Otherworldly Merchant

The T-shirt man picked up the throne drum from the ground, looked at it, and handed it to me.

I watched this drum carefully and found that it weighed a little more than I thought and was set in two skull bones. The skull is also coated with a layer of mercury, and the bottom is polished well and covered with two thin cicada wings.

One drumskin painted a wolf and one drumskin painted a deer, both of which belong to the Manchu totem.

Leaving it aside gives people a strange feeling, it is indeed a work of art that takes away Skywalker. It is said that during the Manchu war on the Quartet, all craftsmen of energy will be taken away and fed in the service of the royal family in the interior, which is what is called the ‘inner court offering’.

This drum is clearly from the hands of the inner court.

At this time, Yin Xinyue, Li Mazi and the girl drilled out of the woods, were shocked by Cheng Xiaohu's tragic death on the ground, and then saw the drum of my son in my hand, arguing to see it. I specifically told them not to knock.

When it got to the girl, she knocked curiously, scaring my heart out.

“Do you want to die or don't you think we're in enough trouble?” Li Mazi quickly took the drum from her.

“Look at you. You scared the shit out of me. Are you that good?” The girl said indifferently.

The T-shirt man suddenly drew his sword to stab her in the throat. Of course, it was just a bluff. The girl was scared to death: “Brother, what are you doing? ”

“A broken sword. Is it that scary?” The T-shirt man said silently that he was joking, just a little cold.

But I noticed that the girl called him "brother” and called me “uncle”, which is a fucking difference!

The bones that tore me apart this evening are about to break up. I suggest we hurry back, but the T-shirt man asked us to bury Cheng Xiaohu.

The deciduous leaves in the suicide forest are so thick that it's impossible to dig a hole, and we don't have the tools.

So, we covered Cheng Xiaohu's corpse grass with fallen leaves on the ground. The T-shirt man burned him some paper money and read a curse, which he said was to prevent Cheng Xiaohu from turning into a demon and continuing to harm people.

The girl asked us curiously what we were doing, and I answered with great uncertainty: "Immortal! ”

After we got out of the woods, we got in the car, and I asked the T-shirt guy who his client was.

“Besides Kangxi and Cheng family, who else has much to do with this drum?” T-shirt man asked me.

“Are they descendants of the worshippers?” I'm smart.

The T-shirt man nodded and the man entrusted him was the descendant of the prayer. Although the prayer was cut off by Emperor Kangxi's door, some relatives escaped and fled to Nanyang, where they lived in secret.

It was the ancestors who were made into shadows who were the most brutal than the lords who had revealed that they were dying late. They therefore tried to find out the whereabouts of their son's drum and entrusted the T-shirt man to bring it back.

At 1: 00 a.m., the car drove back to the city. Yin Xinyue gave the girl all the money she had, which should be enough for a while.

When the girl got out of the car, she stood still and said with a cry: "You lied to me! ”

“What?”

“You clearly said you would help me kill my stepfather, and I knew you were lying to me. Your words are not credible.” The girl scolded.

“You little girl, if you can't move, you want to kill people, you want to go to jail. Besides, you can't kill anyone who doesn't want to see you?” Li Mazi said.

“Liar! Big liar!” The girl turned away crying and the T-shirt man suddenly called her.

He pulled a thumb-length little Jade man out of his arms and handed it to the girl, letting her feed the doll with her fingertips of blood for seven days, then placed it under her stepfather's bed, and the next day she bled to death.

T-shirt men seldom lie, but it shocked me a little, and I asked, "Are you really going to tell her to kill her stepfather? ”

“Bad man, damn it! Besides, revenge for murder is also the most important function of shady things. ”

Although he is a practicing man, T-shirt men also have their own set of good and evil ideas.

“Thank you, brother!” The girl hugged the T-shirt man with joy, kissed him in the face, was about to leave, and was called by the T-shirt man again.

“What's wrong now?” The girl asked.

“Don't you ask, what's the cost of doing this?” The T-shirt man mysteriously said.

“Whatever it takes! ”

“After you kill someone, you'll lose 20 years of your life.” The T-shirt man said.

The girl opened her eyes, seemed incredible, and finally nodded her head: “I know, thank you! ”

There's nothing in the world that can be exchanged without any cost, and every time you get something, you lose something.

The Cheng brothers just wanted to get too much. In the end, they put themselves in.

Looking at the girl who disappeared into the night, I just wanted her to think twice before proceeding.

Because there are things that once you dye your fingers, you may never be able to look back!