Twilight Boundary: Chapter 172 Soul-stirring picture

Chapter 172: Soul Capturing Picture

Sun Niuzi won a battle for the Red Lantern Club, which can be regarded as a great achievement.

If he could still be alive, the shopkeeper of Qingshi Town's sub-cabinet might not be able to meet Hu Ma's turn.

And these two days in a row were **** and frightening. This game that Sun Niuzi won also caused a lot of discussion among the brothers in the guild.

Someone praised: "That Sun Niuzi used to be a thief. He only knew that he took advantage of his brother-in-law's influence and drank and drank with others. But he didn't expect that when something happened, he turned out to be a man. I would have known that he had fought with him before. , I won’t throw him into the manure pit.”

Some people also sneered: "What kind of man? That's because he has a Dinghun Pill in his mouth."

“The entrance to the Dinghun Pill locks up his life. Even if you cut him into eight pieces, he won’t feel any pain.”

“In the beginning, he was able to break the opponent’s spell and boil the water because he held the soul-fixing pill in his mouth, blew out the fire, and the soul came out of his mouth, blowing the magic fire into soul fire.”

“Later on, when he entered the oil pan, he relied on the effect of the Soul-fixing Pill to hold him up. As long as he didn’t speak, he wouldn’t die no matter how much he was fried..."

“But when he got off the ring and called him brother-in-law, his spirit disappeared and he died.”

"It's a pity that after using this soul-fixing pill once, the magic power on it will dissipate, and it will take a long time to maintain. Otherwise, we will win these ten battles easily."

   …”

After the show, Hu Ma also asked Manager Xu about the Soul-Defending Pill, and then he understood Sun Niuzi's strange behavior in the ring. The entrance to the Soul-Dinging Pill was cursed, and Sun Niuzi had also been manipulated. Even if I wanted to go back on my word, I couldn't.

Even thinking about it, that Young Master Lu used people to refine treasures, maybe he also wanted to use puppets to come to power and win this time.

 Now that they have won this round, both sides have four wins and are tied, and the focus is on the last two rounds.

Now both sides are already at their best, and they are almost fighting it out.

Generally speaking, the situation is worse than what the Red Lantern Lady would have expected. This kind of fighting is a battle for the foundation and the loyalty of the people under both sides.

The Red Lantern Lady Club is the largest blood food gang in Mingzhou Prefecture. Logically speaking, there are many talented people, and they are far stronger than the Tsing Yi Gang. They should have taken the advantage long ago. They are still tied in the eighth formation, which shows that the Tsing Yi Gang has done this this time. The skill is extremely profound.

Hu Ma felt a little regretful.

Had I known it earlier, I should have come here and taken a good look at this fighting style. I guess I could see a lot of new things and learn more about it.

 Now I can only ask. Although I can understand a little bit, it is still not as clear as myself.

That night, after Yang Gong got off duty, they made an appointment to have a drink together. Yang Gong introduced a group of Zihongxiang disciples to each other. Both parties drank to their heart's content. Then Huma returned to the house where Manager Xu stayed and tidied up. We found a side room and slept in a makeshift room.

By the next day, everyone had forgotten about Sun Niuzi and only cared about the fight this night.

Everyone wants to know what kind of rules the Red Lantern Lady, the only female shopkeeper among the seventeen shopkeepers, will draw for the other party, and whether it will be broken by the other party.

Among the speculations, some people even joked: "How easy it is for the flower shopkeeper to win, just see if the other party is a man, and directly compete with the other party to have children... It takes longer to have children, and it is better than sleeping with a man!"

 Another person chuckled: "It's a sure win if you give birth to a child, but not necessarily if you sleep with a man."

 “How do you know that you can’t sleep with a man if you’re a man?”

   …”

                             

 A group of people hated the cold and immediately stayed away from this laughing person.

At night, something surprising happened again. The flower shopkeeper got on the stage after listening to the gongs and drums, but he directly had a pair of embroidered cloth about ten feet long hung on the stage and covered it with a curtain first.

Then he turned around, facing the direction of the Tsing Yi Gang, and said with a smile: "We are a woman's family and don't understand how you men fight and kill. When I heard about this grand event, I hurriedly embroidered a picture for both sides." Let’s take a look, gentlemen…”

“It’s just that we don’t know how to count. As we embroider over and over again, we forget to count.”

"Master Qingyi, who can come up and count us? How many people are there in this painting?"

   …”

 She said it very politely, but no one in the Tsing Yi Gang really dared to be careless.

An old man with a gray beard came on stage, smiled and arched his hands to Shopkeeper Hua, and said: "Then please ask Shopkeeper Liangliang!"

The flower shopkeeper smiled and opened the curtain.

Everyone in the audience could clearly see that it was indeed an embroidered cloth with landscape corridors and pavilions on it. Of course, it looked like an old thing and was not temporarily embroidered as she said.

 Of course this is not important, what is important is how many people are there.

But when the people in the audience saw this, they didn't understand it even more. The picture was not small. There were people sitting or lying on it. It was clear that there were seven in total.

But here's the surprising part. The old man from the Tsing Yi Gang who came on stage looked at the embroidered cloth with his eyes wide open and wiped his eyes hard. It seemed that he couldn't see clearly. Everyone in the audience was already anxious to remind him. He did, but he didn't say a word.

Just as he looked more and more, his head stretched forward. He staggered and took a step, but quickly took it back.

Shopkeeper Hua smiled and said, "It's okay. I'll take a closer look. If it doesn't work, I can just touch it with my hands."

Since the shopkeeper said it, he didn't break the rules by stepping forward. The old man hurriedly took two steps closer, but he still couldn't see clearly. In the end, his eyes almost touched the cloth.

His eyes were bloodshot, but he still looked confused. Everyone in the audience could see it so clearly, but he just couldn't tell the answer, which made some people wonder if he was faking it. . "Haha, Shopkeeper Hua has taken out the soul-stirring picture, and things will be stable for a while."

The manager next to him, Mr. Xu, recognized him and smiled while stroking his long beard.

 “Charming Souls, which sect does this belong to?”

Hu Ma was slightly curious and had a vague understanding of the ability of these shopkeepers to offer sacrifices.

“We don’t know what it is specifically.”

Manager Xu explained in a low voice: "I only know that it was passed down to her by the mistress of Manager Hua. She is a female prostitute and has no ability to watch the year. She can control the people below. She can look after such a big village for us at the Red Lantern Club. Thanks to this treasure..."

"There are many rumors about this treasure. It is said that one year, there was also a demon who entangled a group of bandits and broke into her peony farm, trying to steal her blood and food. She thought she couldn't stop it, so she Expand this picture, trap everyone in Zhuangzi, wait for three days before going in, then in Zhuangzi..."

“…blood flowed like a river, and none of the corpses were intact. There was other people’s flesh in each other’s mouths.”

   …”

Hu Ma listened and thought about the scene for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.

It seems that this flower shopkeeper is the kind of person who does not rely on his own abilities or skills, but relies on a treasure to travel around the world.

 “Really...can you touch it?”

At this moment in the ring, the old man from the Tsing Yi Gang had his eyes wide open and could not see clearly.

His eyes were already bloodshot, and even seeing other things was blurry. With a trembling voice, he asked the flower shopkeeper.

Shopkeeper Hua smiled: "Of course, you can touch it. If it gets dirty, I will wash it off myself."

There was another commotion among the people in the audience, worried that the flower shopkeeper was too big-hearted. This is a piece of embroidery, not a painting. The characters on it are all protruding from the picture. Can't they be touched by touch?

Due to the rules of fighting, no one can say anything after taking the stage and can only watch patiently.

Sure enough, I saw the old man in front of the embroidery painting. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and went up to explore.

 “One, two…”

While he was groping for it, he reported the number and felt a little calm. Sure enough, he could figure it out.

But as he counted more and more, his body seemed to be struggling, and one arm kept shaking. The flower shopkeeper on the other side had a smile on his face, but as he counted more and more, he couldn't help but Get worried.

By the time the opponent had counted the fifth person, his body was shaking slightly. Countless people from the Tsing Yi Gang stood up and stared at the stage.

But no one expected that when the old man touched the sixth person, he seemed to be drunk. He said the word "six" in a trembling voice, and then continued to touch forward, his fingers had already touched The seventh person made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

 “Soul treasure.”

At Hu Ma's table, Manager Xu and others could only stare with wide eyes, full of concern, but unable to see through the doorway.

On the other hand, the old abacus who had tricked Hu Ma into taking two blood food pills suddenly suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"This thing in the hand of Lady Hua is a magic weapon used by ghosts. There are evil spirits living in it. It looks like the people from the Tsing Yi Gang are touching the embroidery pattern with their hands, but in fact it is the evil spirit in the picture that is devouring his life. , it’s like being hit on the forehead by seven evil spirits in the middle of the night and blowing on him.”

"Whether he can win this battle depends on whether his life can last until the seventh embroidered statue is found..."

   …”

Everyone at the table glanced at him, but they didn't expect that he was actually a knowledgeable person, or maybe they had heard someone talk about him earlier, but at this critical moment, no one had time to ask more questions.

 On both sides of the arena, the whole place was silent, just waiting for him to say the word "seven".

 But at this moment, his body swayed slightly, and he fell down silently like a broken piece of wood.

  The person has died, and died silently.

Old Abacus sighed lowly and shook his head slowly: "After all, one person still can't defeat the seven evil ghosts in the picture. There is nothing we can do about it. The man who can hold on for so long is already a rare expert in Taoism. "

“I think he must be an expert secretly hired by the Tsing Yi Gang, just to catch him by surprise and win for a while.”

“However, there is nothing that can be done about it. No matter how high-minded he is, he will still suffer a big loss in this kind of fighting, and he will be wasting his life.”

“The Tsing Yi Gang actually made the wrong move. If a young and strong man went into battle, even if he was not as good as him, he would still have a chance to count to the last man..."

   …”

Hearing this, Hu Ma and others felt their hearts sinking.

This Tsing Yi red light fight is really full of pitfalls at every step. Who would have thought that the Tsing Yi gang would almost win another one by force without saying a word?

On the ring, Shopkeeper Hua showed a smile on his face, raised his hand to roll up the embroidery cloth, and said to the old man on the ground:

 “I’ve accepted your old age.”

   …”

I thought to myself: "My bottom is exposed in front of so many people. I need to find another person to embroider it before I can continue to use it."

 (End of this chapter)