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The leader stood up and extended a hand.

"Give me."

What he wants here is naturally the sect's guardian soldier, Assassin.

Zhao Yushu neither gave it to him nor hid it. Instead, he held the Assassin in his hand and turned it around from time to time.

"Yelü Mingjing came here earlier, but he couldn't come anymore because he definitely didn't dare to hit himself on the forehead. Considering what he said before he hit me, the time he came should be the time when the teacher killed him."

Zhao Yushu began to pace, his face full of thought.

"The teacher has a good relationship with him. After killing him, he should find a good place to bury him. He will not be buried hastily or abandoned in the wilderness. He offended the dog emperor, so the teacher will naturally not bury him near Chang'an. Moreover, the teacher is from Dongdu, so he will most likely bury him around Dongdu. There is no better place than Beimang Mountain, don't you think?"

The sect leader's eyes began to flicker, and he began to consider whether he should immediately kill this small fry from the first level, but the other party's behavior was too strange, so he couldn't help but want to listen for a while longer.

How could a thief, or the best thief in the world today, not have curiosity?

"You haven't told me who you are yet."

"Really? That's my fault. My surname is Zhao, my given name is Cheng, and I'm a well-known detective in Chang'an."

"Detective?"

The sect leader obviously couldn't understand this word.

"It means being good at solving cases."

"People from the government?"

"Not entirely. How about I continue what I just said? Maybe we can all get something from my speculation. If I'm wrong, you'd better remind me. Since I'm here, I'm more useful than someone lying there, right?"

Zhao Yushu is just stalling for time now. As long as he stalls long enough, there might be a turning point.

But he wasn't just stalling for time, otherwise he would have run away just now.

As I said, now that I am here, if I can survive, I must bring something back, but if I must die, I always want to satisfy my curiosity before I die.

From this perspective, Zhao Yushu is indeed a natural descendant of Guimen.

"Okay, go on. If you speak well, I might forgive you."

"Thank you so much. Yelu Mingjing should have met you at that time. His body is in Beimang Mountain a hundred years later, and his consciousness came to Beimang Mountain a hundred years ago. You must have been confused at that time. He is an inner scene, and you are also an inner scene, but you should not be his opponent."

The sect leader's hands tightened slightly, as if he was thinking of something unpleasant.

"Fortunately, he couldn't stay for long. After all, his body was still rotting in the grave. But he keenly discovered something."

Zhao Yushu turned Assassin: "Its efficacy."

The sect leader was delighted: "Yes, that's amazing. Yelu Mingjing was hit by my sword and bled profusely, but he was far more surprised because he found that my injury was healing."

"At that time, he thought, if the monks' blood can be used to heal wounds, then does it have other uses, such as..."

"Longevity."

"Longevity."

The two said in unison.

But Zhao Yushu knew that Yelu Mingjing was still hiding something. The purpose of developing the blood pill was not just to achieve immortality, but also to gather the cultivation of cultivators from all over the world for his own use and to push the only beneficiary to reach a peak that had never been seen before.

As humans continue to be born and monks continue to awaken, this person's life span will be endless and he will become the only god on earth.

Human beings are just blood bags that he keeps in captivity.

Yelu Mingjing's dream sounds great, but whether he becomes a god or a tyrant depends entirely on his mood. He can be compassionate today and say that there should be no more oppression and war in the world, but not eat beef tomorrow.

"But he has limited time, and at most he can communicate with you the general idea. You will need to study it yourself later, so he started to send many monks in. But the problem is, first, there should be many monks here, why did he send them? Did you not want to kill them, or did he not allow you to kill them?"

The sect leader hesitated for a moment and did not answer.

"He didn't let you kill him, because if you killed the wrong person, he might be gone."

Zhao Yushu immediately figured out the key.

The sect leader sighed and nodded.

"But your men don't think so. I just burned more than 20 bodies. Are you afraid?"

Zhao Yushu began to tease the sect leader. It was really fun to think that he could play a trick on a very cruel inner world as a person of the first level.

"Little guy, if you say something like that again, I will kill you."

The sect leader saw through Zhao Yushu's little thoughts at a glance and warned him with a smile.

"Okay, okay, then the second question is, why are the people he sent here all lying down? Sect Master, when you say "lying down", do you mean dead people or half-dead people?"

Zhao Yushu wanted to be sure of what state he was in when he came here. After all, the wound on his chest was gone, his cultivation was gone, the magic weapon that did not belong to the current timeline and the silver bills in his storage bag were all gone. It seemed as if some force was forcibly correcting everything.

"Half dead, naked, no scars on his body, but his tendons and veins were broken, and he was only breathing."

"Where's your cultivation?"

"Of course he's still here, otherwise what's the point of having a useless person here."

"What about blood?"

"what?"

"Is there anything abnormal in the blood?"

The sect leader took two steps with his hands behind his back and approached Zhao Yushu.

"What is your relationship with Yelu Mingjing?"

"He is my senior sister's second uncle. My senior sister and I are currently staying at his house as guests."

Zhao Yushu spoke the truth.

The sect master's expression was obviously relaxed: "No wonder."

Zhao Yushu didn't ask him what was so strange, but he knew that he seemed to be able to live a little longer.

"The blood of the people sent by Yelu Mingjing has been tampered with, but this is what we agreed on. After all, I have tried it a long time ago. Simply using the magic weapon to suck blood has no other use except healing. After I tried it on the people he sent over the years, I found that it is indeed effective."

Zhao Yushu suddenly realized that Yelu Mingjing was making use of waste by sending him some defective blood pills that he had researched but had no effect on.

The sect leader has already drunk the blood of many people, even if it was defective. He should have become a slave to the blood pill and is in a semi-crazy state.

"Okay kid, I've said so much. Why did Yelu Mingjing send you here? Also, why did the magic weapon take the initiative to recognize its master?"

Zhao Yushu scratched his head: "Your question is a bit difficult to answer. Yelu Mingjing sent me here to tell you that he will not send anyone here in the future."

"what!"

The leader was furious: "He wants to break his promise!"

"Don't get excited. I heard another piece of news. That is, the blood pill has been successfully developed."

"You brought it?"

The sect leader suddenly stretched out his hand, which had been behind his back, and tightly grasped Zhao Yushu's wrist. The movement was so fast that Zhao Yushu didn't even have time to react.

“I can’t bring it in, but I brought the method.”

"What method? Tell me!"

"First, please ask the Sect Master to gather all the Ghost Sect disciples."

Zhao Yushu's eyes gradually turned cold, the time had come.