Otherworldly Merchant

Qin Meng returned home angrily and hatefully.

Later, after she pinched the mud man according to Bao's intentions, she found that one of the mud men had a beautiful girl tattooed on his neck. The pattern was familiar, and Qin Mengmeng stood still on the spot.

Then she suddenly realized: Wang Meng not only cheated on her body, but also killed her brother's killer!

She pressed the knife with tears, as it was too hard and hurt her hand again.

When Qin Mengmei said this, I finally understood why the wound on Wang's neck was so special.

That tattoo, is Qin Meng's first love in full understanding, is an indelible memory. That's why Qin Meng Meng couldn't bear to destroy the tattoo, which made that very strange knife!

After listening to her account, Zhang Xiaoye and I haven't spoken for half a day.

Qin Mengmei did commit the death penalty, but she killed all the people who should have killed, should she have fought? Or should I be forgiven?

“Are you saying that cunt is a knife?” It took me a long time to ask.

Qin Meng nodded silently.

“Show us.” I will not mention the capture of Qin Mengmei. After all, the most important thing now is to seal the shady object first. Otherwise, once it gets dark, it will be troublesome.

This shady object has drank the blood of several people continuously. It is full of yin qi. Once it is removed from Qin Mengmei's manipulation, the consequences are simply unimaginable!

Qin Meng stood up trembling, like a long breath of relief.

“Bring these sacrifices.” I fingered the bed.

Qin Meng was stunned for a moment. He glanced at me with gratitude and then cleaned up the ceremony she had already prepared.

The three of us walked out the door and headed straight for the Bao Pavilion at the entrance of the village. As the squeak sounded, the two extremely heavy gates were slowly pushed open.

The pavilion is not large, and the scenery inside is full of sight, except for the dust in the sky.

There is an ancient desk in the middle, behind the desk is a muddy bag male statue, but I see the bag male with a dark face, with a curved moon on his forehead, wearing the big red official uniform of the Song Dynasty, sitting there in good spirits.

A white scholar standing on the left with a folding fan should be the legendary grandson's plan; a young warrior standing on the right with a sword at his waist should be Zhao Zhao.

At the foot of the statue, a very heavy brass knife was placed.

When I was outside the temple, I didn't feel much. As soon as I got close to the knife, I immediately felt a strong pubic breath, almost impossible to breathe under pressure!

In the shadows, it was like hiding a vicious pair of eyes, staring at us dead, even I was uncomfortable with it.

“No! This knife is too gloomy. Don't come in here yet.” I waved to Zhang Xiaoai and Qin Mengmeng to go out immediately.

When the two of them listened, they slipped out of the threshold, and I darkened to instill a little spiritual energy.

Suddenly, the knife burst into a deafening metal rattle!

Immediately after the dark light flashed, the entire temple put into a dark embrace, an unprecedentedly strong yin gas pressed against the face, the cool shadow wind was like a blade blade, circling around my neck.

For safety's sake, I put a fine spiritual symbol on my body, so I moved on.

Knock!

There was a layer of white frost on the knife, and it kept spreading, and it rushed under my feet in an instant.

It's summer, it's noon, the temperature outside is 356 degrees, even if the temple is cold, it's impossible to freeze, enough to see how horrible the shadow is.

It was already detected, and I was warned that I was very cheerful and posing a threat to it with superior spiritual symbols. If I dare to go any further, you're welcome!

The pavilion was not very large, by then I was just over a meter away from the knife, enough to see the full picture.

This big knife is very heavy, about 300 or 400 kg, the knife table is full of copper rust, and the trench is also full of wind-dried blood. At a glance, it's an antique, at least from the years of Northern Song.

On the handle of the knife, he engraved a raw dog's head with his teeth hanging, staring at me and staring at me.

The dog's eyes were filled with fierce light, as if he had lived long ago and would be pounding on me at any moment.

“This is... the head of the dog!” I was struck by a dark surprise.

I'm afraid we're all too familiar with Bao Gung. Bao Gung's original name was Bao Cai Cai Fu Yin and Longtuo University Master. He was a famous Qing Guan during the Song Dynasty.

During his tenure as an official, he was selfless, impartially enforcing the law, and pleading his grievances on behalf of countless helpless people, so the people preached him as Bao Qingtian.

Folklore is even more legendary. Bao's forehead has a moon that can break the sun during the day, shade during the night, and nothing unfair in the shadow can escape his eyes.

Under his throne, there are three great swords, the Emperor's ‘Blue Sky Sanchong’, the first dragonfly, chopping off royal relatives; the second tiger head, chopping off 100 officials of the court; and the last dog head, killing hooligans.

I'm afraid this is the real guy Bao used back then! When Bao was alive, he did not know how many evil men had their heads chopped off with dogs. Those evil men could not - reincarnated, blood and unjust souls were all sucked into the knife.

Coupled with the millennial build-up of Yin Qi, you can imagine how powerful it will be, no wonder it can take the head thousands of miles away.

Just let me wonder, how did the Song dynasty dog head end up in Qin Jiatun?

Also, although there is a man in history, he is not as amazing as folklore. Whether it's the blue sky or the moon on the forehead, it's not recorded in history.

Did I read all the history books wrong, Bao Da did have a magical side, only for some reason was taken by the official?