The head fell to the ground, rolling with its bones. The dark red blood plasma at the wound was stained with dust and turned black. "What a great strength!" Xiang Fangsu panted and put down the long knife. His right wrist trembled constantly. The pain reminded him of the days when he could not recite the book and was punished by the teacher of Zongxue to copy the scriptures a hundred times. Ke Wenbin touched his lower back, pulled out a dagger, and poked the head's teeth with the tip of the knife. Click. The head bit the tip of the knife tightly, and the gray mist in his shriveled eyes was completely subconscious. Ke Wenbin took some effort to pull the dagger out again, and was shocked. "It's really strange. The head fell off, but he is not dead yet?" Xiang Fangsu wiped the black blood off the knife, did not put it back into the sheath, but held it under his arm. He bent down to pick up the broken arm holding the knife on the ground, shook it left and right, pulled out the wolf-headed big knife and threw it on the ground, and found that the five fingers of the broken arm were still responsive, and kept scratching.
"It's like an eel, it still reacts when dead." "Fang Su, this hand doesn't react." Ke Wenbin picked up another severed hand, the skin on the knuckles was wrinkled and bloodless, and there was no reaction when he swung it. The only difference from the hand that could move in Xiang Fangsu's hand was that there was a black arrow stuck on it, which was constantly emitting black air, like a punctured water bag. Xiang Fangsu stepped forward to pull out the black arrow, and the black air at the wound no longer dissipated. Turning the arrow, the arrowhead flashed a black light under the candlelight, like a polished obsidian. "So only by completely expelling the evil spirit from the body can it be considered as truly "killing" this guy?" "How did the two masters die?" "Did they rely on the will of the Martial Saint in the Xuanbing to forcibly erase it?" Xiang Fangsu gave a guess. The Martial Saint Xuanbing is the magical power of the Martial Saint when he became a saint, and it is almost an extension of his hands and feet. Even if he didn't practice the method of exorcising evil spirits, strangling the evil spirit would probably be a piece of cake. Liang Qu looked at the fallen man and thought of a question: "Master, after resurrection, can he learn martial arts?" Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin were stunned and frowned. If he didn't know martial arts, Xu Yuelong would not have failed to mention such important news. But after careful recollection, it seems that throughout the process, Xu Yuelong only said that the master who "resurrected from the dead" would have a decreased reaction speed and no pain? Xiang Fangsu guessed: "Could it be that the performance after resurrection is related to strength? The stronger the strength, the closer the performance is to the life?" "If it is a martial saint..." Ke Wenbin thought halfway and denied himself, "It's unreasonable. If so, why would the Ghost Mother Cult shrink?" "Let's go back first."
Liang Qu interrupted their discussion. He really didn't want to stay in this ghost place. Fortunately, there were two people around him. Otherwise, it would be a midnight horror if he came alone. After this, everyone stopped struggling. Xiang Fangsu took off his coat, wrapped the head separately and tied it around his waist. He looked at the passageway he came from and shook his head: "Go to another exit." There are two great martial artists who died on the island. The noise they made before was too loud. Ke Wenbin disagreed: "Other passages may also lead to the residence of the great martial artists. After resurrection, these human corpses seem to wander around the residence according to their memories before death? The probability of bumping into each other is also not small." "Vote." Xiang Fangsu was concise. The two looked at Liang Qu. "I think we should leave from the exit of the third or fourth hall." Liang Qu thought about it and gave his reasons. When they explored the treasure house before, they found that each hall had an exit, exactly four, corresponding to the four high-level configurations of two masters and two great martial artists. "It is highly likely that all the corridors lead to the main residence on the upper floors. I guess this is a way of distributing power in the Ghost Mother Cult. The treasures in the first hall seem to be numerous and the most valuable, but that is for us. There is no matching alchemy in the Ghost Mother Cult. It is used by the weapon master and is flashy, so the owner of the house connected to the exit is a great martial artist. The second hall is used to cultivate and tame mountain ghosts, which is very important to the outside world, but it is impossible to control the rise and fall of the followers internally. It should be managed by another great martial artist. Only the third and fourth halls contain treasures and medicines, which are equivalent to the "salt and iron" of the martial artist. So I think the possibility of those two exits being safe is the greatest. According to what Brother Yue Long said, the two masters faced the power of the martial saint and died twice in a row. It is impossible for them to be resurrected." "That makes sense." Ke Wenbin originally wanted to leave from the previous exit in the dark, but after listening to the analysis, he immediately changed his mind. The disagreement was resolved, and the three went to the third hall and left along the path inside. Before leaving, Liang Qu glanced at the treasure house behind him, and felt the raised corners of the wooden box on his back, feeling a little weak. "Are we going to eat alone?" Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin looked at each other, smiling. "You are young, let me ask you, what is it called to bring it to Brother Yue Long alone and not to others?" Liang Qu thought for a moment.
"To curry favor with the boss?" "Yes, then the nature of the matter changes, so you either eat alone or share equally, but how much do you plan to take equally? Others have to take twenty items each, and will you give them to your master? What about your brothers? They are closer to you, right? Yue Long asked us to take two items each, which is a limit. There are more than 200 precious medicines, and taking four is not a big deal, no one cares. But if we take dozens of items, and they are all taken by people on our side, the limit will be passed. Wei Lin is not a freeloader. When it comes to the treasure hunt, the three of us should be thick-skinned and eat our own food. What do you think the consequences will be? " "Will we be scolded for being shameless?" Liang Qu thought about it, and it seemed to be just that. The relationship between the dozen of them was not that of ordinary superiors and subordinates, but superiors and subordinates who grew up together. This is particularly important. The three of them are eating alone now, that is their ability. Who made others not think of this and did not see the opportunity? At most, they will be scolded at the gathering in the future, and they should eat their meals. But once they favor one over the other, or make it a factional problem, it will be completely different. Don't let grudges arise, and don't let petty thefts be exposed. It is self-evident which is more important. Ke Wenbin patted Liang Qu on the shoulder. "My father taught me since I was a child that you should be thick-skinned when eating. It's okay to scoop yourself out of the big pot of rice. That's because you can eat it. At most, you will be looked down upon. If you scoop it into the bowl and share it with others, people will hate you and think that you let outsiders eat your food. " "I understand. " Liang Qu stopped struggling. If Xu Yuelong really wanted it, he would have mentioned it when he asked Ran Zhongshi to come and pass on the message. He was still too thin-skinned. The three stopped talking and ran to the end of the corridor. The same mechanism must have been designed by the same craftsman. Xiang Fangsu took a step back and looked at Ke Wenbin: "You come." This was the first time he had a shadow when he was opening the way. "Ah, me?" "Let me do it." "No, you are weak." "Okay, okay, I'll do it."
Ke Wenbin held the stone slab and quietly opened a crack. What came into view was a large piece of starlight, and the roof was not visible at all. He pushed it open a little more and found that it was not that there was no roof, but that the entire roof had a big hole, and there was a deep pit on the ground next to it. It was obvious that the owner did not go through the main door and jumped out from the roof after being attacked. "It's okay, no one." "Go, go, go." "Slip away, slip away. " The three of them crawled out of the cave, closed the stone slab, and crossed the entire island chain back to the previous landing place. They did not encounter any obstacles along the way and successfully found a boat and went back. It was already dawn. The soldiers on night watch saw the returning boat and hurried forward to greet them. "Master Xiang, Master Ke, Master Liang, how was your harvest tonight?" "It's you." Xiang Fangsu recalled that the soldiers in front of him had sent a bunch of fishing gear when they learned that they were going out fishing. He shook the empty fish basket and pretended to be disappointed: "Unlucky, didn't catch any." "That's a pity." The soldier sighed. When the three of them went upstairs, Liang Qu vaguely heard the soldiers' whispered discussions. "It turns out to be the same as Master Xu."