[King Shen] Please enter the urn

"Lianhua, I dreamed of you just now."

Shen Lang recalled the scene in the dream, and rubbed Wang Lianhua's hair.

The hair is slender and soft, and if you rub it a few times, there will be a few fine hairs on the top, curled up.

Wang Lianhua squinted her eyes and responded lazily, like a big cat whose bones had been softened by the sun, curled up in Shen Lang's arms to hide.

Shen Lang shook his head and laughed, and said, "Aren't you curious about what kind of dream it is?"

"A sweet dream, or a nightmare?"

Wang Lianhua opened one eyelid, and said lazily: "There is nothing to be curious about."

"Dreams where I'm here can only be sweet dreams."

Shen Lang couldn't help laughing out loud, such a natural self-confidence really deserves to be Wang Lianhua.

The chatting and laughing of the two did not ease the tense and gloomy atmosphere in the hall.

Ren Pingzong, who was ignored, wriggled slowly like a footless worm on the cold stone ground, muttering unwillingly: "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Shen Lang sighed: "There is nothing impossible in this world."

"For example, brother Ren, who turned out to be a human skin girl."

"And that corpse killer is..."

Pressing the thumb against the sword boring and pushing upwards, the cold light burst out, and half of the sword came out of the sheath.

There was a sound of gold and stone, and he firmly held a long sword that was attacking from his side.

Seeing this sword, Shen Lang felt strange.

Compared with the three feet long of ordinary swords, this sword is five feet long, and after being blocked by the shield, the sword body made a "click" sound, as if it was about to collapse, and countless cracks appeared.

However, the strange thing is that those cracks seem to be carefully carved, too fine and regular.

Shen Lang's pupils shrank, he supported Wang Lianhua and jumped back quickly.

At the same time, the long sword that was blocked turned into a long silver whip, rolled up a line of swift shadows, and chased towards Shen Lang.

The whip was extremely fast, like a poisonous snake attacking, and the sharp tail of the whip was like the tail hook of a poisonous scorpion. It brushed across Shen Lang's face, and a light red scar appeared on his fair face.

The person holding the whip shook his right hand, and the long whip rolled back. After a burst of humming, it turned into a long and thin sword again.

Shen Lang was able to see clearly that this long sword was actually made of hundreds of tiny blades as thin as cicada's wings.

When they are tightly stacked, it is a sharp long sword; when fully unfolded, it is a whip full of serrations.

Among the few people, the one who has such a fantastic idea, combined with superbly skillful hands, who made this thing can only be—Nie Qiaoqiao, the "plain hand" with five hands of magic!

Shen Lang's eyes were like stars, his eyebrows were like knives, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood dripping from his cheeks, focused on the woman, and said slowly: "Miss Nie... Lord Corpse, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Nie Qiaoqiao stood leaning on her sword, sweeping away her dismal look, stretched her eyebrows, and smiled.

He reached out and patted his cheeks, the paleness faded, and a healthy blush appeared again.

Raising the sword in his hand, he touched the ground with a clang, and the long sword turned into an iron whip again.

The jagged blade of the whip stuck to Lin Suxian's slender neck, and the sharp hook at the end of the whip pressed against Zhao Biqiong's heart.

The cold light was cold and cold, and the two of them were weak and unable to resist, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, being trapped under Yama's sickle.

Nie Qiaoqiao smiled slightly and said, "Now, we can have a good talk."

"Shen Xianggong, how did you discover the secret of the three of us?"

With a simple word, Shen Lang admitted Shen Lang's guess.

Lin Suxian and Zhao Biqiong remained silent, a little indifferent after being stimulated by a series of incidents.

Yun Chuxiu has been silent since the beginning, just sitting on the ground and watching silently.

The one who reacted the most among the few people was the sick old man.

Shocked eyes flicked back and forth between Nie Qiaoqiao and Ren Pingzong.

"You, you..."

In the end, he nailed Ren Pingzong and roared, "You are a girl with human skin!"

"At the beginning, you were the one who almost took the skin off my body?"

I had a thousand choices, but I chose to form an alliance with him, a feeling of being fooled spontaneously arose.

Ren Pingxing felt extremely gloomy after her trick was exposed and she was seriously injured by Shen Lang.

Seeing the sick old man questioning him with burning eyes, a vicious pleasure filled his heart.

Ha ha laughed and said: "Yes, yes! I am a human skin girl!"

He licked his chapped lips and said with a grin: "You still remember the feeling of that night."

"I'll hang you on a tree, cut your shoulders with a dagger, and roll down the human skin little by little... Your old skin is loose and rough, and it will be damaged if you don't pay attention. Think It will take a long time to get it all off."

"If it weren't for your good luck, old boy, I would have used your skin to make a lantern cover."

"There are hundreds of people in the Thousand Buddha Hall for you to choose to form an alliance with, but you choose and choose, and you actually choose me."

"At the beginning when you found me, you beat and beat me repeatedly, and then with a confident attitude, you seriously proposed to form an alliance with me."

"That look really made me laugh!"

He laughed and trembled all over, and slammed the stone ground with his only intact left hand.

"I always remember, when I hung you from a tree to peel the skin, how stupid you were crying and desperately begging for mercy! Hahahahaha!"

Ren Pingxing laughed wildly, and the sick old man who laughed was ashen-faced and trembling all over.

He chooses to form an alliance with Ren Pingzong because he likes that although he is capable, he is arrogant.

He needs a capable ally who is also full of flaws.

After the two formed an alliance, the sick old man was very affectionate with him on the surface, and often flattered him without hesitation.However, secretly looked down on him.

Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the other party, I am just a clown... No, I am worse than a clown, I am a bug so stupid that I bumped myself into a spider web, and I also mocked the poisonous spider waving its fangs pretentiously !

The sick old man suddenly felt that his face was hot, flushed with anger and shame.

Nie Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Brother Ren, why bother to ridicule an old man."

"We should be more polite to him, after all, he also helped us cover up a huge flaw."

Turning his head to Shen Lang, he said, "What do you think, Mr. Shen?"

Shen Lang nodded and said with a smile: "The shadow puppets, corpse killers and human skin girls at night are all too shocking. Almost everyone is worried about the coming of dusk, but ignores the murderous intentions of the day."

"The first test, isn't it the phantom fragrance that seduces people's desires?" He asked Nie Qiaoqiao.

Nie Qiaoqiao smiled but did not answer.

The hostage Zhao Biqiong said coldly: "What is it?"

Shen Lang said: "Wine."

"It's those emerald-like nectar and green dew mixed with something like poppy, which can be addictive, like a demon that can entangle people's hearts."

"The Jianghu people in the Thousand Buddha Temple, the more demons they drink, the more they will be entangled to death."

"After the drug addiction got to the bone, they were tied up in the ghost temple in the cave, and they were not allowed to leave!"

Mingrui's gaze scanned several people, and finally settled on the sick old man.

"When I first came to Qianfo Temple, Head Zhao was cautious and suspicious of wine. But Brother Ye told us, Senior, you have tested the wine to be non-toxic, and Head Zhao believed you, so he no longer doubted it."

"And I'm a little more curious than Head Zhao. When Lianhua was fighting with Gui Laojiu, I observed you secretly, and found it quite strange."

"You always drink with your sleeve covering your cup, just like a gentleman and a Confucian scholar holding on to ancient etiquette, so elegant that you don't look like a quack."

"And when you talk to others, you are open and unrestrained, and you don't seem to be a person who values ​​etiquette."

"Why do you drink in such an awkward position?"

"However, if there are too many things to do, there will always be omissions, not to mention that the seniors don't know that Shen is watching secretly."

"When you drank five cups, I finally saw that you folded all the wine in your cup into your sleeve."

"There must be a pile of soft towels in the sleeves. The wine didn't fall into the stomach, but fed them?"

The sick old man kept a cold face and didn't answer.

Shen Langdao sighed lightly, and said: "Thus, I know there must be something wrong with this wine."

"Senior, you are not someone you can trust."

Nie Qiaoqiao smiled and praised: "Not bad."

"There is indeed poppy in the wine, but in order to avoid exposure, the amount is not much. If you don't drink it for more than 20 days in a row, you won't be addicted."

"The sick old man is the number one genius doctor in Jianghu. When he first entered the temple, he could tell the clues in the wine at a glance."

"However, I saw that he was very selfish, so I ordered Ren Pingzong to deliberately approach him, and often said in front of him that there are too many treasure hunters, and it is better to squeeze out these opponents early."

"Subtly instilling this idea, the sick and elderly people have the desire to monopolize. In order to entrap the treasure hunters, they deliberately conceal the problem of drinking."

"When other Jianghu people saw that he was 'drinking' fine wine indifferently, they also believed that the wine was non-toxic."

"As time goes by, drug addiction is entangled, and I want to get out... Hee hee, but I can no longer."

The sick old man's eyes were wide open, and the veins on his forehead were twitching. He didn't expect that he would be used to such an extent, and he was so angry that he almost fainted.

But no one cared about him.

Nie Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Mr. Shen, please continue."

"And how did you discover Ren Pingzong's weakness?"

Shen Lang said lightly: "I just listened to a story, and then went to stand in front of the pool in the bamboo forest."

Hearing this, Nie Qiaoqiao raised her eyebrows in great surprise.

Shen Lang said: "I heard that the human skin girl has only appeared in the pool deep in the bamboo forest."

"I went here because of the name, although I didn't see the human-skinned girl, but the cold pool, dense with mist, floating weed and floating algae, is too beautiful to behold."

"Standing on the edge of the pool, I thought, it's not good to take a bath in ice water, not to mention that the pool is full of duckweed and algae. Coming out of the pool must be very uncomfortable, right?"

"So, I asked the little novice monk in the temple, who asked for hot water to take a bath every night when someone was skinned and died."

"Little novice told me about someone."

Shen Lang turned his head to look at Ren Pingzong: "This person is Brother Ren."