Fu Canglu

Chapter 444 Death of the Puppet Master ([-])

Hou Qing's expression was dull.

At this time, the bottom of my heart is quite different from the expression on my face, all kinds of thoughts are turning sharply in my heart, twists and turns.

During the days when the patriarch of the devil way was sitting in the dojo of ghosts, he thought countless times, how many obstacles he would encounter when he came back to the world?

The world outside has changed.

But if you do something against the heavens, you will die for a lifetime. If you are not cautious enough, even if you step beyond the unspeakable realm of a great master, if you make a wrong step, you will die ten times and have no life.

The art of controlling strings in the magic way, with exquisite mind and keen intuition.

Hou Qing squinted her eyes, and thought back and forth countless times, but still couldn't pick out the clue that made her feel horrified from her mind.

Be puzzled.

The only clue to clarify the source of the uneasiness is probably that the descendant of the puppet master in front of him has made a deal on the table from the very beginning.

If there is a way to kill this noisy and humble human being, Hou Qing will never tolerate him living a second breath under his nose.

Don't let Zhong Er say the first sentence.

You won't have this weird feeling of being on your back now.

With his back to the stele, Hou Qing had already confirmed that the porcelain boy Zhong Er in front of him did not have the slightest actual combat ability. He had a few excellent opportunities before, so he made up his mind to expose the deadly part to Zhong Er, and the door was wide open. At that time, the patriarch regretted his slightly reckless actions countless times. If Zhong Er really made a move, then he had no choice but to admit defeat.

In a silent gamble, the two of them knew each other well, but the ending was silent and silent, but it seemed extraordinarily thrilling.

Hou Qing finally turned around, her face was pretending to be dull, her back was already wet with cold sweat, but there was something different in the eyes she was looking at Zhong Er at this moment.

Like a subtle appreciation, but also like an imperceptible fear.

Within the space of the stele, there is a master of demonic ways and a young human genius. They look at each other, one expressionless, and the other smiling, but they both know each other well. At that time, every sentence and every word of the two of them was the silent unfolding, collision, confrontation, and game of string control.

Control the strings, control the heart.

A tree lives for a thousand years to become a spirit, and a person lives for a thousand years to become a demon.

Hou Qing, who had become a demon countless years ago, really understood what "great wisdom is like a fool", so he was able to rely on the trick of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, cheating and abducting, and finally killing people with a knife, shattering that Taixu According to legend, the small half of the soul of a person.

Conspiracy and conspiracy, small calculations, big calculations.

A conspiracy is not as good as a conspiracy. The deal that Zhong Er made was a conspiracy.

Hou Qing even did not hesitate to reveal his flaws, hoping that Zhong Er would take action and turn this conspiracy into a conspiracy.

It's a pity that the young second master of the Zhong family pretended not to know how to maintain a floating posture, with his hands behind his head, a lazy and undisciplined look, extremely clever "not to take the bait", but continued to "lure" with a smile: "Master Patriarch, You have also seen that sword. I have a way to control the string and pull it out. This is my bargaining chip. I don’t want much. I just want the torso of a great master of my master. You want King’s Landing In the world, we don't conflict with each other, we help each other, and then you walk your Yangguan way, and I cross my single-plank bridge. How about it?"

Hou Qing slowly closed his eyes.

Time seems to slow down in a moment.

The patriarch of the demon way slowly opened and closed his eyes twice.

Eyes closed for the first time.

He was thinking about the person opposite, what exactly did he want?
Zhong Er's strength is indeed not enough to control the great practitioner who is a great master in the South China Sea, and what he has done now, deviating from the scriptures, deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors, and rebelling against the way, are indeed in line with his requirements.

What he wants is the body of the South China Sea Chess Master.

There is also the follow-up Great Freedom, Great Freedom, and Great Master Realm, which can indeed enjoy all the romance in the world.

Then open your eyes.

Hou Qing looked into Zhong Er's eyes.

The young second master of the Zhong family was laughing unscrupulously, looking deliberate and exaggerated.

A pair of eyes are extremely calm, like water without ripples.

Hou Qing suddenly thought of a very important clue.

Among the many souls I have absorbed, there are many desires, the most of which is to seek longevity.

Seeking longevity, not dying.

There are many people in the world who are willing to fall into the gates of hell, and use their whole body of cultivation to exchange for the days where people can't see the light, and what they want is to survive.

The time in the ghost gate is endless, and when I really break through a certain threshold, I think about returning to the world one day.

Immortality is a desire that no one can escape.

Zhong Er in front of him is also a human being.

Hou Qing tried hard to look into Zhong Er's eyes, he wanted to see something from those eyes.

The living dead, the dying.

"Click" sound.

Hou Qing saw in those eyes, a piece of dead ashes, about to rekindle.

Yes.

He got it.

No matter what the person in front of him is planning or doing, the snake-shaped journey along the way is weird and unpredictable. In the end, all he wants is to survive.

He wants to come alive.

To survive.

So the one who survived was just him.

Such a lunatic, a person who controls strings and hearts, and is domineering, how can he be willing to just be a dying person, who will collapse with this space at some point, and finally die without a trace, annihilated into dust?

Hou Qing remained expressionless and closed his eyes for the second time.

Before controlling the strings and the mind, one must see people's hearts clearly.

It should be known that following the trend is [-] times more time-saving and labor-saving than going against the path, and it is also [-] times more difficult.

The difficulty lies in how to turn going against the road into following the trend.

Hou Qing began to think about every word that Zhong Er said, and every word that had not been thought about, which would lead to the exposure of the true intention, was brought out at this moment, and turned into tiny stars in the vast sea of ​​souls, circling around.

When the Little Highness's Zhu Lian phase started to be deduced, there were such abnormal phases in the Purple Mansion.

Most of the extraordinary practitioners who have truly reached the indescribable realm are familiar with the technique of deduction, seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, so the purple mansion is always filled with indescribable majestic power. If you take that step, even if your cultivation level falls to the bottom one day , at least it can guarantee the vastness of the mind, even if it falls to the lower limit, it is still infinitely mysterious to outsiders.

Hou Qing is deducing the subsequent scene.

draw sword.

string control.

kill.

out of trouble.

Zhong Er helped him draw the sword, and then he helped Zhong Er control the string, and then used the body of the great master in the South China Sea to kill people, and finally escaped.

Four steps.

At this moment, Hou Qing only felt that if these four steps were really taken, it would be a veritable murderous step by step.

As long as there is a missing step in one step, I will die, and I will never recover.

But what Zhong Er said was right, the patriarch of the demonic way knew very well that it was extremely difficult to get out of the ghost gate, and there was no second way in front of him if he went against the sky.

Hou Qing didn't deduce how he should get out of trouble.

His mind is like a monster, like a snake, like a scorpion, and he hits the nail on the head.

He was deducing Zhong Er's real purpose.

Where does this young man who seems to have a conspiracy really want to live forever?
Does Zhong Er really want his master's body?

Hou Qing slowly opened his eyes.

The technique of deduction exhausted a lot of energy, and after opening the eyes for the second time, the time returned to normal.

The master of the devil turned around inadvertently, and when he opened his eyes, he happened to see the cracking stone tablet.

With his back to Zhong Er, he put all his thoughts on this stele.

Hou Qing pursed his lips tightly.

He tried to sound understatement: "I'll draw your sword for you."

The patriarch of the demon way has already caused an uproar in his heart, and he tried his best to restrain his heart lake.

He seemed to have guessed what Zhong Er was planning.

This is, indeed, a blatant conspiracy.

The moment the word "drawing the sword" was said, the original deduction technique was over, but Hou Qing's pupils shrank slightly as if there was a consonance.

Draw your sword!

He suddenly thought of the most critical point of the situation.

Zhong Er said so many words to himself, what was the reason for?
Why did he outline the steps so clearly?
Draw cakes to satisfy hunger.

Wang Mei quenches thirst.

Zhong Er said so much to himself, but he just wanted to draw his sword.

This is the critical first step.

It is also an inevitable step.

Zhong Er wanted to draw his sword by himself.

Hou Qing was dripping with cold sweat.

The young second master of the Zhong family looked at Hou Qing thoughtfully, still smiling, and narrowed his eyes slowly, noticing that the patriarch of the Demon Dao was really focused on the stone tablet at the moment, and did not control it carefully as before. Don't beware of your own back.

What did he find?
Or guess what?
Zhong Er shook his head.

It's just a breath away from when I just opened my mouth.

Due to his cultivation, Zhong Er didn't know that the great practitioners in this world could actually perform mental deduction.

So he didn't think that the master of the devil way could guess what he was thinking.

Even if Zhong Er knows that Hou Qing can exert mental energy.

He also didn't think that the ancestor of the devil's way of controlling strings could win the bet with him.

Zhong Er said softly: "Master Patriarch, when I control the string later, the shape of the sword will be revealed, you have to hold the hilt and pull it out for me."

Hou Qing didn't look back, just smiled and hummed lightly.

Zhong Er raised his eyebrows, he was hovering behind Houqing, he couldn't see the expression of the master of the devil way, it was completely different from his lowered voice and soft and delicate smile.

The face is full of viciousness, and the snake and scorpion are indifferent.

Hou Qing slowly stretched out his hand, almost touching the stone tablet.

Zhong Er had already started to control the string, and the shape of that illusory sword gradually emerged.

Zhong Er's lips moved slightly, as if he was muttering something silently.

Hou Qing was half mocking and half joking in his heart, his fingers stayed in front of the sword hilt, more than a foot, and did not reach forward again.

He didn't know if the person behind him had heard of a saying that was widely circulated among the puppet masters.

Zhong Er restrained his smile, and slowly recited that sentence silently in his heart.

"Your eyes can deceive you, your ears can deceive you."

"So don't believe what you see and don't believe what you hear."

"Because these are what I let you see and hear."

(End of this chapter)