Chapter 11 11. Don’t delve into it, otherwise
Song Yan simply pushed the door open, as if he had opened a wound in a group of deep-sea sharks.
The ghosts rushed in like a dark and angry wave, rushing into the door, moving in and out of the bodies of Shengzhu and Wen Erniu.
The sky and the moon are covered with ghosts and shadows.
The two bandit leaders, Shengzhu and Wen Erniu, had completely lost consciousness. However, their bodies were occupied by evil spirits, and they began to show some weird behaviors, such as sitting up, one eye turning counterclockwise, The other one goes clockwise.
Song Yan didn't use the dagger. He only brought the dagger just in case. At this time, he blended in with the crowded group of ghosts and quickly came to the suspended room. After a short search, he found two jade tablets in a drawer box. After a brief inspection, he saw the contribution points inside.
Good guy.
One jade token has 30 contribution points, and another has 40 points.
This shocked Song Yan so much that his hand holding the jade card trembled because no matter how he calculated, he could not calculate that the two of them could contribute 70 points.
He simply knew that these two men had most likely tricked the more than 20 new handymen before, and now they were also eyeing him.
It was the combination of these two, plus "the high price of market magic", that formed the motivation for his action tonight.
But even so, the jade cards of these two should have less than 30 contribution points at most. Where did they get 70?
Song Yan naturally could not guess that the two bandit leaders had younger brothers supporting them at the foot of the mountain, and those younger brothers had earned a lot of contribution points through trading, so they had so many.
After being shocked, he felt like he had suddenly become rich.
He quickly took out his jade token, took the two jade tokens and "cracked" his jade token a few times.
Contribution points can be transferred in this way.
On the first jade card, he marked 20 contribution points, and on the second one, he marked 30 points.
In this way, each of them leaves 10 points and puts them back in the same place, which means that "the property has not been lost". This will also make people who come to check tomorrow think that this is definitely just an accident.
But after finishing the stroke, Song Yan suddenly thought again.
‘This jade token is quite similar to the bank card before time travel. Is it possible for a formal disciple to have the ability to ‘check transfer records’? ’
The lack of information will lead to completely opposite judgments.
This is most vividly reflected in Qiu Lingyue.
Miss Qiu thought that being with a "future official disciple" was a blessing, but she didn't expect that it would actually "send herself into the tiger's mouth." If it weren't for Song Yan, she would have been squeezed into medicine.
Song Yan was silent for a moment, all kinds of thoughts passing through him like rapid currents.
He made a decision.
He simply put the two jade tokens in his pocket, then picked up the two bodies with strange postures that were being moved in and out by ghosts, jumped up the stairs, placed them on the top of the suspended room, and left at an electric speed.
After leaving, he hid behind a stone and quietly observed for a long time. Only after he was sure that the two fell off the cliff by themselves did he return to his house.
Because there was his aura behind the door, those ghosts did not knock on the door.
In the house, Miss Qiu was hit by the "Long Water Breeze" and slept soundly.
Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to wait nervously for the next day.
Facts have proved that the lives of the handymen are indeed worthless.
Not only is it dead.
The same goes for those who are alive.
He is still a Xuanpao disciple who came to investigate, but the pattern on the strange shadow puppet's double face behind him is not black, but red.
If Xuantu in Xuanpao is the official disciple and Xuantu in white robe is the elder, then this kind of Xuantu in Xuanpao is the inner disciple.
Two people in a room, especially two "people who have the opportunity to become official disciples" in a room, still disappeared, which was enough for Shadow Puppet Peak to send someone to take a look.
But the visitor didn't care about the two dead people. He was just curious about the process, so he didn't bother to ask and just arrested ""Shengzhu, the handyman next door to Wen Erniu" , then closed his eyes and pointed his finger at the forehead of the handyman.
After a long time, he withdrew his finger, and the handyman who had touched his eyebrows suddenly looked stupid, and then he was quickly cleaned up and taken away.
“Brother, how are you? ”
A formal disciple came forward to ask.
The disciple of Xuanpao Hongtu recalled the information he had just searched through his soul.
The image of "hearing the sound of a ghost knocking open the door" and "vaguely seeing two figures climbing to the roof of the suspended house, twisting and crawling on the roof, and disappearing again after a while" came to his mind. He replied: " The smelly fog was thick last night, and there was a powerful ghost hidden inside. The ghost broke open the door, causing the two of them to crawl out of the house unconsciously, and then fell off the cliff. "The official disciple whispered: "Death. These two people are not on good terms. In the past few days, I just lured a wave of fat sheep down the mountain to be slaughtered. Could it be that someone is coveting their contribution points and taking action?
Senior brother, I don’t care about contributions, but I’m curious if it’s true. In this way, the person who takes action How?"
The disciple of Xuanpao Hongtu looked at him with a half-smile and said, "What? Do you still want to investigate? The result? ”
The official disciple was stunned and said he didn't dare.
"I know you don't dare." The Xuanpao Hongtu disciple patted him on the shoulder and lowered his voice, "As a reminder from my senior brother, there are too many secrets in our puppet palace. If someone dies, never say goodbye. Study deeply, otherwise you will soon become Dead man.
If you don’t understand this sentence, please try to understand it.”
“Thank you, brother, thank you very much.”
The official disciple wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and saluted. Watching the Xuanpao Hongtu disciple leave.
Last night, Song Yan didn't panic.
Today, he saw shadow puppet peak disciples coming outside the cliff, and he was very calm.
But when he returned to the hanging room at the end of the day and the dust settled, he actually became a little frightened.
He didn’t even know how he dared to do this.
But recalling the way the disciples of Shadow Puppet Peak looked like they could see something just a little bit between their brows, he generally understood: there must be soul-searching techniques in this world.
If someone uses Soul Search on him, it will be all over.
The accumulated pressure made him suddenly feel a little depressed, and fire seemed to rise in his belly. He picked up Miss Qiu and pressed her plump body against the floor.
Miss Qiu didn’t know what was going on, and her reaction today was particularly fierce.
After the two vented like a storm, they finally calmed down.
Miss Qiu lay paralyzed like mud. She blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at the red mist outside the gap. Her eyes, which had withdrawn from desire, were full of fear. She trembled: " Brother Song, today during the day, many people are saying that the fishy fog has become thicker and the ghosts have become stronger. If one is not careful, the gate may be knocked open by the ghosts. This is how Shengzhu and the others died.
We are all just handymen. Shadow Puppet Peak will not care about the handymen. If the handymen die, they will die.
But I don’t want to die, I really don’t want to die.”
Miss Qiu burst into tears.
Song Yan was stunned for a moment.
He then realized how oppressive his break-in last night had brought to all the handymen in the leatherworking room
And while he was stunned, Miss Qiu rushed forward again and said in the most frightened and gentle voice: "Brother Song, I will serve you well. I can do anything you want me to do. I am very obedient. Take me with you, don’t abandon me, okay?”
The dark and messy hair, the delicate but fearful face. The deputy looked like he was risking his life and wanted to use his body to please him in exchange for a chance of survival.
Song Yan hugged the young lady tightly into his arms. After the trembling of her body subsided slightly, he said: "Since you said you can do anything, Okay, then I want you to do something now.”
“What?” Miss Qiu is ready for everything.
Song Yandao: "Take a pill to strengthen the root and go to sleep well."
Mrs. Qiu:.
She took the Gubenshen Dan obediently and slowly fell asleep.
Song Yan sat on the five steps and slowly entered a state of "half asleep and half awake".
He was not worried about ghosts breaking into the door, but how could he sleep peacefully in a place like this?
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.
Several batches of new handymen were replaced.
The new "reincarnation" unique to the leatherworking room is still continuing.
In this reincarnation, both Song Yan and Qiu Lingyue have quickly become old handymen.
They have understood the unspoken rules here and how to survive here.
For most handymen, life is just one day, and there is no hope at all.
For Qiu Lingyue, that is "hoping for her husband to become a dragon", hoping that Song Yan can pull her out of the pit of fire after becoming an official disciple. After observing the many handymen who followed qualified disciples but suddenly became weak and then disappeared, Qiu Lingyue thought deeply, and then became even more attached to Song Yan.
For Song Yan, a lot of things happened in half a year, and he could finally spend the batch of contribution points he grabbed half a year ago.
(End of this chapter)