Chapter 70 The man behind the scenes
Chapter 70 The man behind the scenes
As Liu Sheng finished his words, a few chuckles were heard outside the door, mixed with hoarse coughs.
Heavy footsteps were heard, and an old man wrapped in a fox fur cloak walked in, supported by Butler Zhou.
The old man's face was pale and tired, but his eagle eyes were still sharp. Although he was old, his figure was still tall and straight, but he looked a little frail at this time, and he walked unsteadily.
Liu Sheng knew that this was Old Master Wen.
He stopped in front of Liu Sheng and smiled: "You are very smart."
Liu Sheng nodded and said, "Indeed, more than one person said that to me."
Old Master Wen laughed out loud again at Liu Sheng's words: "What's your name?"
"I don't think it's necessary." Liu Sheng didn't give any face at all.
Butler Zhou's eyelids twitched, and he quickly whispered, "When she came in, she gave her name, Liu Sheng. I checked, and she is also from the Weaving Institute. She was originally in the Li County Weaving Institute. Later, after the strange outbreak in Li County, she transferred to the Qinghe Weaving Institute as a doorman of the Wanshi Hall. She can't communicate with gods, but she has strong clerical skills and has published an article in "Cultivation Theory."
Liu Sheng didn't expect that Butler Zhou had investigated her deeds so clearly so quickly. However, these things were clearly written on her resume. Anyone who knew about it could find out by asking anyone in the weaving institute system.
After hearing this, Old Master Wen shook his head and said, "With your ability, it's a pity to be a small doorman. Why don't you be a guest of our Wen family? I will give you a monthly salary of twelve spiritual yuan. You can continue to publish articles. I am very familiar with the editor-in-chief Mei of "Cultivation Theory", and I guarantee that your article will be approved."
As soon as Old Master Wen opened his mouth, he was trying to recruit us.
Liu Sheng's heart slightly moved when he heard the monthly number, but he stopped thinking after hearing the last sentence. He snorted coldly, "No need. I'm not worried about whether my article will be passed."
"Good, you have ambition." Old Master Wen was not annoyed, but rather somewhat appreciative.
"But why do you think I would plan so early?"
Liu Sheng said calmly, "You were the one who deliberately asked the old lady to tell you that scary ghost story over and over again, right? If not, Miss Wen wouldn't have believed in this rule so firmly."
"For me, that reminder doesn't convince me at all. I just have other plans and I'm playing by the rules you set."
Old Master Wen smiled and said calmly, "One reason why you are not affected may be this, but another reason is that you are determined and have your own judgment. Look at your colleagues. Although their cultivation is higher than yours, which one of them has not been affected?"
Liu Sheng did not answer. He looked at Liao Chengpeng who was still unconscious, and Fu Ze who was sitting on the ground listening to their conversation but was unable to get up, his eyes darkened.
"So, where was Miss Wen's spirit transferred to?" Liu Sheng asked the last question.
Liu Sheng swallowed the monster in reverse, but there was only pure weird energy in it, and no spirituality. It could only be the object that was set to be transferred.
The wrinkles on Old Master Wen's face deepened his smile: "You should have guessed it, right?"
Liu Sheng did know, but just wanted to hear him confirm it in person: "Why put it on Wen Xuanning?"
"Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have more than a hundred spirits?"
"The maximum spiritual value of all people in the world is 100 points. What if we can exceed that?"
Old Master Wen's eyes were as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath in the darkness, shining with an inexplicable brilliance.
He turned around and looked at the face of the Supreme God shining on the earth outside the door, as if he was yearning for something.
Liu Sheng didn't expect this answer.
According to this plan, Wen Weilan and Wen Xuanning can both serve as carriers of spiritual power exceeding 100, while the other person is destined to be sacrificed.
But why is Wen Weilan?
Liu Sheng also asked the same question.
Old Master Wen turned his head, his eyes changed slightly, and he seemed to feel some pain and reluctance.
But soon his face regained its composure. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "Some things are decided at the moment of birth."
"The only surprise in this situation is that Wei Lan actually has a friend like you."
"Okay, are you sure you don't want to join the Wen family?" Having said this, Old Master Wen finally lost interest in talking and became a little impatient.
"No." Liu Sheng shook his head and refused.
Old Master Wen nodded slightly.
He is tired and he wants to go back and rest.
"Okay, that's it." Old Master Wen said in a deep voice, "The people from the weaving institute came to investigate the strange creature, and they actually found it, but unfortunately they were killed by the strange creature, and no one survived." "The Wen family is grateful to the warriors for salvaging hundreds of people from the strange creature at the cost of their lives, and plans to donate 100 spiritual yuan to the Qinghe Weaving Institute as a token of condolences."
"How is it? Is it reasonable?"
"So, you all die together!"
As he spoke, Old Master Wen, who had been moving weakly and slowly, suddenly raised his eyes with a gleam of lightning, stretched out his hand, and was about to grab Liu Sheng's neck.
Just when Old Master Wen's hand was about to touch Liu Sheng, he suddenly felt a pain on his back. He looked down and saw a knife tip piercing through his heart. Blood gushed out and soaked his cloak.
It all happened so fast that almost no one had time to react.
Steward Zhou cried out "Master" in pain, then reached out to hug Old Master Wen's staggering body.
Old Master Wen's eyes were full of disbelief and he slowly turned his head.
It turned out to be Fu Ze who had been sitting in the corner!
At this time, Fu Ze had a blank expression on his face, and there was only deep determination in his eyes.
Although he was indeed trapped in an illusion, fortunately he was experienced and forced himself out of the illusion, but he still inevitably suffered some damage.
So he had been hiding in the corner, pretending to be unable to move, and while Liu Sheng and Old Master Wen were talking, he was silently accumulating strength and waiting for the opportunity.
Finally, the opportunity came.
So, the attack hit the target in one go.
The entire ancestral hall was in deathly silence. Old Master Wen slowly fell to the ground, and a pool of blood gradually spread out under him.
Butler Zhou knelt in a pool of blood, grabbing Old Master Wen's hand with a look of grief, crying bitterly, as if he wanted to pull his master back from death.
Liu Sheng stood aside. There was not much surprise in her eyes, as if everything in front of her was expected.
……
Liu Sheng carried Cuicui on his back, and Fu Ze carried Liao Chengpeng on his back, and they walked out of the Wen Mansion unhindered.
They killed the old man who was the head of the family and took away the old lady's ancestral tablet. They thought they would encounter some minor troubles when leaving, but unexpectedly no one came to stop them.
But Liu Sheng felt that this was just the calm before the storm.
"Let's go back to the weaving factory first and send them to the clinic for treatment. The injuries caused by this kind of strangeness still need some special methods. Otherwise, judging from their appearance, they may be unconscious even when they wake up."
As Fu Ze spoke, he rented a sedan chair on the roadside, stuffed Liao Chengpeng in it first, then helped Liu Sheng put Cuicui on the cushion in the sedan chair, and then the two of them sat on it.
A stream of spiritual energy was sent into the clouds from under the cloud sedan chair, and it slowly flew to the mid-air, floating lightly and swayingly towards the weaving house.
……
At this time, in the Pengshan Garden of the Wen Mansion, the mysterious young master Wen Xuanning was practicing sword in the yard when he suddenly fell to the ground unconscious.
This frightened the servants and maids around him, and they surrounded him and called out anxiously. Even the man who was guarding him on the roof jumped down, grabbed the young master's hand and felt his pulse.
"The pulse is stable, so he should have fallen asleep. Perhaps he has been practicing too hard recently and is getting too tired." The man looked at him for a long time and said with a little confusion.
"How could the young master fall asleep while practicing?"
The beautiful maid became anxious, thinking this was too bizarre. Moreover, the young master had always been in good health and full of energy, so how could he suddenly faint?
"I can't see anything for now, let the young master go back to his room and rest."
So the man and the servant worked together to carefully carry the young master back to the room and put him on the bed.
The maid helped the young master take off his shoes and socks, covered him with a quilt, and washed his face with a towel before quietly leaving the room, fearing that she would disturb his rare sleep.
But the maid didn't know that as soon as she walked out of the room, the young master who had his eyes closed on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
That look was no longer as clear as water that only belonged to teenagers, but was mature and sharp like an eagle, having gone through many vicissitudes of life.
"This time, I will take back everything I have!"
(End of this chapter)