Volume 2: Scales in the Pond Chapter 155: Dead General, Soul Sealing Technique
He jumped upstairs silently, then observed for a while, found a place that looked important, used Spider-Man's ability to stick to the wall, and opened his midnight snack.
On the empty floor of the unfinished building, there was a tattered coffin with the lid open. Next to it was a man in tattered armor. Although his skin was also blue-gray, his appearance was normal.
Qiao Ji had a question, that is, when he came here, he didn't hear a single heartbeat.
Could it be that we encountered some illegal organization?
He thought so, then took out disposable chopsticks and started eating his midnight snack.
Sniff
The man in armor moved his nose and asked in confusion: "Why is there a bad smell? Didn't I ask you to cover up the smell on your body?"
"General, we have all put away the smell."
"yes."
The man called the General frowned, " It seems that there is also a smell of living things."
"General, it might be the stench from the pigs downstairs." Another man in armor replied. They were the only two people wearing armor in the entire unfinished building.
The general nodded and said, "Let's kill the pig and eat the meat. It's still convenient to eat meat in this world."
"General, we have made a good income today. We can buy another pig."
"Well, you go and contact them. We need to recover our strength as soon as possible and integrate into this world as much as possible. Even the four powerful ghost kings are dead, so it is impossible for us to fight China head-on. Sigh!"
ha?
After hearing this, Qiao Ji wondered what the Ghost King was. Was he their superior?
What kind of illegal organization are they?
But looking at them, they are so ugly and ugly, with only a few big and small cats, they don’t look very powerful.
But the few thieves who came back would all hide and transform into inconspicuous black shadows moving on the ground, so traveling at night could be said to be very covert.
Several people who came back could do it, which meant that Shadow Escape might be a benefit of their gang, just like the Seed of Original Sin.
Should I take direct action or report it?
Well, let me finish eating first.
"General, I found this while I was out recently."
A yellow paper -like thing that looked like a talisman was handed out.
"Oh? Is this the technique of sealing the soul?" the general said after taking a look.
Qiao Ji looked at it and saw a puppy with a black outline on the yellow talisman paper. The breed seemed to be Schnauzer.
However, the puppy on the screen can move, and the painting style is still that of traditional Chinese ink painting. It is much more refined than the pet in the digital machine that Qiao Ji played with as a child in his previous life.
"But why seal a dog's soul in there? It's useless. It can't bite a person if it's released. It can only be used for viewing, right?"
The general was a little confused.
"General, there are people who specialize in selling these, and they sell them for 6,888 each. And there are a lot of people buying them. I roughly estimate that they can sell 20 to 30 a day."
"How much? Six thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight?"
The general's voice became so excited that he asked, "Will so many people buy it?"
"No more, no less." The adjutant was sure, "And this is just what I saw. They are probably selling it in more than one place."
“…”
The general was shocked. He still couldn't believe it. "It's just a little trick. Why is it sold so expensively? Six thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight is worth two big fat pigs. How could so many people buy it?"
"General, the price of this thing is just the price of a mobile phone for the common people of this era. They don't mind spending a little money to buy it for entertainment."
The adjutant explained, and then sincerely advised: "General, why don't we think of a way to make money? The money we make from stealing every day is too little."
Qiao Ji couldn't help laughing.
So much fun.
Which ancient tomb was this ancient person dug out from? Is it so interesting?
Times have changed, and even small tricks can make money. I just want to ask you if you are angry or not.
Hearing the laughter, the general and the adjutant's faces changed, "Who!"
"Sorry, sorry, I've received professional training. Normally, no matter how funny something is, I won't laugh unless I really can't help it..."
He jumped down from the corner, threw the disposable lunch box and chopsticks aside without any civic sense, and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.
"No, how come you are doing so badly? You are psychics after all... Are you ancient psychics?"
The general and his adjutant looked livid and said nothing.
Someone actually broke into my own nest, and I still had to laugh at them. Is the person standing guard downstairs a good-for-nothing?
"Go and turn yourself in and return the money. With the little money you earn from stealing, you might as well work as a bricklayer at a construction site."
The world's technology has developed to the point where cash is used less and less.
You can still see some now, but in two years, I estimate that even fewer people will use cash.
Boom!
The floor shook, invisible waves swept over, and Qiao Ji jumped lightly onto the ceiling.
The waves hit the pillars, stirring up dust.
He hung upside down on the ceiling. "Why did you start fighting over a disagreement? I actually wanted to take a break. It's ."
In response, the general swung a long-handled broadsword similar to a crescent-shaped sword towards him, intending to cut him in half.
Qiao Ji leaned back slightly, and the blade passed over the tip of his nose.
"Which dynasty are you from?"
The adjutant also stabbed with a spear, and Qiao Ji shot out a spider silk that stuck to the pillar and pulled himself away in an instant.
"Looking at the style of your armor, it must be at least four or five hundred years old. But I haven't studied it in depth, so I don't know if I'm right."
Amid the flashes of swords and spears, Qiao Ji was swinging on spider webs in this unfinished building, dodging while swinging directly out.
The two men chased to the side of the building and were looking for Qiao Ji in the dark night outside. Suddenly, Qiao Ji bounced back from outside with the help of spider silk, like a slingshot projectile.
"Wuhu~"
With the help of the elasticity of the spider silk, he was very fast and kicked the adjutant into the room with one kick.
"Ahaha, I'm back again. By the way, General, are you dead?"
The general said nothing and swung his sword down with all his might. Qiao Ji dangerously turned sideways and watched the blade fall in front of him.
Then, Qiao Ji took advantage of the situation and stepped the blade into the floor. He patted his chest and said, "Phew, luckily I don't have a belly, otherwise I would lose two pounds of fat."
The general tried to lift his sword, but he couldn't lift it, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.
So he decisively threw away his big knife, drew a sword from his waist and swept across.
Qiao Ji bent down and dodged again, watching the blade pass over his head.
"I haven't bent down for a long time. I think I need to practice flexibility when I have time. Are you all really dead? How did you come back to life after you died?"
The general's face twisted, "You talk too much nonsense!"
He roared, his armor clanging, like a humanoid suit of armor, slashing left and right, his sword skills filled with murderous aura.
