speaking, and took the opportunity to turn around to check Guan Qingyan's condition. The latter's shoulder was stained with black blood, and her face became even paler.
Nangong Ling did not use a deadly poison when she attacked, but the poison in the hidden weapon had already begun to take effect. It would not be long before Guan Qingyan would die of the poison.
Miaokong said excitedly: "You must be curious about how I escaped Chen Hanxing's blockade and sneaked into the crowd, right? I really have to thank this skin for this."
"Chen Lei?" I frowned slightly and asked, "Were you released by Chen Lei?"
"It's just a coincidence." Miaokong said, "As I told you before, the owner of this skin, Chen Lei, is very obsessed with ancient buildings, especially the techniques of ancient masters. He is obsessed to the point of madness. There just happens to be such a mountain temple in this mountain."
I couldn't help but frown: "You are talking about Chen Hanxing and his family's shelter, right?"
"That's right, that's right!" Miaokong said, "In the past, the Jiangshan Iron Guards left a battalion of soldiers in the mountains. Naturally, they thought that their strength would gradually weaken, so they simply built a mountain temple to attract people to come and offer incense and help Chen Hanxing practice."
"I think that the Jiangshan Iron Guards felt guilty towards Chen Hanxing and the others, and in order to remind them of their mission, they asked a master craftsman to build a dome-shaped mountain temple in the style of a Qing Dynasty official hat!"
"However, Chen Lei was ecstatic after seeing the mountain temple. Whenever he had free time, he would go to the temple and study its structure over and over again, hoping that one day he could decipher the skills of the ancient craftsmen."
"Chen Lei chose several locations to observe the temple, one of which was near the secret passage I had just opened. That time, in order to avoid Chen Hanxing's eyes and ears, I deliberately sneaked out of the temple at noon, and happened to run into Chen Lei who was observing the mountain temple from a distance."
"Originally, Chen Hanxing had already noticed it, but I resisted the urge to drink blood and just hid in Chen Lei's water bottle until he took me down the mountain."
Miaokong raised his head and smiled: "When Chen Lei drinks the water, his body will be mine."
"I spent two days sorting out all of Chen Lei's memories. When I discovered that Chen Lei's employer was extremely obsessed with Feng Shui, I set my sights on the Guan family." Miaokong raised his hand and pointed at Guan Qingyan. I moved my eyes in the direction of his finger and quickly glanced at Guan Qingyan.
At this time, Guan Qingyan was leaning against the carriage, cold sweat streaming down her head, and her lips, which had already been bloodless, had turned purple.
Her poison was about to take effect.
At this time, Nangong Ling, who was held back by Monk Shi, said anxiously, "Brother Shi, let me go. Qingyan can't stand it any longer. Let me go and I will help her detoxify."
I said coldly, "Don't worry about the detoxification. The dead don't know pain. Just let her hold on for a while."
"Wu Zhao, you are simply not a human being..." Before Nangong Ling could finish her curse, Monk Shi put an iron rod to her throat again.
But I said coldly, "When I asked you to get the antidote, you refused and even tried to threaten me. Now it's too late to worry. No matter what mistakes you make, you have to pay the price. You'd better watch her die slowly!"
I turned to look at Miaokong and said, "You can continue."
Miaokong continued, "People should not have desires. If they have desires, they will fall into traps. That old man named Guan was too concerned about his family business. I didn't have to use much strength to make him fall into my hands."
"I asked him to build a temple on the mountain, and he threw real money at it, and even came here in person to take charge."
"But Chen Hanxing seemed to have thought of my plan to sneak back to the temple, so he simply guarded the mountain tightly and intercepted me again and again. In order to return to Shenmu Temple smoothly, I could only use a little trick."
As Miaokong spoke, a stream of green gas popped out from his fingers.
When I looked at the green energy that was flickering on Miaokong's fingertips like a candle flame, the latter also said: "I didn't expect that when I kept dividing my spiritual energy to create puppets to contain Chen Hanxing, the Guan family actually found a real sorcerer, causing my plan to almost fail."
"If you two groups hadn't fought to the death, I might not have found a chance to come back until now. However, it was precisely because of your internal fighting that I was greatly helped."
"Sometimes, people don't die at the hands of their enemies, but die in internal strife."
Miaokong sighed and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Guan Qingyan seems to be dying."
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