Chapter 70 The Man Behind the Scenes
As Liu Sheng finished speaking, several chuckles sounded outside the door, mixed with hoarse coughs.
Heavy footsteps sounded, and an old man wrapped in a fox fur cloak walked in with the support of Butler Zhou.
The old man's face is pale and tired, but his eagle eyes are still sharp. Although he is old, his figure is still tall and straight, but he looks a little sick and weak at this time, and he walks tremblingly. .
Liu Sheng knew that this was Mrs. Wen.
He stopped in front of Liu Sheng and smiled: "You are very smart."
Liu Sheng nodded and said: "Indeed, more than one person said that about me."
Mr. Wen was once again attracted by Liu Sheng Sheng's words made her laugh out loud: "What's your name?"
"I don't think it's necessary to say it." Liu Sheng didn't give him any face.
Housekeeper Zhou’s eyelids twitched, and he quickly whispered: “Her name was passed on when she came in, and her name was Liu Sheng. I checked, and she was also from the Weaving Institute. She was originally from the Li County Weaving Institute. Later, after the strange outbreak in Li County, he was transferred to Qinghe Weaving Institute and served as the door attendant of Wanshitang. He was not able to communicate with the gods, but he had strong clerical skills and once published an article in "Theory of Cultivation."
Liu Sheng did not expect that Housekeeper Zhou would investigate her deeds so quickly, but these things were clearly written on her resume. Anyone in the Weaving Academy system would know it by asking.
After hearing this, Mr. Wen shook his head and said: "With your ability, it would be a pity to be such a small servant. Why not be a guest of our Wen family? I will give you a monthly quota of twelve spirit yuan. You You can continue to publish articles. I am very familiar with Editor-in-Chief Mei of "Cultivation Theory", so I can guarantee that your article will be approved."
Mr. Wen actually meant to recruit people when he opened his mouth.
When Liu Sheng heard the number of cases per month, she was slightly moved for a moment. After hearing the last sentence, she stopped thinking and snorted secretly: "No need, I'm not worried about whether my article will pass. "
"Okay, you are ambitious." Mr. Wen was not annoyed, but admired it.
"But why do you think I would make the plan so early?"
Liu Sheng said calmly: "You deliberately asked the old lady to tell that scary ghost story repeatedly, right? If not, Miss Wen would not believe it Don’t doubt this rule.”
“For me, that reminder doesn’t convince me at all. I just follow the rules you set because I have other plans.”
Mr. Wen smiled and said calmly: "One reason why you are not affected may be this, but the other reason is that you are determined and have your own judgment. Look at your colleagues, although their cultivation is not as good as yours Above, but which one is not affected?"
Liu Sheng did not answer, looking at Liao Chengpeng who was still unconscious, and Fu Ze who was sitting on the ground listening to their conversation but unable to get up, his eyes darkened. .
"So, where has Miss Wen's spirituality been transferred?" Liu Sheng asked the last question.
Liu Sheng swallowed up the opposite side of the strange thing, but there was only pure strange energy in it, but no spirituality. It could only be that the transfer target was already set.
The wrinkles on Old Mrs. Wen's face made the smile deepen: "You should have guessed it, right?"
Liu Sheng did know, but just wanted to hear his own confirmation: "Why? Put it on Wen Xuanning?”
“Have you ever thought about what would happen if you have a spiritual power of over 100?”
"The full spiritual value of all people in the world is one hundred points. What if it can be exceeded?"
Mr. Wen's eyes were as sharp as an unsheathed sword in the dark, shining with inexplicable brilliance.
He looked back at the face of the Supreme God shining on the earth outside the door, as if he was yearning for something.
Liu Sheng did not expect such an answer.
According to this plan, both Wen Weilan and Wen Xuanning can be used as carriers of spirituality, while the other one is destined to sacrifice.
But why Wen Weilan?
Liu Sheng also asked the exit.
Mr. Wen turned around, his eyes changed slightly, as if he felt a little regretful and unbearable.
But soon his face returned to calmness, he was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Some things have been decided at the moment of birth."
"In this game, The only surprise is that Weilan has a friend like you.”
"Okay, are you sure you don't want to join the Wen family?" At this point, Mr. Wen finally lost his interest in talking and became a little impatient.
“No.” Liu Sheng shook his head and refused.
Mr. Wen nodded slightly.
He is tired, he is going back to rest.
“Okay, let’s do this.” Mr. Wen said in a deep voice, “People from the Weaving Institute and others came to investigate the strange thing, and they did find the strange thing, but unfortunately they were killed by the strange thing, and no one survived. "The Wen family is grateful to the warriors for saving hundreds of people from the Wen family at the cost of their lives, and plans to donate one hundred spirit yuan to the Qinghe Weaving Institute to express condolences."
"How about it? Is it reasonable?"
"So, let's die together!"
As he said that, Old Man Wen, who was originally weak and slow, suddenly raised his eyes and looked like Dian, stretched out his hand and was about to grab Liu Sheng's neck.
Just when Mr. Wen's hand was about to touch Liu Sheng, his vest suddenly hurt. He looked down and saw the tip of a knife coming out of his heart. Blood gushed out and soaked him. took off his cloak.
It all happened so fast that almost no one had time to react.
Butler Zhou shouted "Master" loudly and painfully, and then stretched out his arms to hug Old Mrs. Wen's shaky body.
Mr. Wen's eyes were full of disbelief and he slowly turned his head.
It turned out to be Fu Ze who had been sitting in the corner!
At this time, Fu Ze's face was expressionless, with only deep determination in his eyes.
Although he was indeed caught in the illusion, fortunately he had rich experience and forcibly escaped from the illusion, but it still inevitably caused some damage.
So he has been hiding in the corner, pretending to be unable to move, silently gathering strength while Liu Sheng and Mrs. Wen were talking, waiting for the opportunity.
Finally, the opportunity came.
So, one hit.
There was deathly silence in the entire ancestral hall. Old Man Wen's body slowly fell down, and a pool of blood gradually spread under his body.
Butler Zhou knelt in a pool of blood, holding Old Mrs. Wen's hand with a look of grief on his face, crying bitterly, as if he wanted to pull his master back from death.
Liu Sheng stood aside, there was not much surprise in her eyes, as if everything in front of her was expected.
......
Liu Sheng carried Cuicui on his back, and Fu Ze carried Liao Chengpeng on his back, and walked out of the Wen Mansion unimpeded.
They killed the old man who was the head of the family, and took away the tablet of the god of the old lady. They thought they would encounter some trouble when they left, but no one came to stop them.
But Liu Sheng felt that this was just the calm before the storm.
“Let’s go back to the weaving hospital first and send them to the hospital for treatment. The injuries caused by this kind of weirdness must be treated with some special methods, otherwise they may not be conscious even if they wake up. It's cleared."
Fu Ze said, renting a cloud sedan on the roadside, first stuffed Liao Chengpeng into it, and then helped Liu Sheng put Cuicui on the cushion in the sedan, and then the two The talent sat on it.
A stream of spiritual energy was sent out from the cloud sedan into the clouds, slowly flying into the air, and headed towards the weaving courtyard lightly and swaying.
……
At this time, in the Pengshan Garden of the Wen Mansion, the mysterious young master Wen Xuanning was practicing his sword in the yard, when he suddenly fainted with a Gulu sound.
This frightened the servants and maids around him, and they gathered around him and called eagerly. Even the man guarding him on the roof flew down, grabbed the young master's hand and took his pulse.
"The pulse is stable, he must have fallen asleep. Maybe he has been too anxious and tired from practicing recently." The man looked at it for a long time and said with a little doubt.
"How could the young master fall asleep while practicing!"
The beautiful maidservant was anxious, thinking that this was too bizarre, and the young master has always been in good health and full of energy. , how could he suddenly faint?
"We can't see anything for now, let's let the young master go back to his room to rest."
So the man and the boy worked together to carefully carry the young master back to the room and put him on the bed.
The maid helped the young master take off his shoes and socks, covered him with a quilt, washed the young master's face with a handkerchief, and then quietly left the room, fearing to disturb the young master's rare sleep.
But the maid didn't know that as soon as she walked out of the room, the young master whose eyes were closed on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
That look is no longer as clear as water that belongs only to a young man, but has matured through vicissitudes of life and is as sharp as an eagle.
"This time, I want to take back everything I have!"
(End of this chapter)