Chapter 261 A great harvest

Chapter 261 A great harvest

Chapter 261 A great harvest
The head fell to the ground, bones rolling around, the dark red blood plasma at the wound was stained with dust and turned black.

"Damn it, you have such great strength!"

Xiang Fangsu put down his sword, panting heavily. His right wrist was shaking constantly. The pain reminded him of the time when he couldn't recite the book and was punished by the teacher of the sect to copy the scriptures a hundred times.

Ke Wenbin touched his lower back, pulled out a dagger, and poked the tip of the knife into the jaws of the human head.

Click.

The head bit the tip of the knife tightly, and there was a gray mist in its dry eyes. It was a completely subconscious action.

Ke Wenbin took some effort to pull the dagger out again and was shocked.

"It's really strange. Even after his head fell off, he's still not dead?"

Xiang Fangsu wiped the black blood off the knife, and instead of sheathing it, he held it under his arm.

He bent down and picked up the broken arm holding the knife on the ground, shook it left and right, pulled out the wolf-head sword and threw it on the ground, and found that the five fingers of the broken arm were still responsive and kept grabbing.

"It's just like an eel. It still reacts even when it's dead."

"Fang Su, this hand is not responding."

Ke Wenbin picked up the other severed hand. The skin on the knuckles was wrinkled and bloodless, and there was no response when he swung it.

The only difference between it and Xiang Fangsu's moving hand is that there is a black arrow stuck on it, which is continuously emitting black gas, like a punctured water bag.

Xiang Fangsu stepped forward and pulled out the black arrow, and the black gas from the wound no longer dissipated.

Turning the arrow, the arrowhead flashed a black light under the candlelight, like a polished obsidian.

"So only by completely expelling the evil spirit from the body can we truly 'kill' this guy?"

"How did those two masters die?"

"Rely on the Martial Saint's will in the Mysterious Weapon to forcibly wipe it out?"

Xiang Fangsu made a guess.

The Martial Saint's Mysterious Weapons are what the Martial Saint refined his own supernatural powers into when he became a saint. They are almost an extension of his limbs.

Even if you haven't practiced any method to ward off evil spirits, it should be no problem to strangle the evil spirits.

Liang Qu looked at the man lying on the ground and thought of a question: "If the Grandmaster comes back from the dead, will he know martial arts?"

Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin were stunned, then frowned.

If he didn't know martial arts, Xu Yuelong would not have failed to mention such important news.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that during the whole process, Xu Yuelong only said that the master who "comes back from the dead" will have a decreased reaction speed and no feeling of pain?

Xiang Fangsu guessed: "Could it be that the performance after resurrection is related to strength? The stronger the strength, the closer the performance is to the life before death?"

"If it's the Martial Saint..." Ke Wenbin thought halfway and denied himself, "It doesn't make sense. If that's the case, why would the Ghost Mother Cult shrink back?"

"Go back first."

Liang Qu interrupted their discussion.

He really didn't want to stay in that haunted place. Luckily, there were two people around him, otherwise, if he came alone, it would have been a real midnight horror.

After these words were spoken, everyone stopped worrying.

Xiang Fangsu took off his coat, wrapped the head and tied it around his waist. He looked at the passageway he came from and shook his head: "Go to another exit."

There were two great martial artists who died on the island.

They made too much noise before.

Ke Wenbin disagreed: "Other passages may also lead to the residence of the great martial artist. After resurrection, these human corpses seem to wander around the residence according to their memories before death? The probability of running into them is also not small."

"vote."

Xiang Fangsu's words are concise and to the point.

The two looked towards Liang Qu.

"I think we should leave from the exit of the third or fourth hall."

Liang Qu thought about it and gave his reasons.

Previously, when they explored the treasure house, they found that each hall had an exit, exactly four, corresponding to the four high-level configurations of two grandmasters and two great martial artists.

"The corridors are most likely all leading to the main residence on the upper floors. I guess this is a way for the Ghost Mother Cult to distribute power.

There seem to be many treasures in the first hall, and the most valuable ones are just for us.

There is no matching alchemy in the Ghost Mother Sect. It is only used by weapon masters and is flashy but not practical. Therefore, the owner of the house connected to the exit is a great martial artist.

The Second Hall cultivates and tames mountain ghosts, which is very important externally, but it is unable to control the rise and fall of the followers internally, so it should be managed by another great martial artist.

Only the third and fourth halls contain precious weapons and medicines, which are equivalent to the "salt and iron" of martial artists.

So I think those two exits are most likely to be safe.

According to what Brother Yue Long said, the two masters faced the might of the Martial Saint and died twice in a row. It is impossible for them to be resurrected. "

"Makes sense."

Ke Wenbin originally wanted to leave through the previous exit, but after listening to the analysis, he immediately changed his mind.

The disagreement was resolved, and the three of them headed for the third hall and left along the path inside.

Before leaving, Liang Qu glanced at the treasure house behind him, and felt the raised edges of the wooden box on his back, feeling a little weak. "Are we going to eat alone?"

Xiang Fangsu and Ke Wenbin looked at each other with a smile on their face.

"You are young, let me ask you, what do you call it if you only take care of Brother Yue Long and not others?"

Liang Qu thought about it for a moment.

"To curry favor with the boss?"

"Yes, then the nature of the matter will change, so you can either eat alone or share equally, but how much will you be willing to take?

Everyone else has to take 20 items, one each. Will you give them to your master? What about your senior brothers? They are closer to you, right?

Yue Long asked us to give each of us two items, which is a reasonable amount. There are more than 200 precious medicines, and it doesn't matter if we take four of them. No one cares.

You can take away dozens of items, and they are all taken by people from our side, so the limit will be met.

Wei Lin is not here to eat for free. When it comes to collecting treasure, the three of us should be thick-skinned and do it ourselves. What do you think the consequences will be?"

"Will I be called shameless?"

Liang Qu thought about it and it seemed to be just that.

The relationship between the dozen of them is not like that of ordinary superiors and subordinates, but rather that of superiors and subordinates who grew up together.

This is particularly important.

Now the three of them are eating alone, that's their ability, it's others' fault that they didn't think of this and didn't see the opportunity. In future gatherings, at most they will be scolded, so it's time to eat.

But once favoritism appears, or it becomes a factional issue, the situation is completely different.

Don't allow resentment to arise, and don't let petty thefts be exposed.

It goes without saying which is more important.

Ke Wenbin patted Liang Qu on the shoulder.

"My father taught me since I was young that I should be thick-skinned when eating. It's okay to eat from the big pot for yourself, because you can eat it. At most, you will be looked down upon.

If you take the food from the bowl and share it with others, they will hate you and think that you let outsiders eat their food. "

"understood."

Liang Qu was no longer troubled.

If Xu Yuelong really wanted it, he would not have failed to mention it when he asked Ran Zhongshi to come and pass on the message.

He is still too thin-skinned.

The three of them stopped talking and ran to the end of the corridor. The mechanism was exactly the same, so they must have been designed by the same craftsman.

Xiang Fangsu took a step back and looked at Ke Wenbin: "You come."

The first time he opened the road, there was a shadow.

"Ah I?"

"Let me do it."

"No, you're weak."

"Okay, okay, I'll do it. I'll do it."

Ke Wenbin held the stone slab and quietly opened a crack. What came into view was a large patch of starlight, and the roof was not visible at all.

He pushed it open a little more and found that it was not that the roof was gone, but that the entire roof had a big hole in it, and there was a deep pit on the ground next to it.

Apparently the homeowner did not go through the front door and jumped out from the roof after being attacked.

"It's okay, no one."

"Let's go."

"Slip away."

The three of them crawled out of the cave, closed the stone slab, and crossed the entire island chain back to their previous landing site.

We didn't encounter any obstacles along the way and successfully found the boat and went back.

It was already daybreak.

The soldier on night watch saw the returning boat and hurried forward to greet it.

"Master Xiang, Master Ke, Master Liang, what did you gain from this evening?"

"It is you."

Xiang Fangsu recalled that the soldiers in front of them had sent a pile of fishing gear when they learned that they were going out on the boat to fish.

He shook the empty fish basket and pretended to be disappointed: "Bad luck, I didn't catch any fish."

"That's a shame."

The sergeant sighed.

When the three of them went upstairs, Liang Qu vaguely heard the soldiers' whispered discussions.

"So it's the same as Master Xu."

(End of this chapter)