Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 533

  Chapter 533 Watching chess without speaking

  In the early morning of Sanxiang City, when the rooster crowed, there were already vendors pushing their stalls on the street, gathering from all over the city towards the market.

  Although there was no shouting, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

  Several sleepy-eyed police officers mixed in the busy traffic, complaining about the dampness and chill in Xiangxiang, while chewing tobacco leaves in their mouths.

  The martial arts hall and the bodyguard bureau will open the side door for a short time, and the vendors who sell grain and rice have been waiting in front of the door, helping to carry the goods into the courtyard.

  The traders were suspicious of this, but according to the government, these few months will be the ordained days for offering sacrifices to Taoist ancestors and Buddha, so they stay behind closed doors.

  Taoist temples and Buddhist temples have less contact with the outside world.

  Usually, the Taoist and Buddhist families have at least dozens of acres of land, and they can barely be self-sufficient. Even if they want to buy daily necessities, they will send novice monks and Taoist boys to shops in the city.

  Compared to the weirdness of the various forces, the lives of the people are undoubtedly much more normal.

  There are more and more people going to the market, and the noisy sound wakes up the whole Sanxiang City, and the unique fragrance of breakfast snacks has already permeated.

  When the time comes, the market will tend to disperse, and the vendors will move to the streets and alleys.

   But when the crowd was surging, the sound of gongs beating sounded in the distance, a group of officers and soldiers wore light armor, with long knives in their waists, and escorted the prison car covered by black cloth.

  The people were silent, their eyes revealed a bit of curiosity, but more of fear.

  They voluntarily moved out of the way and let the prison car come to the entrance of the market.

  The people talked a lot, but they all lowered their voices, obviously very afraid of the existence in the prison car, for fear of causing trouble.

   "Is it a demon?"

   "It is said that it was found in the Dahuang Mountain outside the city, but I didn't expect to be executed today."

   "It's the fifth time this month, why are there so many demons?"

"Ugh…"

   "Quiet!!"

  The mouths of the officers and soldiers are full of fangs and sharp teeth, and there is a sound of metal knocking when they collide. You can tell at a glance that they are insect warriors, majestic and majestic.

  The market suddenly became silent, even the children did not dare to cry, only the heavy breathing and the retreating footsteps of the female relatives.

  The officers and soldiers waited for a while until all irrelevant people had left before raising the black cloth.

  In a burst of uproar, the "evilness" of half human and half insect was revealed. Half of the body is human, but the legs are like fleas.

  Ren Qing sat in the tea house next to the market, overlooking the absurd and eerie scene.

   "It's really a human bug in a bug nest."

  The human worm was put on a wooden stake, no matter how much he begged for mercy, but Xiangxiang and the worm nest couldn't understand each other at all, so they were finally held down by officers and soldiers.

   "Cut!!"

  The executioner swung down the sharpened tiger-head knife vigorously, and the Tiandao bugman's spine was exposed, and his whole body couldn't help twitching.

   A total of five swords were used to decapitate the evil in the eyes of the people.

  Ren Qing glanced across the crowd of onlookers, and landed on a seemingly ordinary middle-aged man, but the latter had a soul in a bad situation.

   "Shop waiter."

"I'm coming."

"Do me a favor…"

  Ren Qing pointed at the man in the market, whispered a few words in the ear of the waiter, and then threw a piece of broken silver.

  The shop waiter nodded repeatedly, and then set off towards the outside of the teahouse.

  The man's name is Wu Shanzi, and his expression seems to be calm, but in fact his right hand is hidden in his sleeve, as if he is holding something tightly in his palm.

  As he exerted force, a cut was cut on his wrist, and the blood that flowed out was absorbed by the object in his palm, obviously it should be a magic weapon.

   "Spiritual, go..."

   Wu Shanzi's face was ugly, and he repeated it several times in a row, but the magic weapon did not move at all, indicating that the beheaded Xieyi did not have a soul.

   "How is it possible, the evil cultivator of the worm nest died in front of me, and he shouldn't have no soul. Could it be that he was blown away by the strong wind?"

   Just when he was secretly anxious, he heard someone behind him say: "This Taoist priest, a guest officer asked you to come to the teahouse for a gathering."

  The shop waiter took a few steps back after finishing speaking, and couldn't help weighing the money Ren Qing bestowed on him.

   Wu Shanzi has a serious expression on his face. He is not from Xiangxiang, he is from Sanxiang City from Tushan, and it is impossible for anyone in the city to recognize him.

  He hesitated for a moment, then walked quickly into the teahouse, and hesitantly came to the window seat on the second floor, but found that there was no one there.

   Wu Shanzi subconsciously looked at the table. The handwriting written with tea was slowly disappearing with time, but it was still roughly distinguishable.

   "One hundred and three days?"

   "Could it be..."

  After he muttered a few words, he couldn't help looking left and right to find Ren Qing's figure, but in the end there were only a few guests drinking tea here and there.

   "Have you seen the appearance of the person by the window?"

   Wu Shanzi hurriedly asked others, but after seeing nothing, he dragged the shop waiter to question, but learned that no one had been to the teahouse.

  He couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine, and he was not in the mood to stay in the tea house anymore, he stumbled away from the market, and returned to the inn where he was temporarily staying.

  Ren Qing observed Wushanzi's behavior, and his reaction well verified the guess in his heart.

  He didn't choose to continue contacting Wushanzi, he closed his eyes to digest the soul of the human insect who had just died, and there was a little more inquiry in his eyes.

  It seems that the big and small forces in the town are really composed of former monks.

   To be precise, their souls came from ancient monks, and their bodies were unsurprisingly refined by Taiyin Xingjun.

  The ancient monks didn't know what happened. Not only did they not understand the situation, but they also noticed that the spell suddenly failed, as if the end of the era was coming.

  Ren Qing noticed in the past few days that the ancient monks did not sleep at all, and kept stimulating their spirits through herbs, plus meditation with eyes closed to keep themselves awake all the time.

  As for the insect nest, they were extremely cautious from beginning to end, and even sent human insects to test the town, and they rarely showed up since then.

  The reason why the ancient monks knew that the lifespan was limited was indeed clear through the worms, and they also mastered the superficial Gu refining technique.

   Gu refining is actually the way to control the strange things transformed from Gu insects.

  They are retreating almost every day, trying to find the reason for the failure of spells, or to improve Gu refining skills.

  Ren Qing learned from the memory of the human worm that the mistress revealed the Gu refining technique on purpose, and even the limited lifespan was the same.

  According to the instructions of the mistress, the Tiandao insects have been waiting underground, and the deadline is 100 days after the depletion of Jingzhou people's life energy.

  Part of the worm's memory about the mistress is banned by magic, but fortunately, the toe-off technique can bypass the means of the sky.

   Most of the memories of the worms were obviously handed over to the ancient monks on purpose.

  From Ren Qing's point of view, the people behind the scenes seem to be dominated by the insect nest.

  The people behind the scenes will never be content with the status quo. The next thing is to look at the game between the two parties, but no matter what the result is, Ren Qing can make a move.

  Ren Qing looked at the back of Wu Shanzi leaving in embarrassment, turned his head and said to the shop waiter: "Xiao Er, I haven't asked what your name is yet?"

  The waiter in the store was stunned for a moment, as if he had just recalled Ren Qing, and quickly said: "Return to the guest officer, the villain is called Huang Gouer."

   "Nice name."

   "Is the shopkeeper there?"

"exist."

  Ren Qing squinted his eyes, like a spectator watching a chess player, and the teacup fell like a chess piece.

   "Tell the shopkeeper of your family that someone wants to sell his teahouse."

"what?"

  Huang Gou'er left in a hurry, unexpectedly, the shopkeeper who regarded the teahouse as his life, when he heard Ren Qing's request, he immediately agreed repeatedly.

   In chessboard games, the invincible is always the spectator.

  'Shouyuan is approaching, one hundred and three days'

   Readers, the second chapter is a little short, and Calvin changed it for a few hours.

  (end of this chapter)

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