Sichun City, in a dilapidated house on the edge of the corner.

"Plop!"

He Zhao left the man's corpse and the weak-breathing woman behind, then lowered his head and started to touch around. Don't get me wrong, he didn't have any sexual intentions at all, he just simply plundered the spoils.

Go up and down, carefully, and when you are more familiar with their bodies than one corpse, you reluctantly take back your hands.

On the table on the other side, there are two more stone tablets with mysterious characters engraved on them, as well as a pile of clothes, shoes, socks, tight-fitting bellybands and other small items.

At the same time, two naked figures came into view.

"pity."

The two of them didn't have a single book with them, and they turned out a few letters that were useless to him. The letters were full of useless nonsense, but the ink was strange, it was dark green, and it seemed to be mixed with gold powder?

That's right. Similar to the storybook, how many people carry secret books with them?

Even for people in some martial arts schools and sects in the city, most of the relatively secretive inheritance is transmitted orally and heart-to-heart, and they never write books. Not only them, but also craftsmen, doctors and other people from all walks of life, techniques, elixirs, etc., not only do not have written texts

, and even set a rule to pass on male children rather than female children.

In a social background where men are superior to women, a married daughter is like water thrown out. If it is passed on to her and brought to her son-in-law's home, wouldn't it mean that she has just found a competitor for herself?

"The stone tablet must be a magic weapon, but I don't know if there are other interesting things in the clothes that can't be seen." He touched his chin and muttered to himself.

"Forget it, let's ask some questions first. When the time comes, take it to Ping'an Square and ask the spirit lion to identify it for me." The man named He would not have thought that when he came to the door with mixed clothes for men and women, the two of them regarded him as their benefactor.

How will the lion look at him?

Probably...perverted.

He walked up to the woman, glanced at the white flowers...ahem, raised his hand and patted her face.

"Wake up."

"..."

Perhaps the injury was so severe that her eyes were still closed.

Treatment is impossible. The evil master is not a martial artist, so who knows what he can do.

What if he waits for his injuries to slow down and catches his breath, then directly kills him?

"I've seen movies and TV shows where this usually involves splashing water?"

Where can I find water in the middle of the night?

So, after thinking for a moment, he unbuckled his belt and took off his pants.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a crime scene.

"Hua Hua Hua..."

The moonlight shines through the cracks in the dilapidated doors and windows, casting a pure white light.

In the light and shadow, a slightly yellowish stream of water fell on the woman's delicate face.

"A little angry."

It flashed through my mind that I needed to take some plantain, talc, and licorice for treatment. I should eat regularly these days, drink more boiled water, eat more fruits and vegetables, and avoid spicy and irritating foods.

"What are you thinking about!"

The top priority is to torture oneself to learn the exercises, not to cure oneself.

"Ahem..."

After peeing, the woman really woke up.

Sure enough, art comes from life.

"What does it smell like?"

"The smell of urine."

As he spoke, he subconsciously put a little distance between himself and the woman lying on the ground.

As the old saying goes, you never go too far wrong.

"Don't shout. If you dare to shout, I will treat you to taste it again."

Seeing the woman's mouth quickly opening, he immediately threatened her.

The scream that was about to escape her lips made her choke again.

There is no way, who told Wang Fu to have a clean disease?

"There is something you need to know. Your senior brother was beaten to death by me. Now you are seriously injured. The fish on the eucalyptus board is nothing more than that, right?

So, you have to cooperate with me. If you cooperate well, you have a chance to survive. If you don't cooperate, what awaits you is not only death, but also urine, cesspits, etc.

Of course, to be more cruel, Chunhua Tower is short of an oiran.

How do you say that?

A pair of jade arms can be used as a pillow for thousands of people, and half a red lip can be tasted by thousands of people. A prostitute is extremely miserable. When she was in her prime, she was sought after by countless people. She is so old that she can't even make a few bucks by selling her body."

He Zhao's words were like a steel knife scraping bones. The woman was so frightened that her face turned pale with no trace of blood.

On the one hand, it targets clean diseases, and on the other hand, it targets chastity.

"I said."

When I think of the miserable days ahead if I don't cooperate, this woman who used to be a high-ranking person in the main hall of the Medicine Gang suddenly becomes as well-behaved as a little sheep.

'It went surprisingly well.'

Seeing her cooperation, he couldn't help but smile.

The mysterious world of evil spirits is about to open its door to it.

"Tell me about the aliens and how you got here."

"You are not practicing..."

"Shut up and let me ask you questions."

The woman looked at him deeply, and some thoughts arose in her heart.

If you are not a demon refiner, can you...

She just looked at the mysterious man in night clothes and glanced meaningfully at her side, and she subconsciously tilted her head to look.

Gao Jie's ferocious face before his death can be seen clearly.

Suddenly, all the little thoughts in my heart were put away.

Even if he wasn't a demon refiner, he still beat to death the senior brother who built the two meridians!

Wait, something's wrong.

Why is Senior Brother naked? At the same time, she is also cold.

So, I reluctantly raised my head.

What catches the eye is a pair of white breasts, which are invisible from behind. After all, she is well developed and can be said to be towering into the sky.

"Don't worry, I didn't do anything to you. As long as I get what I want, I will let you go. If you don't tell me what happened today, and I won't tell you, who will know."

The woman didn't listen at all to what he said, and her mind was filled with five words - I'm not clean anymore!

Shame, anger, and other complicated emotions all rushed to her head, making her face red and ears red.

"My patience is limited, I hope you won't be ignorant."

Cold words penetrated into the ears.

Gao Fushi came back to her senses, and when she realized what she was doing, she knew clearly in whose hands her life was held.

"How can you promise to let me go?"

"Do you know who I am?"

She looked the man up and down and shook her head bitterly.

Well, even if you survive tonight, who should you seek revenge from?

"You don't know my identity, so what can you do?"

"well."

The woman sighed, seeming to accept her fate.

"Foreigners, or evil spirits, we are different from ordinary people. We are born with blood that is different from ordinary people. The blood ensures that our physique is special. We can refine evil spirits for our own use and use all kinds of extraordinary spells."

"Can't mortals do it?"

He Zhao asked, he was eager to find out whether he could cultivate the evil spirit.

"No, only strangers with special bloodlines can refine evil spirits. I heard my master and senior brothers discuss it, and someone once experimented with using evil spirits refining techniques for martial arts practitioners.

The result was unsatisfactory. All the warriors who practiced evil spirits, without exception, could not bear the evil energy, and they all exploded and died. After many tests, even some masters of the evil practice could not survive the disaster.

Without the protection of the power of blood, it is impossible to withstand the evil spirit. Even a stranger with a very low concentration of blood, whose physical body is far inferior to that of a mortal who practices martial arts, can still successfully refine the evil spirit."
To be continued...