Chapter 1188 Drawing a Clear Line
Regarding Tong Aijia's politeness, Cai Gen felt that it was a bit too polite.
There are people from your shamanism here, but you let me take charge, is it appropriate?
Why do you think it looks like a trap?
Facing these eight shaman masters and the group of birds and beasts, Cai Gen didn't know what to do?
By the way, the focus is on the coffin.
Only when you see the coffin can you solve all the problems. You don't know whether what Tong Aijia says is true or false, so just listen to it seriously.
Now that there was a barrier between himself and the coffin, there were originally three.
He Naizi on the ice, Baqi who didn't know where he was, and the ancestral soul that resented Taotian.
So now that things are going on, let’s start with He Naiko.
At least ask for specific details.
"Well, Uncle Tong, how about we interrogate He Naizi first?"
Tong Aijia seemed to be thinking deeply, pretending to think about it.
"You're right, it's better to start from the root.
Suo Qingtian, wake up He Naizi, we need to extract a confession. ”
Without asking Suo Qingtian to speak, the big black bear grabbed He Naizi's hair, swung it in the air a few times, and patted it a few times with its paw, before He Naizi slowly woke up.
Feeling that he was caught in the air, He Naizi was shocked. It seemed that he was useless. All the conspiracies and tricks, starting from summoning the elder master at Tong Ai's house, were of no use.
"Yaqin Loufu, please put me down quickly. I am a master after all. Can you give me a decent way to die?"
Shamanism attaches great importance to the honorary title of Dada. As soon as He Naizi finished speaking, the big black bear put her down, but its claws were in a position where it could slap her to death at any time.
After his feet landed on the ground, He Naizi tidied his hair and saw Wu Yunda lying on the side and the presser who was being used as a bench in the distance. He Naizi gave up completely.
In the current situation, unless Baqi comes out with his ancestral soul, no one can save him. The strength of the enemy and ourselves is too disparity.
The abominable Baqi just didn't reply, and I don't know why. Could it be that because of the crowd, he gave up on himself, or something happened?
Looking left and right, he stared at Mr. Long behind Cai Gen. He had mixed feelings in his heart. He really didn't expect these people to come so quickly.
The original plan, with the blessing of the ancestral soul, was not afraid even if other shamans came over. If it was a fait accompli, could it still change the world?
However, before he had finished his work, the eight shamans rushed over, and he was in danger.
Shamanism is indeed relatively primitive, and general matters are relatively strict, and there are not many taboos, but the thought of touching the ancestor's soul is a greater sin than betraying the enemy.
He Naizi thought about these events carefully and felt a little dazed. He had never thought about the ancestral soul. How did all this happen?
This scene was like being in a movie. I was functioning as a Shinto leader, with no worries about food and clothing, and great power. Why did I have the idea of becoming a god?
With the first thought came a series of subsequent thoughts.
He let the slicker work on the project to steal the mountain, and he personally came to catch the waiter. He fell in love with Cai Gen's butcher knife, and was dragged to Taiqinggou by an unscrupulous taxi. Until the big event of Baqi started, things were already out of control.
Obviously I just wanted to capture a fake mountain god and take him back, but I didn't expect that there would be a gift package of ancestral souls behind him.
It's like I just wanted to beg for a dime, but in the end I was given a steamed bun.
I happily took a bite, and there was even meat sauce inside.
Just when I was about to continue eating, I saw a lottery ticket rolled in the meat sauce.
Or a lottery ticket with a five million jackpot.
So I threw away the steamed buns and went to claim the prize.
He was told that the lottery ticket was fake and he needed to go to jail.
Sitting in jail, I remembered that I just wanted to beg for a dime, and I didn’t want to make a fake lottery ticket worth five million.
Yes, He Naizi's mood at this time was probably like this.
No matter what your mood is, it looks like it’s really fun.
He Naizi looked at Mr. Long again, feeling as if his heart was cut by a knife.
Mr. Long stood behind Cai Gen, submissive and restless. He looked like he was under control, and his intention to threaten him was very obvious.
He immediately made a decision and cursed Cai Gen out of selfish motives.
"Cai Gen, you despicable villain, just give up. Don't think that catching Mr. Long will make me surrender. He is just a tool.
Originally, I had to dispose of it when I was done using it. If you threaten me with it, you are out of your mind.
You can kill him and see if I blink? ”
kindness?
Cai Gen was confused by He Naizi's scolding.
I didn't want to threaten her with Master Long.
What is the principle behind this approach?
Also confused is Mr. Long.
What does this mean?
Let’s not mention the matter of getting on the kang. He Naizi used his life to protect himself just now. It was definitely not a lie.
Why do you want to draw a clear line with yourself when you have just woken up?
Why are you so anxious to express your position?
Is he really unimportant in her heart?
Tong Aijia showed a sly smile, as if she had seen the truth.
"Well, since they are comrades, it's not important, so what's the use of keeping them?
You should be damned if you offend my Ma Jia family's forbidden area. ”
As he said this, he grabbed Mr. Long's neck, which was easier than grabbing a chicken. It looked like he planned to strangle him to death.
Just as Cai Gen was about to stop him, he felt Tong Aijia touch him very covertly with his foot, as if to make him cooperate.
Seeing that Mr. Long's face was already red, He Naizi didn't move and just said leisurely.
"Anyway, he is a member of the Eighth Families of your family. Nala doesn't feel sorry for him, so why do you expect me to feel sorry for him?
Yes, strangle him to death, you useless piece of trash. ”
These words seemed to have other meanings. That day I thought it was a reminder to myself. Although my response was slow, I expressed my attitude in a timely manner.
"Boss Tong, that is my 19th master, one of my own."
As he said this, he wanted to step forward to stop him.
As soon as he took a step, he was stopped by the huge body of the elder master.
Tong Aijia said coldly without losing strength in her hands.
"I don't care how old you are, if you dare to touch the soul of your ancestors, even the leader of our eight families must die, especially if he is the culprit.
Originally, I had never figured out why Xiang Liu could break the seal below.
He even didn't understand why He Naizi was able to control the formation that kept you safe.
Look now, it's all due to your Nineteenth Master. Although he is useless, his blood is really pure.
Without him, there would be no such chaos as today. ”
Young Master Long was choked and couldn't speak. He kept dancing and trying to catch something. His eyes looked at Cai Gen and He Naizi.
Are you innocent?
You didn’t have a choice, right?
Why did He Naizi draw a clear line with herself and still use it on herself?
Facing Mr. Long's look of help, Cai Gen did not move because he had more confidence in Tong Aijia.
This old man is different from the unreliable shamans in front of him. Not to mention being cunning, he is more reliable in doing things anyway.
You will never do meaningless things and you will be more measured.
Cai Gen didn't move, but He Naizi did.
(End of chapter)