In the blink of an eye, the body of the ox-nosed beast began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, even the bones melted away completely, leaving only a pool of yellow-brown corpse fluid that slowly seeped into the ground.
This Maoshan disciple Chen Yuande actually disappeared from the world just like that.
I was horrified by what I saw. If this group of people killed Fatty and I here and then sprinkled the powder on us, I'm afraid even Qingzi wouldn't be able to find where we are.
The old man glanced at me, and a rather amusing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "He is actually a Maoshan sect disciple. What deep hatred does this person have against you that made you do such a cruel thing?"
The fat man made a bitter face and laughed dryly: "Big brother, you are joking. We don't know anything about this Maoshan Sect. My brother and I were out selling pigs, and I don't know what happened. How did this pig become a human? Tell me!"
The old man smiled and said, "Don't think you can get away with it by pretending to be stupid." His voice was deep and slightly hoarse, which was pleasant to hear. But to my ears, it sounded worse than the sound of a steel saw. Damn it, this time it was really bad, I don't know where these people came from, not only did he discover the secret of the "Painted Skin", but he also recognized that the dead person was a Maoshan Taoist priest!
I knew I couldn't fool him this time, so I forced myself to stay calm and said, "If you kill this Taoist priest, his fellow disciples will be here soon, why don't you run for your lives!"
The old man chuckled and said, "You were the ones who killed this man. Why are you blaming us? Besides, even if those Maoshan people come to our door, this man has no bones left. Who else can they go to?"
"There is a secret method in Maoshan. This big guy killed someone and is now haunted by resentment. No matter where you run, the people from Maoshan will find you! I advise you to run for your lives as soon as possible."
The old man smiled, pointed at the scimitar in the big man's hand, and said, "You kid, do you know what this knife is called? Do you know how many souls have died under this knife?"
When I heard this, I couldn't help but take another look at the pitch-black scimitar, and I couldn't help but feel horrified. From the tone of the old man, this scimitar must be a lethal blade. This man seems to be very knowledgeable, what is his background?
"Tell me, who sewed this painted skin?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about. What do you mean by painting skins and eggs? I can only draw mushrooms." I was determined and refused to give in. The fat man probably guessed what I was thinking and played dumb.
The old man said, "Leng Feng, come here."
The thin young man answered vaguely and took a few steps towards us. At this time, I could see his appearance clearly, and my heart couldn't help but skip a beat. This man only had half of his face, and the other half was covered with scars, which looked extremely hideous. The wound looked like a burn. I have seen many burned bodies, and this kind of burn can be easily distinguished.
The man walked up to the fat man and me with an expressionless face. My eyes blurred and I felt a pain on my head. I saw that the man had a few more hairs in his hand. I saw that two of them were yellow and obviously came from the fat man's bald head. The fat man didn't have many hairs to begin with, and this time two of them were pulled out at once. I guess it was painful enough for him.
The man with the yin-yang face pulled our hairs and put them in his mouth, chewing them slowly. The fat man and I looked at each other, wondering what this man was doing. I had never seen anyone eat hair before.
"Got it." The man with the yin-yang face finished chewing, spat out the hair, and walked towards the direction we came from. The old man smiled and gestured to the big man . I suddenly felt a pain in my neck. It turned out that the big man grabbed me and lifted me up. The fat man was not much better. He weighed at least 200 pounds. He was held in the hands of the big man, just like a piece of rag.
The man with the yin-yang face walked in front without saying a word, his steps were very fast. The big man was tall and had long legs, so he could walk a long way with one step. The old man, on the other hand, walked slowly and leisurely, but somehow he was able to follow us steadily.
"Where...where are you taking us?" the fat man yelled, spitting. He was being held by the neck and his body was heavy, and he was being strangled to the point of being unable to bear it.
As soon as I saw it, I shouted to the old man, "Put us down quickly, we can walk on our own!"
"Let them down."
After hearing the old man's order, the big man responded and threw us to the ground.
"Hurry up and catch up!" The big man's voice sounded like thunder above our heads. In order to avoid being carried away, the fat man and I had to speed up and follow the yin-yang-faced man.
After walking for a while , I felt something was wrong. I had already passed through the street and arrived in the wild. If I walked further, I would reach the funeral home!
How did these people know where we came from? More precisely, how did the man with the yin-yang face who was leading the way know where we came from?
Just chewing a few strands of hair? I found it incredible, but soon, the fat man and I turned pale because we were getting closer and closer to the funeral home.
Yin Yang Face was walking very fast in front of us. In just a few moments, we had already arrived in front of the closed iron door of the funeral home. The fat man and I looked at each other and saw that his face was pale, full of panic and fear. Although I couldn't see mine, it was probably not much different.
The yin-yang-faced man turned around and glanced at the old man, then returned to his side and stood with his head bowed. The big man stepped forward, without knocking on the door, and swung the exquisite little curved knife in his hand, and the iron lock was cut off silently.
"What are you doing? Why did you break my door lock!" I shouted, hoping that Boss Ma and the others could hear the sound and be prepared.
The big man ignored him, opened his hands and pushed the iron door open.
"Let's go." The old man ordered, and several people flanked the fat man and me and filed in. Damn, this was the first time I entered the house in broad daylight, and it was under such circumstances.
After walking a few steps, I saw several figures appear in front of me. It was Boss Ma leading a few other people. They probably heard my shout.
The old man rolled his one eye, looked at the three people, and said coldly, "Is there anything you want to ask?"
The old man put his hands behind his back and looked around at the scenery. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect that there is such a good place in this small Tan City. The yin energy is steaming, but it doesn't hurt people. Good means and good layout." Looking at Boss Ma and others, he said, "It seems that this funeral home is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."
Ma Laodao said: "This guest is joking. Who would be willing to beg for food in this damn place if they have the ability?"
The old man chuckled and said, "I really like this place. I wonder if you are willing to sell it to me. The price is negotiable."
Boss Ma also chuckled and said, "If you want to have fun, please go somewhere else. We only do business with dead people here."
The old man put his hands behind his back, paced a few steps in the yard, and said, "No hurry. If your hall wants someone dead, it's easy. It can be done at any time, don't you think?"
Boss Ma laughed and said, "That's true. What advice does this guest have?"
The old man paced, still admiring the layout of the courtyard, and said lightly: "I want to meet the master who can paint skin."
As soon as the old man said this, I saw the muscular man and others behind Boss Ma all changed their expressions, and they all looked at me and the fat man with doubtful eyes. What else could I do? I could only stick my lips out at them and squint my eyes. As for what they could see, only God knows.
Boss Ma's expression remained unchanged, but his blind grey eye was slightly red. He smiled, revealing all the wrinkles on his face. He said, "You are such a joker. We have quite a few boasters here, but as for Painted Skin, we have never even heard of it."
The old man smiled slightly, without saying anything, and just glanced at me.
I cursed in my heart, but I also knew that these people were mysterious and difficult to deal with, so I walked up and pulled Boss Ma aside. Lion Head immediately followed me, with cold sweat on his forehead.