I'm in Wudang god catcher

Chapter 33

"Second brother is so powerful, I admire him!"

Jin Yichuan walked over with a smile.

"Ghost King" Xu Ruowu once commented that Lu Jianxing is a lion, Shen Lian is a demigod and half ghost, and Jin Yichuan is a sleepy tiger, naive and harmless to humans and animals.

Anyone can touch it, anyone can provoke it, even touch a tiger's ass.

Jin Yichuan neither evaded nor objected.

He is just smiling and cheerful, covering up all his emotions with a smile, even the weakest kittens, puppies and rabbits will not be wary of him.

Then, one hit kills.

Shen Lian smiled wryly and said: "Fart Xionghu, you are still talking sarcasticly at this time, when this matter is over, I will definitely beat you up, remember to wash your ass clean!"

Jin Yichuan didn't continue this topic, because Shen Lian was definitely not interested in his ass.

Jin Yichuan asked curiously: "Second brother, what is so weird about these Langshan bandits? Why are they not afraid of injury or death? What the hell is this?"

When Shen Lian heard this, his eyes narrowed and he made a murderous gesture: "Don't ask about this matter. I will explain it to you later. All these corpses will be cremated."

"Frustrated? So vicious?"

The thinking of ancient people and modern people is different.

Modern people are accustomed to cremation, but in ancient times they advocated the preservation of the whole body. Cremation is equivalent to destroying bones and ashes.

There are no three generations of feuds, and this is generally not the case.

Shen Lian used to "do as the Romans do" in the past, but for these poisonous insects in Langshan, Shen Lian could only do so.

"You go buy some quicklime and use lime to destroy all, and I mean all, their belongings, especially the powder or paste.

The bodies were gathered together and cremated.

When cremating, use lime to surround the corpse into a large circle. After lighting the fire, leave immediately, prepare more dry firewood, and come back after burning. "

Shen Lian's arrangements were very detailed, more detailed than Dongchang's method of destroying corpses and traces. Jin Yichuan even felt that this was not destroying corpses and traces, but destroying the devil.

What kind of devil is it that deserves Shen Lian's attention?Could it be possible to destroy the world?
Although Jin Yichuan didn't understand, but Shen Lian's expression was so serious, he would naturally choose to follow suit. Anyway, Dongchang has a very bad reputation, and he doesn't care about taking a few scapegoats.

"What about after it's done?"

"After disposing of the corpse, you follow me to Langshan. This is the most suitable thing for you to do."

"what's up?"

"Do the same thing as here!"

"I do everything, what do you do?"

"I am seriously injured, and I need to recuperate for three months."

Shen Lian waved his hand, turned around and left, but just now he pushed too hard, his footsteps were flimsy, and he staggered uncontrollably, Feng Siniang hurriedly stretched out his hand to support her.

"Such a serious injury, but still so brave!"

Feng Siniang said dissatisfied.

"It's not a serious injury, it's just a little out of strength."

Shen Lian's injuries were not serious, but body-training warriors were the most rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and recovered from trauma very quickly. During the recovery process, they encountered a strong enemy's surprise attack, and they were able to seal their injuries to meet the enemy.

"If you dare to be brave again, you will go back!"

"I don't try to be brave, can you carry me?"

"I can carry you back!"

Saying that, Feng Siniang grabbed Shen Lian, as if carrying a pole, carried Shen Lian to the side, threw it on her mount, and rode back with her.

From a distance, it looked like a certain female bandit who went down the mountain and snatched a villager. Shen Lian was well versed in the teachings of the old seniors, so she covered her face with a bamboo hat.

Shen Lian: o(╥﹏╥)o
When Shen Lian finished Dongfang Qingmu, Yang Zheng had already arrived in front of Di Qinglin.

Di Qinglin was dressed luxuriously and elegantly, while Yang Zheng was wearing a shabby police uniform with sharp eyes.

"This is not my Marquis Mansion, but my small courtyard to cool off in summer. It's not luxurious, but it's better than cleanliness. You are the first policeman who can enter this room."

Di Qinglin didn't show off in any way.

Because there's no point in showing off.

Di Qinglin knew very well that even if he used gold to cast a house, Yang Zheng wouldn't care.

What's more, at this moment, the extremely luxurious Hou's mansion at home should have been sealed up by Lu Jianxing's Jinyiwei, and the glory and wealth have long since disappeared.

At this time, Di Qinglin was like a peacock that had lost its feathers. If he insisted on opening his tail, not only would he not have any sense of beauty, but his dirty dung door would be exposed instead.

Yang Zheng looked directly at Di Qinglin without even blinking: "I just want to ask you, is Sisi dead? Did you replace the escort Yin?"

"Why did you ask Sisi first? Is a wandering kabuki more important than silver? With 180 million taels of silver, what kind of kabuki cannot be bought?"

"I think human life is more important than money."

"Your thoughts are very similar to Shen Lian's fierce beast. They are all deviant."

Di Qinglin smiled and said: "Sisi is very beautiful and smart. If she hadn't been so smart, I would have really wanted to keep her. This is a sad story."

Di Qinglin did not lie.

He doesn't bother to lie!

Disdain to lie in front of Yang Zheng!

The purpose of fabricating lies, if not to please the other party, is to protect oneself.

If the heart completely despises a person, if the person will die soon, then there is no reason to lie to him, so why lie?

"You killed her?"

"To be precise, she is still alive. I will kill such a smart and beautiful girl very slowly. I will keep her face and youth."

Di Qinglin smiled and said: "If you can kill me as quickly as possible, then you have a chance to save her, so are you ready?"

Yang Zheng said: "If you don't tell me, I don't have any evidence. I can't arrest you without evidence."

Di Qinglin shook his head: "Even if you find evidence, Shen Lian is the one who can arrest me. You are not qualified to arrest me, and the evidence will become false."

"But you gave me a chance, because you are too proud, you can't show weakness to me."

"That's right, please do it!"

Even in the battle of life and death, Di Qinglin still behaved politely, and even said "please".

It's just that he said "please take action", but actually meant "please go to hell"!
Yang Zheng's death was exchanged for his own rebirth.

Di Qinglin felt the "catastrophe". If he could survive this calamity and shed his skin and be reborn, the green-scaled python would be able to grow claws and sharp horns and ride on the wind to transform into a dragon.

This was the most important battle in his life, no matter how Furui Wubo's mood was, he became very nervous because of it, and sweat even leaked from his palms.

He originally wanted to use a sword, but at this time, he decided to use a sword, because he is most familiar with swords, and he has practiced swords much longer than swords, and he is more familiar with swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship has been engraved in his bones.

He has controlled the sword as he pleases, thinking in his heart that where the sword's edge is, there will be the sword's edge.

Not half a point higher, not half a point shorter, not half a point left, not half a point right, he hoped that the tip of the sword would reach Yang Zheng's Quchi acupoint, so he would hit the Quchi acupoint.

Weird and unpredictable angle!
Lightning-fast speed!

Extremely precise control!
Exquisite sword moves!
No matter how you look at it, Di Qinglin has a reason to win. In less than three seconds after the start of the battle, he drew seven wounds on Yang Zheng's body, and the sword that hit Yang Zheng's Quchi point made Yang Zheng's side numb even more. .

The blood stained Yang Zheng's clothes red, and Yang Zheng was on the verge of falling from the blood loss, and he couldn't hold the parting hook anymore.

Time to end!

This thought flashed in Di Qinglin's mind, and the sword pierced Yang Zheng's throat. Yang Zheng's vision was already blurred, and he didn't know how to hide.

"laugh!"

Blood splashes!
The sword pierced Yang Zheng's left shoulder!

It wasn't that Di Qinglin wanted to torture Yang Zheng, and it wasn't that the stabbing wasn't precise enough, but that Yang Zheng couldn't stand upright and fell sideways, just avoiding the fatal blow.

Di Qinglin was startled, and was about to draw out his sword to make another move when he suddenly felt pain.

It was a strange pain, it was a feeling like never before, it was the call of death.

The sharp hook wrapped around his arm and pierced his throat from an unnatural angle.

"This... uh..."

Di Qinglin wanted to ask why, but he no longer had the strength to speak. Yang Zheng understood what he was thinking, and solved his doubts with the remaining strength.

"On the way here, I met Ying Wuwu, fought with him, and saw this sword technique."

"Haha... good... poof..."

Di Qinglin vomited blood, and the dead body fell to the ground!

He never dreamed that his encouragement to Ying Wuwu would actually guide Yang Zheng.

He didn't even expect that the cautious defense against the enemy would become his own life-threatening talisman.
——Time and fate!
Yang Zheng fell to the ground with a wry smile, and took out the golden sore medicine given by Shen Lian to bandage the wound. Just after dressing the wound, when he wanted to find someone, the door was suddenly opened.

The leader was dressed in a flying fish suit, tall and mighty, with a cold look in his eyes, it was Lu Jianxing!

It's not to grab credit, but to help take the blame.

Di Qinglin's pot, Yang Zheng can't bear it!

(End of this chapter)