The six-door dungeon here has three floors. The further you go down, the colder it gets, and the prisoners in it become more and more dangerous. There are many criminal thieves and murderous demons.
Meng Qiqi said that when King Duan Rui and the prison chief entered the third floor, they immediately felt the gazes coming from them. They all had a sense of substance and were obviously of extraordinary strength.
You surnamed Wang, I am your mother, if you have the ability, let me out, fight me openly, plotting and ambush is not worth it. A rough voice rang out, full of resentment and excitement, causing the fine steel chain to rattle. The special iron bars swayed.
Capt. Wang's expression remained unchanged and he ordered the cell leader: "Starve him for three days."
Turning his head, he introduced Meng Qi: This is the lone thief Yuchi Gong, whose martial arts skills are extraordinary. We spent a lot of effort to make him stumble locally, and we plan to escort him to Beijing after the year.
He was quite proud of this matter. Being able to capture a lone robber who had repeatedly committed crimes but not been caught was enough to prove his ability. As for the method used to capture him, it didn't matter. I haven't heard of arresting criminals, so you have to be careful. manner
Yu Chigong's loud voice shook the entire third floor, causing dust to fall from the sky. He was eight feet tall and had gnarled muscles. Even though his bones were pierced, his tendons and hamstrings were torn, and his acupuncture points were sealed, he remained arrogant and malicious. Face-to-face: Wang, you eagle-clawed dog-legged person, if you let me escape, I will kill your whole family and take your mother's place in your life.
Supervisor Wang ignored him and ordered the prison leader again: "Three days are not enough. If he is starved until he has no strength to speak, if it doesn't work anymore, he will be whipped eighty times."
Yu Chigong's roar suppressed the noise of other prisoners, just like the prison bully on this floor.
The cell leader repeatedly said yes. After arriving at an empty cell, he took out the key, opened the iron door, and locked Duan Rui's hands and feet with fine steel chains.
It takes about three hours to replenish the acupuncture points. Meng Qi reminded.
Wang Captou did not want to be in a cold, humid and extremely noisy environment, so he agreed and left on his own. The cell leader saluted: Mr. Su. The young one will not prevent you from interrogating him. If you have any orders, you can go to the entrance of the third floor to find the young one. You can also shout loudly.
When Yuchi Gong saw Wang Captou and the two leaving, he immediately changed his target, pointed at Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan and cursed: "Two young boys, you still imitate others' torture to see how you dress." Either he is a child of aristocratic family, or he is a disciple of a sect. Relying on the shadow of the ancestors, we can please the eagle's claws and the dog's legs.
In fact, hey, the techniques under my command are as sparse as they are. If I were not imprisoned and met you on the road, I would definitely beat you up. If you still have women, I would not be polite to enjoy them. If you say I’ll fuck your mother, I’ll fuck your mother
He was full of foul language and tried to provoke Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan into doing irrational things, such as opening the cell and beating themselves, so as to find a chance to escape.
Meng Qi looked at him with a smile and said nothing. Just watch quietly.
Suddenly, Yu Chigong, who was cursing, heard a strong heartbeat.
Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, the sound has a strange rhythm, as if it resonates deep in the soul and can resonate.
See if you have the ability to do it. Yu Chigong continued to curse.
Boom, boom, boom. Dong-dong-dong, the sound of heartbeat became clearer and clearer. Yu Chigong felt that his heart was beating with this rhythm. Meng Qi opposite him still smiled and said nothing.
He is as timid as a mouse, has a fat head and a pink face, and at first glance, he looks like a kid selling his ass. His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and Yuchi Gong felt blood welling up, his head was swollen, and he couldn't speak anymore.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, the beating of his heart was beyond Yu Chigong's endurance. His head was dizzy, his eyes were filled with blood, and he felt that his heart would explode at any time.
He took a few steps back and sat down suddenly. His face was bloodshot and he was breathing heavily. He was extremely embarrassed and felt like he would die at any time.
The kid in front of me is so weird
Just like evil ghosts and evil gods
What kind of skill is this
Senior Brother Qi, please watch the door for me. Meng Qi returned his heartbeat to normal and smiled leisurely.
He had read a martial arts book before. There was a demon who could use his own heartbeat to control the heartbeats of others, causing them to die inexplicably. It was very cool, so he took advantage of this three-month retreat to ask Ruan Yushu for advice. The first time he showed his strength was to control the heartbeat of others with the sound of the piano, so Meng Qi had already had this idea, but due to lack of strength or time, he was unable to ask for advice.
Without involving the specific sound of the piano, Ruan Yushu generously told the techniques and methods. Meng Qi also practiced the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills and had extremely strong control over every part of his body, including the heart, so he finally copied a similar method. It's not a particularly powerful method, but it can be used to assassinate or scare people. The main purpose is to relax and entertain yourself.
Qi Zhengyan still had that dead face and nodded gently: OK.
He held the dragon-patterned red gold sword and looked at the cells around him.
All the prisoners around him fell silent. Yu Chigong, who was one of the most powerful and unruly among the others, was in such an awkward situation. When the other party did not take action and just watched quietly, he was in such an embarrassing situation. It's better to keep a low profile
What kind of weird trick is this
He actually took care of Yu Chigong without moving or saying a word.
In complete silence, Meng Qi stepped into the cell and stood in front of Duan Rui: If he wants to cure the Soul Leaving Syndrome, he must find out the ins and outs of the future.
Taoist Buddha, please forgive me for lying to the child, but I will hire a famous doctor for him
Mr. Su, feel free to ask questions. Duan Rui said with great expectation.
Meng Qi first went around asking: When did you first feel the signs of Soul Leaving Syndrome
Duan Rui thought about it carefully: it should have been shortly after his adoptive father went crazy and left and became a beggar. It shouldn't have been serious at first, because he was bullied many times before the evil spirit took revenge.
Meng Qi asked where your adoptive father came from.
Duan Rui said blankly: A foster father is a foster father.
Meng Qi, who had known your adoptive father since when, simply asked.
Only then did Duan Rui understand what it meant: About ten days before the monster got out of control, I found an injured old man in a hidden place outside the village. I bandaged him and stopped the bleeding. After he woke up, he didn't want to see outsiders. So I hid in a nearby cave. I often went to deliver yams to him and listened to his anecdotes about the world, which made me very happy. Later, after he recovered from his injuries, he accepted me as his adopted son and taught me a set of exercises to strengthen my body. He was always very kind to me, like his own child.
Um. Duan Rui really does not have the strength to enter the depths of the back mountain, if he learns the Yi Jin Jing. Someone must have brought him out. Could it be that his adoptive father was a giant who practiced poison skills in the Poison Pond in the back mountain? It seems that it is not that simple to lose control of the monster. Meng Qi remained calm and continued to ask: What are the characteristics of your adopted father
The adoptive father had very light eyebrows and a thin face. He was about forty or fifty years old and had messy hair. Duan Rui described it carefully.
Without obvious features, Meng Qi couldn't outline his appearance or guess his identity just by describing him in words. Then he asked: Apart from this, did your adoptive father teach you other skills or give you anything else
No. Duan Rui answered affirmatively.
Meng Qi frowned and said: "Has your adoptive father practiced that set of exercises to strengthen your body?"
Yes, I practice every night. Duan Rui answered affirmatively.
Meng Qi took a breath: Did your adoptive father go crazy later
Duan Rui's eyes suddenly froze, and his expression was full of shock. His adoptive father, who had practiced the body-building exercises, went crazy. I also suffered from Soul Leaving Syndrome and was on the verge of going crazy. Could it be because of it
Although there were only two samples and it was impossible to make a judgment, Meng Qi still speculated: From this point of view, the cause of soul-leaving syndrome must be related to this set of physical fitness exercises. You have to stop for now and see if it has any effect.
Well, I'll do it. Duan Rui answered quickly, relieved to find the source.
Meng Qi pondered for a moment and said: If you want to cure Soul Leaving Syndrome, you probably have to start with this set of exercises. Why don't you practice it again and let me see what's wrong
To this. He was very curious, couldn't it be that for so many years since Shaolin established the Yi Jin Jing Temple, there were countless eminent monks who practiced the Yi Jin Jing, and he had never heard of anyone being possessed by demons and going crazy.
Duan Rui was in a hurry to treat his illness, and it was just a set of ordinary Kungfu to strengthen his body, so he didn't keep it secret. He lay down, curled up into a ball, put his hands on his lower abdomen, and pressed his legs against his chest. His posture was weird, and his breathing slowly became longer.
Meng Qi's spirit was released, his soul was clarified, and Duan Rui's true energy flow path was vaguely reflected, watching its changes and getting a glimpse of its core.
Like Meng Qi, a Buddhist Zen master who tried hard to remember the running route and the speed of Qi, Duan Rui had no intention of hiding it.
After practicing for a week, Duan Rui changed his postures, and ended up with nine postures in total, all of which were weird and strange. The more he practiced, the weirder he felt to Meng Qi, as if he was becoming more and more incomplete and sinister. feeling.
Hu Duanrui breathed out and looked at Meng Qi eagerly: Mr. Su, my adoptive father said that the order of practicing postures cannot be wrong, otherwise you will go crazy. Could it be that the order that he has always thought is wrong
If possible, you can repeat the posture's Qi path in words. Meng Qi wanted to verify what he sensed, and this could also tell whether Duan Rui was lying.
Duan Rui answered honestly, which was consistent with the flow of infuriating energy reflected by Meng Qi.
He asked several questions from time to time, and Duan Rui answered them fluently, which was consistent with his cultivation status and did not look like he was lying.
Meng Qi firmly memorized the nine postures and said: These nine postures are all extraordinary when viewed individually, but if they are practiced together, they will feel incomplete and mysterious, so it may be a matter of order. If you stop practicing temporarily, you will It forgets that I will invite famous doctors to use medicine, stone, gold and needle to cure your soul-leaving syndrome. The evil spirit will be separated from the root and it will not be difficult to contain it.
Thank you Mr. Su. Meng Qi's statement was the same as his adoptive father's, and Duan Rui believed it.
Afterwards, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan left and sincerely helped Duan Rui find a famous doctor to treat the soul-leaking syndrome.
At night, when it was time to replenish Duan Rui's acupuncture points, the prison boss opened the iron door.
The soul-leaving syndrome is really invisible. The prison boss is also a good hand. He chatted casually and knelt down to tap acupuncture points.
At this moment, Duan Rui raised his head, his eyes were extremely dark, and he saw darkness in the distance. He opened his mouth and spat out, spraying the foam on the face of the cell leader.
As soon as the prison leader cursed, he screamed and collapsed, his face crackling, but within two or three breaths, he lost his life, his body turned completely black, and his face was mostly covered with traces of corrosion.
Duan Rui pulled the cell head over, found the key, unlocked the stainless steel chain, stretched his muscles, and walked out of the cell: "You want to get rid of me, damn it."
This brother, we are all in trouble. Help us out quickly. We will thank you very much. Yuchi Gong is overjoyed.
Duan Rui looked over coldly, his almost dark eyes without any emotion, and then slowly approached.
Yuchi Gong was stunned for a moment, then his hair stood up on his head, and he caught a cold in anticipation of danger, and shouted hurriedly:
No, don't come here
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