Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 9: Secret Book of the Netherworld, Plum Blossom Needle
The tomb is in the north, north of Luoyang city.
But such a burial place has a very beautiful name.
Forest of flowers.
I think it is because those flowers and plants use corpses as nutrients, so they can always bloom very beautifully and for a long time. Even when winter is almost approaching, we can still smell the fragrance of flowers. Before the flowers fade, the winter plum blossoms bloom again, surpassing all the flowers. Therefore, the flowers are ever-blooming all year round.
The moon is at its zenith.
Li Muchan had sweat on his forehead and his face was pale. Probably because he ran too fast, some of the wounds on his body that had already scabbed over were torn open again, especially the one on his chest, which caused him to feel a dull pain from time to time.
He had walked this road countless times, but never as painful as it is now.
The shadows of the mountains loomed, the moon was hazy, and he was the only one walking quickly on the desolate mountain path.
There were no more chirping of insects or birds around, and the silence was eerie.
Murderous intention!!
Even though he didn't know martial arts, he could already feel a chill that seemed to be tangible and penetrate his skin. It spread all over the place, in all directions, and followed him closely, like a cancer attached to his bones.
Li Muchan no longer cared because he was sure that these people would not kill him now.
But this feeling made all his muscles tremble uncontrollably.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Li Muchan finally saw lights on a low hill in the distance, floating out from between the leaves and trees.
He panted and exerted force on his feet, and rushed towards the Hundred Flowers Forest, then ran into the wooden hut. He grabbed the old cripple's shoulders in the face of his doubts, and said with a trembling face of fear: "There is a ghost... There is a ghost chasing me."
The old cripple was sitting lazily in front of the wooden table, leaving a table full of chicken bones. His mouth was full of grease from eating and his body was full of alcohol. Hearing this, he laughed out loud: "You are still so timid, you have fallen to the point of living in a tomb, and you are still afraid of ghosts?"
Seeing Li Muchan gasping for breath and looking pale, the old cripple's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain, then he burped, picked up the wine gourd and walked out, shouting in a slightly drunken state: "Where are the ghosts? Look, I got rid of them all."
As soon as the man walked out of the door, the footsteps suddenly faded away and there was no movement outside the door.
Li Muchan sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes becoming gloomy. While the other party was leaving, he took out the things in his arms.
It was a long sandalwood box with not much in it.
There was a rolled-up book and a strange object, a dark iron tube, about seven inches long and an inch wide, with many honeycomb-like holes on one end.
There was bloodshed outside the window again.
Li Muchan's hands were trembling as he carefully opened the book. His eyes were already wide open as he watched the dancing and swaying lights.
[Since you have already bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, you should become my sworn brother. The book is the "Ghost Secret Manual" that was not passed down by the "Ghost Sect" in the past. It is an evil and miraculous skill, sinister and treacherous. It does not require any foundation. It takes the cold and yin corpse energy to become strong. The progress is very fast, and it will go by leaps and bounds every day. The weapon is the "Plum Blossom Needle" that made the "Plum Blossom Thief" famous in the past. The tip of the needle is tempered with a strange poison, and it is activated by the mechanism at the end of the barrel... With these two items, I will first try to protect myself, and then get the "Luofu Secret Record", so that I can fulfill my trust...]
Seeing this, his originally trembling pupils gradually calmed down, as if relieved of a heavy burden, and his pale face gradually regained some color, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
"Ghost Gate?"
In the past, the ghosts of Yinshan Mountain were rampant in the world. Their notoriety was so great that it frightened the gods and ghosts. Both the black and white people retreated in fear until the "King of Jiuzhou" Shen Tianjun and the heads of the seven major sword sects fought a decisive battle with them in Yinshan Mountain, and finally they were completely wiped out.
Later, the "Ghost Secret Book" was obtained by the "Ghost Palace Master" Bai Feifei, who commanded a group of ghosts and became notorious.
As for the "Plum Blossom Needle", the case of the "Plum Blossom Thief" back then involved a lot of things. This person's martial arts might not be top-notch, but relying solely on the "Plum Blossom Needle", he was able to make all the martial arts masters shudder at the mere mention of it, and his power can be seen from this.
He slowly calmed his breath and put the two objects close to his body. As expected, Knife Twelve was indeed entrusted with an important task and had a backup plan.
Ghost Secret Score.
Evil power? Compared to being alive, what is evil power?
In fact, there is also a mystery behind the white silk left by Dao Twelve.
The "Luofu Secret Record" mentioned above is placed under the statue of the deity, but since it has been informed in advance, why is it necessary to bow three times and kowtow nine times?
Because this is to prevent another result. If it is not him who gets the white silk, or if he does not follow the will and is only interested in the divine power, then he is not worthy of trust, and what is buried under the statue must be something deadly.
"Eight sworn brothers!"
Li Muchan sat on the bed, murmuring these four words.
Dao Twelve should also be gambling, the reason for this is probably that he has no choice.
My wish was not yet fulfilled, and I had no one worthy of trust. I was suffering from a serious illness and was about to die. Suddenly, I met a person who was exactly like me. In the pavilion, they both looked at the rain and sighed, feeling frustrated and downhearted. So I simply followed the traitor's wishes and asked for death, but failed.
All of this was done to give Li Muchan a push, cut off his escape route, and force him to step into this huge world.
Li Muchan took a deep breath, as if he had fallen into an unprecedented calm. His eyes were as still as dead water. He looked at his fingers and whispered to himself, "I don't blame you. On the contrary, I should be grateful to you."
In this world, some people, even if you see each other every day and night, cannot be friends or confidants; while some people, just by chance meeting, can become sworn brothers and brothers .
At this point, Li Muchan had decided to take revenge for this man, for this sworn friend whom he had only met once.
"Burp..." The old cripple came back burping again, "You kid, you're just talking nonsense. There's no ghost out there."
Li Muchan picked up a handful of fried peanuts from the table without haste, then slowly crushed the red skin, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully for a few times; the movement of his cheeks and the salty fragrance in his mouth made his numb body gradually regain consciousness.
Then, as the old cripple's expression gradually changed, he lifted his eyelids and sneered in a mocking tone: "You have something wrong in your mind!"
He stared quietly at the old cripple's wrinkled face, with mockery in his eyes.
"Haha." The old cripple raised his eyebrows and his laughter changed, becoming indistinguishable between male and female. It was indeed the hall master. "Should I say you are smart or stupid? Since you can see that I am pretending, why don't you run away?"
In an instant, his back was no longer hunched, his legs were no longer limp, and he just sat there smiling.
Li Muchan's face was expressionless, but his hands and feet were already cold, and his breathing was becoming more rapid. He sat under the light, his features divided in half by the boundary between light and darkness . He whispered, "If I come back, I might still have a chance of survival. If I escape, I will surely die."
He wants to live.
With a gang like the Qinglong Society, where can they escape to?
What's more, the Demon Cult will not let him go, and there is also a Money Gang.
The hall master's eyes lit up and he praised, "You are indeed very smart and cautious. I know this from the many frustrated experiences you have had. In fact, I really thought about cultivating you, but you shouldn't have a relationship with one person."
Li Muchan was very calm at this time. Since he was no longer going to be timid and compromise, he would speak and act without any scruples.
"Shangguan Xiaoxian!" he said.
The hall master clapped his hands and laughed: "It seems that you know a lot."
Li Muchan's eyes were dim: "It's not a relationship. I just saved her and her mother once in Cuifanglou, and I never thought of anything else."
The head of the hall sighed and said meaningfully: "Isn't this enough? Think about it, there are so many people in this world, there are so many clients in and out of the brothel, how many of them are willing to stop and look at a stupid girl with dementia, let alone save her, you are really a good person."
Li Muchan said expressionlessly: "You also said that she is a stupid girl and poses no threat to you. Why do you have to kill her?"
The head of the hall shook his head and said, "The people from the Demon Cult have already taken action. If I don't act now, I will miss the opportunity. Besides, you have already met Mother Liu. Haha, that person's 'Iron Chewing Technique' is three times more powerful than the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva back then."
When Li Muchan heard these words, he suddenly felt that the hall master was probably close to death.
He actually thought Shangguan Xiaoxian was a fool.
Li Muchan took another deep breath. He always liked to do this to calm himself down when he was nervous.
But facing the hall master's eyes, he suddenly said word by word in a shocking tone: "What if...she is not stupid."
"bump!"
As soon as the words came out, the wine gourd in the hall master's hand exploded between his fingers.
