Chapter 23 Trampling on Bones
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Chen Banxian shook the hexagram, and used the yin and yang sides of the Xian cup to quickly complete the hexagram, and obtained the hexagram Huo Ze Xiang.
"Oh, the gods of the south are fighting the ghosts of the west. The hexagrams show that the enemy is not low in strength. He may be at the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm. He may have killed more than ten people in the past two days!"
Ten people? The neighbor's heart was beating wildly. No wonder he was rewarded with a bottle of Qi and Blood Powder a day. It turns out that this profession is so high-risk!
Capitalists do a lot of harm to people!
"Master, what should I do?" the neighbor asked again. He saw Chen Banxian rubbing his fingers, so he gave him a few more broken pieces of silver.
Chen Banxian didn't answer, then rubbed his fingers.
This greedy guy! The neighbor gritted his teeth, but had to take out a bottle of Qi and Blood Powder from his arms.
Chen Banxian collected his energy and blood, and then he said, the ghosts of the West and the gods of the South are fighting openly, and the gold is forged and burned, and only the earth can escape the disaster.
In the soil?
The neighbor was deep in thought, but Chen Banxian waved his hand and said goodbye: "Brother, take care."
He put away the broken silver and scattered qi and blood, thinking that it was impossible to collect all the hexagram gold, right?
Who knows, no matter whether you take it first or later, as long as it is the hexagram gold, it will turn into light together, and no one will be spared.
"Ding: Qi and blood +100."
His strength and physique increased again, barely dispelling the unhappiness in his heart.
Chen Banxian didn't stop and knocked on the door opposite.
He was afraid that he would be overheard and exposed if he was too close, so he chose the staggered electrocardiogram method.
The rhetoric is basically the same, the only difference is probably the people.
"Ding: Qi and blood +100."
"Ding: Qi and blood +100."
The sweet sounds kept ringing, but unfortunately the day was too short. He only visited less than twenty people and had two meals.
"My dear compatriots, please do not come to jail tonight."
He hasn't finished harvesting yet. If he comes to rob the prison...he won't agree! ! !
As soon as I returned to my residence, there was a letter from the servant here, instructing me on the arrangements for tonight.
Everyone's position is different, and Chen Banxian's position is more unlucky. It is in the dungeon where he is responsible for guarding the last line of defense.
Of course, if others doze off, his last line of defense may become the first line of defense...
This is basically how it is played in TV dramas.
There is a team of village guards at the entrance of the dungeon, and a master at the peak of Qi and Blood Realm is stationed there.
When he arrived, there were three colleagues, one of whom was his neighbor.
The neighbor was very excited when he saw Chen Banxian, but he didn't speak under the signal in his eyes.
That’s right, he told me such important information, I can’t let it out and harm him!
The neighbor thought to himself and pretended not to see him.
Chen Banxian:? ? ?
He just blinked with gray eyes, why didn't he recognize him again?
Did he travel through a parallel world in the blink of an eye?
"You stay inside the dungeon, and I'll guard the outside."
The guard chief at the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm spoke and wandered around without knowing where he was going.
"The captain is really good at choosing the right time." Another unknown colleague sneered:
"Hide in the dark and observe. If the enemy is weak, come and get meritorious service. If the enemy is strong, pretend to patrol elsewhere."
He did not hide these words, which made everyone think thoughtfully.
Upon hearing this, the neighbor once again expressed his admiration for Chen Banxian, who was indeed far-sighted.
He quietly came to Chen Banxian and whispered: "Our location is too obvious, what should we do?"
what to do? Serve cold.
Chen Banxian shook his head: "What should we do? It's up to you. Once it's done, we'll do it!"
Neighbor:?
So what to do?
He was anxious, why do these fortune tellers always like to leave half of a sentence behind?
Suddenly, he saw Chen Banxian wipe the soles of his feet on the ground and apply some new mud.
"That's it!" The neighbor realized and went to look for a shovel.
Guessing that his compatriots wouldn't be able to come for a while, Chen Banxian entered the dungeon to see if anyone he knew was there.
After entering the underground, he discovered that the dungeon was not actually that big, which was correct. After all, it was just a township-level gathering place.
The prisoners were trapped with pieces of wood as thick as their calves. The smaller ones might be able to get out on their own.
There was no one guarding the dungeon, they only had to watch the door, so the environment was very dark, with only a few oil lamps bringing negligible visibility.
The smell of blood, the pungent smell of fermented blood!
It was his first sense, rich enough to blind his nose.
There are people in every compartment in the dungeon, and they are basically all compatriots!
That is... Zhang Zhongzhi.
He recognized one of them as his classmate and chose to leave with his instructor.
So...will Instructor Bu Ming be here too?
He subconsciously searched for him in the cell, but his mentor was nowhere to be seen.
Silence, there is endless silence and darkness in the prison.
Almost every classmate has shocking scars on his body, and there are even female classmates who are in shocking rags.
Chen Banxian didn't speak, but was silent for a while.
If he is saving people, he should be able to cooperate inside and outside...
no……
He quickly gave up the idea. He was just a fortune teller. Even if he could deal with one at the peak of Qi and Blood Realm, could he deal with ten?
Oh, it seems possible. After absorbing more than a dozen black crystals, I already had nearly thirty strands of Demon Summoning Meridian Qi.
But just killing ten people was not enough to make him proud. He made a bold assumption that there might be a living being state here.
He laughed and shook his head, turning around to leave the dungeon. Unexpectedly, there was someone behind him who was watching him silently.
"Wen Ding, are you also curious about these alien races?"
The steward couldn't see the expression on his face, so he opened a cell and walked in.
In the cell, a female classmate opened her weak eyes and could not stop trembling when she saw the visitor.
"Oh? There's still one that's intact." The steward stepped forward and stepped on the girl's horrified eyes!
"Crack!"
"ah!"
The earth-shattering screams startled the rest of the people in the dungeon.
No one came to help.
The person who stepped forward to help had his bones broken and couldn't help even if he wanted to.
"Beasts! Wait for our army to arrive and crush your race directly!"
One classmate's limbs were broken, but his mouth was not broken and he roared angrily!
"You natives have no idea how terrifying our firepower is, with tanks, planes, and missiles! We can directly annihilate your Dafeng Kingdom!"
"You can break my bones today and trample my spine!"
"Crack!"
The steward glanced at Chen Banxian and took back the student's feet.
"Then I'll break your back."
"Ahem..." The classmate reluctantly raised his head, but the severe pain could not annihilate his will: "Nah!"
"Tough talk." The steward looked at Chen Banxian again: "These aliens are disgusting. Come on, cut out their tongues."
Cut your tongue?
Can Chen Banxian take action?
"Why, you don't dare to cut?" The manager's smile contained a knife: "Are you afraid to cut... or can't you bear to cut?"
Chen Banxian didn't say anything. He scanned the crowd, selected someone who looked like he could resist being beaten, and stepped on the joint.
"Crack!"
Broken bones.
"That person will die if he cuts his tongue again. Can someone else step on him?"
He turned around to face the steward, but couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.
"I told you to cut out this man's tongue."
The steward's face was expressionless and he stared at Chen Banxian, the atmosphere was tense.
"Bah!" The man on the ground spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm on Chen Banxian's face: "You bitch, I still have an arm, I'll step on it if I can!"
Chen Banxian had no expression on his face, raised his foot, and kicked him again.
"Crack!"
The classmates on the ground had both arms broken.
The steward then looked away and walked out leisurely step by step.
He turned his back to Chen Banxian and said: "In three days, the master who suppresses Guisi will arrive. By then, he will catch all the big fish outside!"