Chapter 11 11. Don’t delve into it, otherwise Song Yan simply pushed the door open, as if he had opened a wound in a group of deep-sea sharks. The ghosts rushed in like a dark and angry wave, rushing into the door, moving in and out of Shengzhu and Wen Erniu's bodies. The sky and the moon are covered with ghosts and shadows. The two bandit leaders, Shangshengzhu and Wen Erniu, had completely lost consciousness, but their bodies were occupied by evil spirits, and they began to show some weird behaviors, such as sitting up, one eye turning counterclockwise and the other clockwise. . Song Yan didn't use the dagger. He only brought the dagger just in case. At this time, he blended in with the crowded group of ghosts and quickly came to the suspended room. After a short search, he found two jade tablets in a drawer box. After checking for a while, he saw the contribution points inside. Good guy. One jade token has 30 contribution points, and another has 40 points. This shocked Song Yan so much that his hand holding the jade card trembled because no matter how he calculated, he couldn't figure out that the two of them could contribute 70 points. He only knew that these two men were most likely to have tricked the more than 20 new handymen before, and now they were also eyeing him covetously.
It was the combination of these two, plus "the high price of market magic", that formed the motivation for his action tonight. But even so, these two jade cards should have less than 30 contribution points at most. Where did they get 70? Naturally, Song Yan could not guess that the two bandit leaders had younger brothers supporting them at the foot of the mountain, and those younger brothers had earned a lot of contribution points through trading, so they had so many. In shock, he felt like he had suddenly become rich. He quickly took out his jade token, took the two jade tokens and "cracked" his jade token a few times. Contribution points can be transferred in this way. On the first jade card, he marked 20 contribution points, and on the second one, he marked 30 points. In this way, if each of them leaves 10 points and puts them back in the same place, it will be considered as "the property has not been lost". This will also make people who come to check tomorrow think that this is definitely just an accident. But after finishing the stroke, Song Yan suddenly thought about it again. ‘This jade token is quite similar to the bank card before time travel. Is it possible for a formal disciple to have the ability to ‘check transfer records’? ’ The lack of information will lead to completely opposite judgments. This point is vividly reflected in Qiu Lingyue. Miss Qiu thought that being with a "future official disciple" was a blessing, but she didn't expect that it would actually "send her into the tiger's mouth". If it weren't for Song Yan, she would have been squeezed into a dregs. Song Yan was silent for a moment, all kinds of thoughts passing through him like lightning. He has made a decision. He simply put the two jade tokens in his pocket, then lifted up the two bodies with strange postures that were being moved in and out by ghosts, jumped up the stairs, placed them on the top of the suspended room, and then left at lightning speed. After leaving, he hid behind a stone and quietly observed them for a long time until he was sure that both of them had fallen off the cliff by themselves, and then returned to his house. Because there was his aura behind the door, those ghosts did not knock on the door. In the house, Miss Qiu was hit by the "Changshui Qingfeng" and slept soundly.
Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to wait nervously for the next day. Facts have proved that the lives of the handymen are indeed worthless. It's not just the dead ones. So are the living. The one who came to investigate was still a Xuanpao disciple, but the pattern on the strange double-faced shadow puppet behind him was not black, but red. If Xuantu in Xuanpao is the official disciple and Xuantu in white robe is the elder, then this kind of Xuantu in Xuanpao is the inner disciple. Two people in a room, especially two "people who have the opportunity to become official disciples" in a room, still disappeared, which was enough for Shadow Puppet Peak to send someone to take a look. But the person who came didn't care about the two dead people. He was just curious about the process, so he didn't bother to ask. He just grabbed "Shengzhu, the handyman next to Wen Erniu", then closed his eyes and pointed his finger. A little bit of that handyman's eyebrows. After a long time, he retracted his finger, and the handyman whose eyebrows he tapped suddenly showed a look of dementia, and then he was quickly cleaned up and taken away. "Brother, how are you?" A formal disciple came forward to ask. The disciple of Xuanpao Hongtu recalled the information he had just found through his soul search. He thought of "hearing the sound of a ghost knocking open the door" and "vaguely seeing two figures climbing to the roof of the suspended house, twisting and crawling on the roof, and disappearing again after a while", so he replied: "Yesterday The fog was thick at night, and there was a powerful ghost hidden inside. The ghost opened the door, causing the two of them to crawl out of the house unconsciously, and then fell off the cliff. " The official disciple whispered: "The two people who died were not good friends. They just led a wave of fat sheep down the mountain and slaughtered them a few days ago. Could it be that someone coveted their contribution and took action? Senior brother, I don’t care if you contribute anything, but I’m curious about how the person who made the move did it if this was the case. " The disciple of Xuanpao Hongtu looked at him with a half-smile and said, "What? Do you still want to continue the investigation? Or do you question the results of my investigation?" The official disciple was stunned and said he didn't dare. "I know you don't dare." The Xuanpao Hongtu disciple patted him on the shoulder and lowered his voice, "As a reminder from my senior brother, there are too many secrets in our Puppet Palace. Never delve into the details of a dead person, otherwise...you too Will soon become dead. If you don’t understand this sentence, just understand it more. " "Thank you, senior brother, thank you very much." The official disciple wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bowed and watched the Xuanpao Hongtu disciple leave. Last night, Song Yan didn't panic. Today, he saw Shadow Shadow Peak disciples coming outside the cliff, and he was very calm. But when he returned to the hanging room at the end of the day and the dust had settled, he actually became a little frightened. He didn't know how he dared to do this. But recalling the look of the disciples of Shadow Puppet Peak who "seemed to see something just by looking at the center of their eyebrows", he generally understood: there must be soul-searching techniques in this world. If someone uses Soul Search on him, it will be all over. The accumulated pressure suddenly made him feel a little depressed, and fire seemed to rise in his belly. He picked up Miss Qiu and pressed her plump body against the floor.
Miss Qiu didn't know what was going on, and her reaction today was particularly fierce. After the two vented furiously, they finally calmed down. Miss Qiu lay paralyzed like mud. She blinked her wonderful eyes and looked at the red mist outside the gap. Her eyes that had retreated from desire were full of fear. She said in a trembling voice: "Brother Song, during the day today, Many people are saying that the fishy fog has become thicker and the ghosts have become stronger. If one is not careful, the gate may be knocked open by the ghosts. This is how Shengzhu and the others died. We are all just handymen. Shadow Puppet Peak will not care about the handymen. If the handymen die, they will die. But I don’t want to die, I really don’t want to die.” Miss Qiu broke down and cried. Song Yan was stunned for a moment. Only then did he realize how oppressive his breaking in last night had brought to all the handymen in the leatherworking room. While he was stunned, Miss Qiu rushed forward again and said in the most frightened and gentle voice: "Brother Song, I will serve you well. I can do whatever you want me to do. I am very obedient. Take me with you, don't abandon me, okay?" She has messy black hair, a delicate but pretty face full of fear, and looks like she is willing to risk her life and use her body to please her in exchange for a chance to survive. Song Yan hugged the young lady tightly and waited until the trembling in her body calmed down a little before she said, "Since you said anything is fine, I want you to do one thing now." "What's going on?" Miss Qiu was already ready for everything. Song Yan said: "Take a pill to strengthen the root and go to sleep well." Miss Qiu:. She obediently took the Gubenshendan and slowly fell asleep. Song Yan sat on the five steps and slowly entered a state of "half asleep and half awake". He wasn't worried about ghosts breaking into the door, but how could he sleep peacefully in a place like this? In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed. Several batches of new handymen were replaced. The new "reincarnation" unique to the leatherworking room is still going on. In this reincarnation, both Song Yan and Qiu Lingyue have quickly become old handymen. They have understood the unspoken rules here and how to survive here. For the vast majority of handymen, survival is just one day, and there is no hope at all. For Qiu Lingyue, that is "hoping for her husband to become a dragon", hoping that Song Yan can pull her out of the pit of fire after becoming an official disciple. After observing the many handymen who followed qualified disciples but suddenly became weak and then disappeared, Qiu Lingyue thought deeply, and then became even more attached to Song Yan. For Song Yan, a lot of things happened in half a year, and he could finally spend the batch of contribution points he grabbed half a year ago.