Chapter 134 True and False Hidden Piles (Part 2)
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It’s like standing on the beach and catching a wave. The water hits my face and it even hurts as if I’m suffocating. It’s strange, am I surfing? ?
Song Weichen closed his eyes, his eyes moving slightly under his eyelids.
As soon as she opened her eyes slightly, another huge wave hit her head. Her breathing was temporarily blocked and she coughed painfully.
She wanted to wipe the water from her face, but her hands didn't obey her orders at all. Her consciousness gradually returned to her body, and she realized that she was standing in a strange room, her hands were tied tightly and she was hung up. She didn't know how long she had been hung up. , the hand seems to have no feeling, which is good, at least it doesn’t hurt that much.
Water flowed down her bangs and forehead. She blinked and tried to identify the things in front of her. She gradually saw clearly that there was a young man standing in front of her with a scar from his eyebrow bone to his ear. He was holding a Bucket, with a large urn filled with water beside it.
It turns out that I am not in the sea. Fortunately, I am not in the sea. I can't swim... Song Weichen thought in confusion.
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Boom, boom, snap!
What sound... She had a severe headache, her eyes were a little out of focus, and there was a dull pain in the back of her head. Her neck was wet. She didn't know if it was the water just now or the blood from the broken head.
Phew! Snap!
Now she could see clearly. The scar-faced man in front of her had a whip in his hand at some point, and he was whipping it on the ground. The whip made a sizzling sound, which made people feel tight. .
“Who gave you the courage to hold Grandma Huang hostage?”
Hold up? Grandma Huang?
Song Weichen's eyes flashed, and he vaguely remembered some scenes: Grandma Huang took her to escape, and they saw the sampan boat, and then what? What happened then... There was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and Song Weichen lowered his head feebly.
"If Uncle Wu hadn't heard the noise and thought someone was stealing behind his house, so he went out with a wooden stick to defend himself, he would have almost succeeded!"
"Grandma... no ...Is it something?"
Song Weichen asked with difficulty. She didn't know if he could understand her current mouth shape. She was just worried that another innocent life would be involved because of her.
“Tch, don’t pretend like a cat over a mouse!”
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The scar-faced man didn’t buy it. He slowly circled around Song Weichen, like a beast appreciating the prey he was about to eat.
"I heard that you have some relationship with Sansi? How can anyone be related to them!"
The man said and whipped the ground again, and then bullied He leaned close to Song Weichen and pointed at the scar on his eyebrow bone.
"Did you see it? This is a gift from Si Chenfu, the dirtiest among the three of you!"
"What do you mean my brother is Luanpo? Face him in front of me... To him... That's my brother! My brother!! Are you still human?!"
Without any warning, A whip hit Song Weichen's back hard, and the skin and flesh immediately tore open and blood came out.
Song Weichen moved his head slightly and fell into coma without even the slightest struggle.
The man with the scarred face showed no expression, as if he was looking at a puppet. He took another half bucket of water from the big urn, then poured a large bag of salt into it, and after stirring it evenly, He picked up the bucket, looked at Song Weichen with vicious eyes, and then poured the bucket full of concentrated salt water onto her back - hitting the bloody whip wound in the middle.
A burst of piercing pain forced her to wake up. The salt water penetrated into the skin and flesh, killing the wound on her back again and again. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the pain was more on her back or on the back of her head. Song Weichen's heartbeat became increasingly erratic and her breathing became shallow and rapid. She knew she couldn't hold on much longer.
"Thought I could kill you so easily? It's not that cheap."
With a sinister smile on his lips, the scarred man took out a small porcelain bottle and poured the liquid inside into Song Weichen's mouth without any explanation.
“You have to live well and enjoy everything that comes next.”
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“Old Scar, what are you doing?!”
The Thirteen Secret Masters arrived with their people and were furious when they saw the scene in front of them. He tilted his head and winked at his subordinates, who untied the dying Song Weichen and placed him on the ground.
"Uncle Wu said that you were taken away, you, you are confused! How can I sell it at a high price if you do this! I will lose money on this business!"
"Brother Thirteen, I won’t lose anything to you, it’s just to earn less. Money is important, but what she did by holding our head hostage is too dirty. I can’t bear it.”
The scarred man was filled with indignation, and the Thirteen Secret Masters looked at it. His eyes were a little more gloomy. "Old Scar, do you think I don't know what you are thinking?"
The Thirteenth Secret Master snorted softly in his nose and paced around Song Weichen on the ground with his hands behind his back. "Your brother died in the hands of the Third Division, and you were disfigured because of it. After knowing her background, you obviously ignored the rules of the ghost market and wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge! You are confused! This is my top female medicine!"
The scarred man who was poked at the center of the matter lowered his head and looked at Song Weichen with his eyes like knives.
"Brother Thirteen, let me ask you, what would you do in your place? If I don't avenge this revenge, am I still a human being?"
"To tell you the truth, I just gave She took life-saving medicine, and this bitch won’t die for a while, and she can also force her to stay awake and let me torture her.”
The scar-faced man said and picked up the thing on the ground again. Leather whip, the Thirteen Secret Masters quickly pulled it after seeing this.
"It's almost done! Now that it's ruined, you have to let me sell it cheaply, right? If this thing is ruined in my hands, it will be a risk for you and me!"
After hearing this, The scar-faced man was obviously unhappy. He stared at the Thirteen Secret Masters with a half-smile.
"Brother Thirteen, you can't say that. We in Qidong have always kept to ourselves and are only engaged in the pharmaceutical business. Even if the owner asks, we are just the matchmaker for this goods and don't know anything else."
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Due to the potion, Song Weichen, who was lying on the ground, became conscious. She gradually pieced together an important piece of information from the conversation between the two: the scar-faced man in front of her was Qidong A person, and that Granny Huang whom he calls "the boss", could it be that... Granny Huang is the master of the Seven Caves!
It's a pity that now that she knows the use of all this, she feels infinite sadness in her heart. She lies on the ground like a tattered doll at the mercy of others, with no room for resistance at all.
A trace of ridicule arose in my heart. Even now, I still want to solve the case. Song Weichen, Song Weichen, you are truly a chosen worker... You will soon become a physical evidence in the case. Does it matter whether Grandma Huang is the Master of the Seven Caves, and whether the dried flowers from the ghost market have anything to do with her?
More important than this is that if she is the master of the conspiracy, she cannot be a secret agent of the Sichen Mansion, but if not why would she help him? Why hasn't the real secret stakeholder in Sichen Mansion been taken action? Could it be that the information he released before was too obscure?
For the first time, Song Weichen lost her will to live. She just asked that her death not be too painful.
I don’t know what Big Bird and Bingtuozi are doing now. Song Weichen thought sadly, aren’t these two idiots the boss of the gods, don’t they have the power in the world, don’t they all say they like themselves? Well, why didn't you come to save her for so long...
Sure enough, everything in the TV series is a lie. The truth is that even if there is a big boss protecting her, she can only rely on herself when in danger - but obviously she herself is not very reliable...
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Song Weichen doesn’t know that at this moment, Sichen Mansion has openly led a team led by Ding Heran to block all the entrances and exits of Pingyang Mountain, and no one is allowed to enter or exit. The reason is that the Third Division has lost an important witness, and this person is likely to escape into the ghost market. , it is necessary to temporarily block the investigation and put pressure on the ghost market from the outside.
But Mo Tingfeng, Gu Cangyue and Zhuang Yuheng had already pretended to be guests and entered the ghost market - they were afraid that the person who kidnapped Song Weichen would jump over the wall and tried not to scare the snake.
Hidden Zhuang has also taken action, but in order to ensure his safety, he has always contacted Ye Wujiu through a single line, and no one in the Sichen Mansion will ever mention to Hidden Zhuang that the boss of the Third Division has sneaked in for a woman. It's a ghost market, so they all act unilaterally.
The three of them have now reached the open space between the second and third caves, so they cannot cast spells here. Gu Cangyue cannot use blood to find traces of Song Weichen, so the three of them have to search in three directions along the underground river.
“Prioritize finding a place with a lot of people. If she can play the piano and be spread, she must be in a crowded place.” Mo Tingfeng said.
Zhuang Yuheng took out two signal balls and handed them to them, "If we get separated, whoever finds Weiwei will send a signal, and the other two will join together immediately. Don't make a big noise unless necessary, and try not to hurt anyone." "
"God blocks the killing god." Mo Tingfeng raised his eyes and looked at Gu Cangyue.
"Buddha will kill Buddha if he blocks it." Gu Cangyue glanced at him and quickly disappeared into a secret passage.
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The Thirteen Secret Masters had someone lift Song Weichen up from the ground, glanced at the scar-faced man, and patted him on the shoulder.
"If your brother is still alive, he will definitely hope that you can earn more money and contribute to the family. I went to prepare for the opening of the market, but the goods were already burned, and I couldn't sell them at a good price, so I could only do my best."
Leading the people out for a few steps, Thirteen Masters paused, then turned back, "Do you still have the silk poison? Give me a bottle."
"What do you want this for?" "The scar-faced man took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and gave it to him.
"Just in case, if it's really not cost-effective to be a 'female medicine', send her to Fourteenth to be a 'male gray'. This thing will come in handy then."
Hearing this Scarface The man raised his eyebrows and said, "How can she be a male gray girl like this?"
The Thirteenth Secret Master put the medicine bottle in his arms and turned around to walk out.
"You don't understand this. Recently, some noble people have very strong tastes! They like to play with people to death."
"Or, just play with people to death."