As soon as they heard that the murderer was inside the yurt, everyone panicked and turned their heads to look at the people around them, for fear that the murderer was standing nearby.
Surele and Kecou whispered in Timur’s ear, “Did Achong make a mistake? I checked carefully. The people in the tent are all locals and they know us. I didn’t see anyone in the camp. Other outsiders."
Timur waved his hand to beckon him not to speak, he himself was full of doubts, but at this time he must support A Chong.
A Chong looked at the crowd around him, his yin and yang hands secretly luck, his wide cuffs gradually bulged, as if it was full of gas.
"Huh!"
Ah Chongran yelled, and slapped his palm on the chopping board in front of him!
Everyone only felt their ear drums shook, and there seemed to be a wave of air blowing across their faces.
"Huh, huh, huh", several lanterns went out together! Only one electric light in the tent glowed dimly.
Everyone was suppressed, and everyone looked at A Chong together, and the tent suddenly fell into deathly silence.
A Chong took a deep breath and opened his mouth slowly and said, "Essence is a thing, the wandering soul reincarnated!"
As soon as the word "sheng" was uttered, everyone felt a white gas suddenly rising from the corpse, a faint gust of wind seemed to blow inside the tent, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply!
"hiss"
A middle-aged man with a chubby figure shivered in the crowd.
"found it!"
A Chong's hand holding the chopping board exerted force, and the whole figure soared into the air like a harrier, and the man stretched out his hand to catch the shivering middle-aged man while he was still in the air.
This time the rabbit flew up and down, and everyone hadn't figured out what was going on. A Chong had already grabbed the middle-aged man with one hand.
As soon as he touched the shoulder of the middle-aged man, A Chong suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart-strange, he didn't even react!
Generally, when a person who has practiced Kungfu is touched by an external force, his muscles will instinctively react, but this person has soft tentacles and seems to have no martial arts.
"Did I catch the wrong person?"
This idea suddenly came to Achong's heart, still grabbing his shoulder and pulling it along. The middle-aged man was torn out from the crowd and stumbled to stand in the middle of the tent. Under the eyes of everyone, the chubby middle-aged man stood there shivering and dared not move.
"Isn't this Bayan? I've known him for ten years, and he certainly won't be a murderer!" Suzhleheke said loudly.
This Bayan usually earns a living by doing a small business and selling small commodities. Almost everyone in the camp knows him, and a person who usually makes friends with him honestly says that he is a murderer, no one will believe him.
Obviously, A Chong caught the wrong person.
"Bayan doesn't even dare to kill sheep, how could he be a murderer?" Daiqin said coarsely beside him, his tone full of extreme dissatisfaction.
Tossing everyone up in the middle of the night, but making such a fuss!
The white-bearded old man shook his head again and again, his old face wrinkled into an old orange peel, and he was muttering something in his mouth-he was certainly not complimenting A Chong.
Bayan stood in the crowd, staring at the crowd dumbfounded, as if frightened by the sudden change.
A Chong stared at Bayan and said in a low voice: "I can't read it wrong, the dead can't lie!"
Just now he used the Yin and Yang arms to force out the ghost of the corpse. It was midnight, when the Yin Qi was at its peak. The ghost who was forced out of the spirit orifice recognized the murderer who killed him during his lifetime and took the initiative to possess him. Bayan felt that the cold was invading, so he involuntarily shuddered. These subtle changes were all seen by A Chong. in.
When this person was arrested, there was no response. It can only explain one thing-his skill has reached the state of perfection, reaching the state of not being surprised.
"If you are not the murderer, why don't you speak?" A Chong looked at Bayan and said coldly.
Bayan looked at A Chong dumbly, as if he didn't know what he was talking about.
Naya translated A Chong's words in Mongolian, but Bayan still did not respond.
"Humph!" A Chong snorted coldly, and reached out to grab Bayan's door.
Bayan seemed to be shocked. He stood still on the spot, and when A Chong's hand was about to catch his face, he suddenly flew straight back.
He is fast, A Chong is faster.
A Chong screamed, his arms suddenly grew violently, and he grabbed Bayan's face door and tore his face alive.
In the exclamation of the crowd, Bayan bowed his head and knocked away the person blocking the door. His fat body was like an inflatable ball, disappearing between the yurts in an instant. After a while, there was a hearty laughter in the distance:
"Hahaha! Kitano Chong, he really has the ability to recognize Lao Tzu!"
The voice of "Bayan" was loud and energetic. Although he spoke in a rush, he did not stop. The voice gradually faded away, and the last word "lai" was uttered. The person was already in the distant snowy field. The running speed was unbelievable. Called speed.
Daiqin and Su Rile He Ke were about to rush out to pursue, A Chong stopped him: "Don't go!"
"What are you afraid of! Can he run past our steeds any time soon?" Daiqin roared.
A Chong shook his head: "You can't beat him."
Unexpectedly, this sentence had the opposite effect. Daiqin pushed A Chong away and strode out with Su Rile and Ke.
"Fuck me back! Listen to A Chong!" Tamerlane stopped them with a stern look.
Seeing Timur's anger, Daiqin and Suzhileheke had to walk back with their heads down. Daiqin clenched his fists and swelled, obviously not convinced.
"Brother Chong, you, are you not hurt?" Naya came up and asked with concern, reaching out to help A Chong.
She could see that A Chong's arm was hanging beside him, and his body seemed to be still shaking slightly, worried that he would be injured by "Bayan" during the fight just now.
"Don't come here!" A Chong said solemnly, turning his right hand gently, only to see a slender purple ice needle sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger.
Just now when "Bayan" escaped, in order to stop A Chong's pursuit, he stabbed back. A Chong saw a flash of purple light and knew that his hidden weapon was powerful. For fear of accidentally injuring other people in the tent, he had to use his right hand hard. Taken over.
This took a great risk. If the ice needle did not catch or pierce the skin, the consequences would be disastrous. No matter how powerful A Chong's Yin and Yang hands are, it may not be able to withstand this strange poison.
This purple ice needle is no more than a few inches long and thinner than a toothpick. Although it looks extremely sharp, it is also extremely brittle, and it will break if you don't pay attention.
The ice needle emits a purple glow under the light, and it is very poisonous at first glance. Thanks to the extremely cold hands of A Chong's Yin and Yang, the ice needles have not melted, otherwise the toxins will penetrate the skin, which may be life-threatening.
A Chong asked Naya about a piece of bloody raw meat, and gently flicked with both fingers, piercing the ice needle into the meat until it reached the handle. After only ten seconds, the ice needles melted and disappeared, and the whole piece of raw meat had turned black and purple, showing the strong toxicity of the ice needles.
"I didn't expect Bayan to be this kind of person, he lived with us for so long, no one found him, he would kill..." Naya murmured.
"He is not Bayan."
A Chong whispered, picking up Bayan’s captured "skin" from the ground and looking through the light-this is a very realistic silicone mask, which looks like a real person's skin.
"It's amazing, true evil!" Su Rile and Ke took the mask from A Chong's hand, and carefully said: "Since this Bayan is fake, what about the real Bayan?"
"I'm afraid we have been poisoned." A Chong whispered.
"Go and see Bayan." Timur commanded. Daiqin and Su Rile and Ke turned around and walked out with their guns. After a while, they walked back with sullen faces, watching Timur and shook their heads:
"Bayan and his wife are in the tent-people have been dead for a few days, and the bodies are frozen."
"A Chong, how do you see that'Bayan' is fake? I have known him for ten years, and I didn't see him standing there just now!" Timur could not help asking.
A Chong said softly: "Actually, I didn't know who the murderer was at first. I identified him by the corpse.
In the evening, I urged everyone not to come near here, because I was looking for the right time to drive out the wandering souls in the corpse. The murderer was recognized by one of them when he killed someone. I ask you to call everyone to come over, and then take the opportunity to reincarnate the wandering soul, so that you can identify the murderer. "
Naya did not translate this passage from Achong to other people in Mongolian, but Timur, Surile, Ke and Daiqin understood it.
For them, the concept of'Wandering Soul Reincarnations' is far beyond their scope of cognition. But just now everyone witnessed A Chong's "expelling souls", so no one questioned his words.
"But, how do you know that the murderer will come here? What if he is afraid to show up and dare not come over?" Suzhileheke asked.
"He will definitely come!"
A Chong said with certainty: "From the point of view of his killing methods, this is a very powerful profession/killer. After such a master commits a crime, they often do not leave in a hurry. Instead, they will return to the scene of the crime to observe people. Reaction, from which to find the thrill of victory.
I ask you to speak out that the murderer has been found, and he will definitely be curious. This person is very confident in his own methods. He doesn't believe I will find him, so he comes in with confidence so that the wandering soul can find him. "
After listening to A Chong's words, everyone looked at each other.
Daiqin looked around in a panic, "Those ghosts, are they still here?"
A Chong nodded and said sadly: "Their spirits are still in a free state, and they won't last long. I'll give them a ride." After speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground and said softly in his mouth:
"Too high edict, super lonely soul, ghosts and all, four lives with grace... Save the others, rush to live beyond the sea, escape from the sea of suffering, reincarnate Chéng Rén..."
After reading this passage, everyone felt that the cold breath in the tent seemed to slowly disappear.
Seeing A Chong doing all this, the other Mongols in the tent didn't know why.
The old white-bearded man stood up suddenly excitedly, shouting something to Timur.
Timur said with a calm face, and the old white-bearded man waved his hand and walked out rushingly. When he walked to the door, he turned his head and glanced at A Chong, with an inexplicable fear in his angry eyes.
As soon as the white beard old man left, the other Mongols in the tent also walked out in twos and threes. When passing by A Chong, they all hid far away, as if A Chong was attached to the death god, for fear of avoiding it.
After a while, only Timur, Surilhek, Naya, Daiqin, and two clansmen remained in the tent.
Naya leaned close to A Chong's ear and said softly, "He said you can do sorcery, but you brought death... Brother Chong, you ignore him. Dad doesn't speak, they dare not do anything to you."
A Chong looked sad, he was really caught in a dilemma now. The old man with white beard was right, he was a cursed person.
Stay here, Timur and his innocent people will suffer, and more people will die because of him.
Leaving here, the rest of these people may not escape the poisonous hands.
Since that person can pretend to be Bayan God and sneak into the camp unconsciously, he can naturally pretend to be someone else.
They don't even know where the enemy is.