[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Ren Pingxing's gloomy face seemed to be covered with a layer of black clouds. She never thought that she would be exposed because of such a trivial matter, so she retorted excitedly: "How can you be convicted of such a trivial matter, maybe it's just a coincidence!"

Shen Lang nodded and said: "This reason is indeed not sufficient, but everyone is about to leave, and I don't have enough time to prove it."

"While I watched you cross the cliff in the Wind-wave Pavilion, I suddenly remembered that the human-skinned girl was able to get out of the cave the size of a child under the water pool, proving that 'she' must be able to shrink bones."

He smiled and asked the sick old man, "Senior, where did the big medicine box you carried on your back go?"

"Could it be that the medicine box has become useless after releasing the contents, and you just discarded it?"

The faces of the sick old man and Ren Pingxing both changed.

Shen Lang focused on the two of them, his sharp gaze pierced people's hearts like a sharp edge like a sword.

"Brother Ren hid in the medicine box and came together with the head of Zhao and his party, but no one noticed."

"The technique of concealing the breath is really superb, and Shen admires it!"

Now, not only the sick old man and Ren Pingzong looked ugly, but even Zhao Biqiong and Lin Suxian felt chills in their hearts.

It turned out that there was always an extra person in their team, and the conspirators were always by their side, but no one noticed it!

Thinking about it makes me shudder, the feeling of being fooled in my heart is not much lighter than that of a sick old man.

Nie Qiaoqiao was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's nothing more than the two of them, what has been accomplished is not enough to fail."

Nie Qiaoqiao didn't care if the two people glared at one sentence.

"I asked myself to be very careful. When I played the corpse killer, I carefully cleaned up all possible hand tails."

"How did you know who I am?"

Shen Lang said: "Miss Nie is indeed careful, but a wise man is bound to make a mistake."

"The clue of this matter still appeared in Brother Ren."

Nie Qiaoqiao gave Ren Pingzong a cold look, and said, "Oh?"

Shen Lang said: "I think, a man as proud and arrogant as Brother Ren must be disdainful of threading needles and sewing, right?"

Nie Qiaoqiao frowned and said, "So what?"

Shen Lang changed the topic: "I heard that Miss Nie's mother is a embroiderer?"

Nie Qiaoqiao didn't answer, her brows furrowed even deeper.

Shen Lang said: "Miss Nie is born with skillful hands, I believe she must have learned a lot from Madam Nie."

"The human skin girl has always been wearing a special dress—a skin bag sewn from human skin."

"Whenever Taoist Wuxin and others ambushed 'her', 'she' would escape from her shell, leaving only a piece of human skin floating in the pool."

"I guess there might be some clues left on those human skins. So on the day when I 'died', while the five of you were in the Fengbo Pavilion lobbying Zhao's head to form an alliance, I sneaked into the long house of Wuxin Dao and checked who was killed by him. The collected human skin."

"Every craftsman, whether it is a carpenter or a goldsmith, has his own habits. Although the stitches on the man's skin are ordinary, the threads are tied in a special way."

"I sneaked into everyone's room one by one, checked the clothes you used for washing, and found that such knots are only found on Miss Nie's clothes."

"Thus, I already have some guesses about Miss Nie's identity."

Nie Qiaoqiao was startled when she heard the words, and suddenly she slapped her legs and laughed loudly: "See the small to know the truth, the original to see the end, from some inconspicuous clues, you can get a glimpse of the whole picture."

"If there is a chance, I will definitely warn the people in the world who oppose you, no matter how superb the plan is, the first thing to do is to dig out Shen Lang's eyes!"

After laughing, he sighed softly: "It's a pity, what's the use of knowing these things?"

Twitching the long whip in his hand, the sharp blades slid against Zhao Biqiong's chest and Lin Suxian's neck like a cold poisonous snake.

"As long as they are in my hands, what can you do?"

Nie Qiaoqiao provocatively said viciously: "Shen Lang, Shen Lang, will you force these two people to death in my hands?"

Seeing that Shen Lang was silent, she smiled and said, "Fortunately, I'm lucky."

"When the gold and silver exploded, I realized that something was wrong, and with the elder sister of the Lin family at my side, I hid behind her and hid."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I will end up like those two bedbugs lying on the ground?"

"Shen Lang, you've lost your chance, what's the trick now?"

Shen Lang didn't say anything, shook his head with a smile, hugged Wang Lianhua and stepped forward.

Nie Qiaoqiao was startled, and said loudly: "Stop, don't move!"

Shen Lang ignored her and walked towards her with a smile on his face.

Nie Qiaoqiao gripped the long whip tightly and shouted sharply: "If you take another step, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He raised his arm and waved the long whip, but it didn't move at all.

He lowered his head and saw that the whip tail that was originally on Zhao Biqiong's heart was held in his hand, as if pinching a poisonous snake seven inches, making the whip unable to move.

Nie Qiaoqiao was shocked, wasn't he poisoned?When did you get rid of the poison? !

With a strong mind, he poured his internal energy into the whip, trying to regain control, but unexpectedly, it was like a cow falling into the mud, and there was no return.

Suddenly, Zhao Biqiong stood up, and a surge of internal energy counterattacked, like a storm, overwhelming mountains and seas, and rushed towards Nie Qiaoqiao with a thunderous force.

Her body shook, and a mouthful of blood spattered out.

The long whip that was out of control went limp, Shen Lang seized the opportunity, bullied himself up, stretched out his fingers like a sword, and instantly locked her various acupuncture points.

Nie Qiaoqiao immediately turned into a stone statue, unable to move.

And Zhao Biqiong, who injured Nie Qiaoqiao with internal force, vomited a mouthful of blood at the same time, his face paled instantly, and he sat down slowly while clutching his chest.

When the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, the situation is reversed.

The sick old man was dumbfounded watching the accident.

At first, he was puzzled by how Zhao Biqiong was able to crack his unique secret medicine, and then saw him lying down with serious injuries, only then did he realize the key to it.

Staring at Shen Lang: "It turns out that besides Ren Pingzong and I, there is another person who received a golden blow from you."

"It was also hit by a few pieces of gold, and we were seriously injured by you. However, head Zhao was temporarily opened up all the meridians in his body, and he can use his internal force forcibly in a short time."

"You saw that Nie Qiaoqiao used Lin Suxian to escape the surprise attack, and the governor couldn't do anything about it, so you planted a trap around her, and waited for the critical moment to explode, and cooperate with you from the inside out."

He couldn't help clapping his hands and praised: "What a quick mind!"

"Shen Lang, Shen Lang, how many essences of heaven and earth did God accumulate to give birth to a character like you!"

Shen Lang smiled slightly, and said, "Senior, you are overrated."

"If Senior is willing to hand over the antidote, Shen will be very grateful."

The sick old man sneered and said, "Mr. Shen is thinking too simply."

"If the old man doesn't hand over the antidote, then he won't be considered a loser..."

Before he finished speaking, one person interrupted: "Is it considered a loss?"

"The poorer the gambler, the more he loses, the more he feels that he still has a chance to come back."

"If you really don't want to die in Huangquan, would you like me to give you a ride?"

In Shen Lang's arms, a pair of night owl-like eyes stared at him, and there was a slight cold light in the deep eyes.

The sick old man felt a chill in his heart, and he didn't have to say anything.

The person who threatened him seemed to have changed his mind, he shook his head and said, "No, you can't die yet."

"I, Wang Lianhua, am a person who does not owe favors."

"Just now you gave me a gift that I will never forget, and I will treat it as a reciprocal gift."

Wang Lianhua curled the corners of her mouth, her smile was gentle and soft, and there was a trace of bewitching innocence on her face.

"Don't bother me to repeat the past, I really still lack a pot of roses in my garden."

The sick old man seemed to be swallowing a lump of ice, his stomach felt uncomfortable, and the cold chill spread from his heart to his fingertips.

He looked at Shen Lang with his eyes, and forced himself to be calm: "With Shen Lang here, you, you dare not."

Wang Lianhua's complexion suddenly sank, and the smile disappeared from her usual smiling face. Her dark pupils were embedded in her face, like a bottomless abyss, which surprised the sick old man.

The sick old man thought he would lose his temper, but unexpectedly he laughed, raised his head and kissed Shen Lang's chin, and said softly, "Shen Lang, close your eyes."

"During this quarter of an hour, don't think about it, don't look at it, don't listen to it."

Shen Lang stared at him deeply for a moment, as if he saw something from the bottom of his eyes.

Then, under the frightened and pleading eyes of the sick old man, he slowly closed his eyes.

When the sick old man came back to his senses, the iron fan in Wang Lianhua's hand had already unfolded, the blades were cold and cold, pale as the shadow of the moon, if it could be stained with blood, how gorgeous would it be?

The sick old man dragged his wounded body, dodged, and murmured: "Don't you dare, don't dare, don't dare..."

Wang Lianhua's smile was contemptuous and sarcasm, the cold edge reached his skull, and the bright red blood slipped from the cut forehead and flowed into the eyes of the sick old man.

He shook his lips, and said: "You dare not, you dare not... Even if Shen Lang doesn't save me, the antidote is still in my hands..."

Wang Lianhua sneered and said, "Have you forgotten my identity?"

The sick old man was slightly hoarse, and there was a dullness in his throat.

The "Thousand-faced Young Master" is amazingly talented, proficient in all kinds of strange arts, and has a wide range of research and knowledge, which is unparalleled in the world.

The two most famous ones are disguise and medical skills.

Wang Lianhua said: "Your □□, I will put more thought into it, and I will be able to solve it sooner or later."

"As for my rose flower pot, if I miss yours, I don't know when I will meet a suitable one."

After all, the iron fan was inserted hard.

The sick old man tried his best to nurse, and screamed: "I am willing to hand over the antidote! Shen Lang, help me!"

Leng Feng stopped suddenly, it was not Wang Lianhua showing mercy, but Shen Lang holding his hand.

Wang Lianhua wanted to break free, but the hand on her wrist was dry, warm, hard, and did not move.

Looking at Shen Lang coldly, Shen Lang responded with a smile.

The two confronted each other silently for a while, Wang Lianhua smiled slightly, closed the iron fan, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently wiped the blood from the sick old man's forehead.

He smiled and said, "Look at how scared you are."

"I have long since abandoned evil and pursued good. I have become a boy of Shen Bodhisattva. How could I do such vicious things?"

The sick old man looked at Wang Lianhua's smiling face, and then at Shen Lang.

I really want to ask him, if he refuses to hand over the antidote, will he stop Wang Lianhua?

However, with Wang Lianhua by his side, he dared not.

The pitiful generation of martial arts seniors, who have dominated the world for decades, were scared out of their wits by Wang Lianhua's hands.

The most holy and kind bodhisattva, and the treacherous devil, promised each other their sincerity and were entangled for a lifetime.

In order to compromise and give in to each other, step by step, until the two backs are against each other and the fingers are intertwined.

When the dust settles, will they overcome the demons and become Buddhas, or will they perish together.

Who knows, who can know?