The powder that the little girl spilled out is of course poisonous.
Chu Su is a descendant of Huang Quan, the remains of a beheaded corpse, covered in filth and cold poison, logically speaking, he would not be afraid of any poison.
But those powders are not ordinary poison, but the Tang family's poison.
If real old people like Shang Xingzhou saw this scene, they would definitely think of some more ancient history.
The Tang family, which is located in the southwest, was able to spend so many years peacefully under the watchful eyes of countless experts in the sacred domain. What did it depend on
Why were the Patriarchs of the Tang Family so mysterious and terrifying
Because the method that the Tang family is best at, the most terrifying method is poison.
It's just that as time goes by, almost no one remembers this.
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Feeling that the meridians are rapidly withering, feeling that the real blood is constantly flowing, Chu Su is really going crazy.
These yamen servants, traders, and fortune tellers are just ordinary in his opinion, no matter their realm or strength.
Even those two old men who knew how to burn the sun and the little girl who used poison, if they were in normal times, he would still be able to deal with them. But their cooperation with each other was so harmonious, there were no loopholes, and they didn't give him any chance to fight back, directly trapping him in a dangerous situation.
This feeling really irritated him, angered him, and hurt him.
A scream burst from his bloody lips.
Countless fine ripples arose on the surface of the river, and the poisoned fish and snakes split inch by inch.
Countless black blood splattered in all directions, and was turned into black mist by him using the most authentic magic of the Longevity Sect.
The black mist was blown into countless strands by the wind, and each strand twisted as if alive, turned into a snake, and then gradually revealed its face.
Those faces were blurred at first, and then became clear. The outline of the face gradually became clearer, and the fangs and claws gradually appeared. They were either ferocious or cold, and they were all ghosts.
Numerous ghosts turned into blood mist, holding sharp knives, rushed towards the people on the shore.
There were countless sharp cutting sounds on the six iron chains, and countless black sparks appeared on the water and fire sticks.
The fortune-teller's flag fluttered in the wind, and the hands of the traders had already fallen into the sand table.
The two old sesame candy sellers were about to punch again, and the little girl held another handful of powder in her hand.
Just when Chu Su was about to use the most powerful means, even if his body and soul were broken, he wanted to kill all these people on the shore.
Suddenly, a piano sounded by the river.
The sound of this piano is not as good as the one played by the demon king in the snowy ridge, but it is equally breathtaking.
If Zhu Ye was still alive, his first reaction after hearing the sound of the piano today would still be to try his best to escape.
The sound of this zither once sounded on the shore opposite the Taoist hall.
The player who plays the piano is a blind luthier.
At some point, the blind luthier came to the stage and came to the shore.
The blind luthier raised his head and glanced at Chu Su.
There are no black pupils in his eyes, only the whites of the eyes, which reflect the black blood and ghosts all over the sky, making them look a little gray.
Obviously knowing that the other party can't see him, but Chu Su feels that his body and even the spiritual world have been seen through.
Countless fears poured into his heart, almost making his heart stop beating.
He didn't dare to fight back any more, he broke free from the five iron chains as fast as he could, turned around and jumped into Wenshui.
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The sound of the zither rose continuously and spread far away in the wind and snow.
When the strings move, there is an induction between the sky and the earth, and the soft snowflakes become the sharpest flying knives.
Countless shrill and ugly screams sounded from the sky above the river, and countless ghosts screamed and were cut into the smallest pieces.
The snowflakes were dyed gray and black, fell into the river, and could never be seen again.
Like Susu falling into the river.
The light shone on Wenshui, and there was no trace of Chu Su, only an afterimage on the water surface.
His speed was too fast, even faster than the shadow disappeared.
The blind luthier looked into the distance and ignored it. His skinny fingers continued to pluck the strings, but the tone changed.
The piece he is playing now is called the Yellow River, which was sung by Mr. Qiu Shan that evening.
The sound of the piano was like a real thing, falling on the surface of the river, and the water droplets splashed like gold liquid.
The afterimage cut off silently.
There was a shrill and painful scream from nowhere.
A severed tail fell from the sky accompanied by black blood.
It turned out that Chu Su did not hide in the river, but hid again in the eyes of the light formation.
Amid the crisp metal impact, an iron chain was thrown into the air, tying the severed tail.
The little girl reached out and sprinkled the powder on the broken tail, like cooking or pickling.
Confined by heavy iron chains, he still kept struggling, as if the severed tail of a living creature gradually stopped, and only then did he really die.
An old man selling sesame candy came forward and wrapped the severed tail with kraft paper wrapped in sugar.
After finishing these things, they looked at the blind luthier.
Yamen servants, peddlers, fortune tellers, old people selling sesame candy, and girls buying cosmetics are the five types of people in the Tang family.
But they are not all.
They are five of five, and there is one more.
That person is their teacher and their leader.
"Xishanli."
The seven vendors were still presiding over the formation, and the wind was blowing, and the fortune teller found Chu Su again.
The yamen servants carried iron chains on their backs and held water and fire sticks, ready to continue chasing and killing.
The old man selling sesame candy and the little girl buying makeup powder also started to pack their things.
There was no expression on their faces, very calm.
Since the blind luthier made a move, no matter how good Chu Su was at hiding, and his methods were unparalleled, he would still be dead after all.
The blind luthier didn't move.
Yamen servants, merchants, old people and young girls all looked at him.
"enough."
The blind luthier closed his eyes and continued to play.
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The speed of time is not exactly the same for different people in different moods, and it is also true for the before and after of an event.
As the time boundary approaches, the flow of time tends to speed up a lot.
The poker game in the Tang family's old house has stopped.
The card game in the ancestral hall has also reached the end.
An hour is approaching.
The three people at the table were obviously getting more and more nervous, with more and more sweat on their foreheads.
"Uncle Sixteen, you and Uncle Seventeen are twin brothers and have always been close. I think you must want to avenge him."
Tang Thirty-Six looked at one of them and said, "But you need to make it clear that he was not killed by the Demon Lord, nor by the Pope, but by the Second Uncle."
Hearing this sentence, Master Tang Shiliu's expression changed suddenly, he stared at him and said, "Evidence."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "Because of Zhu Shadan's matter, a bishop of Yinghua Hall was expelled from the Li Palace. You should know this person."
Master Tang Shiliu's face gradually became gloomy, and he said, "He accompanied Shiqi to Gaoyang Town."
Tang Thirty-Six glanced at the cards in his hand and said, "He's not dead."
Master Tang Shiliu said: "No matter who did it, even... second brother, he still has no reason to be alive."
Tang Thirty-Six raised his head to look at him, and said, "This shows a truth, suicide is always more difficult than murder."
Master Tang Sixteen suddenly got up and said, "Give him to me."
Tang Thirty-Six lowered his head again and began sorting the cards, saying: "That depends on whether Uncle Sixteen is willing to give me what I want."