Outside the Coffin Inn, it was still rainy. The sound of abacus coming from inside the inn was several times faster than the raindrops.

It is said that talented women from well-known families like to play the piano and flute to relieve depression when they are upset. However, Yan Ziqing, the proprietress of the Coffin Inn, likes to have an abacus, and the more upset she is, the more urgent the abacus will be.

The guide stood next to Yan Ziqing, looking at the white jade abacus in her hand with some distress. He was clearly anxious. The last time Yan Ziqing was thinking about the abacus like this, she was considering whether to take over the Coffin Inn. This time

What about going back? Saving two people might not be so difficult for her to decide, right?

Finally, the overwhelmed white jade abacus shattered to pieces on the floor, and Yan Ziqing had to stop: "Get me another abacus."

"It's already the fourth one. Why don't you change it to an iron one?" The guide seemed not to have noticed Yan Ziqing's uncertain face: "It's not difficult for you to save two people, right?"

"You don't understand!" Yan Ziqing did not argue with him for the first time: "Both of them are full of variables. Perhaps, letting them disappear is the best choice."

The guide smiled and said: "Don't you often say that a world that remains unchanged will lack a lot of excitement? Wouldn't it be better to keep two interesting people?"

Yan Ziqing took a deep breath and said: "This time, it is the fate of both of them. Do you know what is hidden behind this fate? It is blood! You know, I will use hexagrams before saving people.

Infer their fate. Only those who are sure to be saved will do it. However, when I predicted the two of them, I saw an endless sea of ​​blood. If I save them, countless people will fall to the ground. For the sake of two people

Is it worth it?”

The guide stopped talking, but Yan Ziqing planned to let him go: "But if I don't save them, it will be equivalent to breaking the agreement with the Xia Si people. I promised her that no matter who enters the Coffin Inn,

I have to do my best to save his life. Unless he wants to die. Do you think I should save him or not?"

"Say it quickly!" Yan Ziqing suddenly roared, frightening the guide half to death. After a long while, she stammered: "Either...or...let's see God's will." What he meant was to surrender.

Try a copper coin, but before he finished speaking, Yan Ziqing's eyes suddenly lit up and said: "Listen to God's will! Why didn't I think of it? Go and see if the two of them died? If they don't, kill them."

Bring it here."

After a while, the guide brought in the unconscious Xie Bangui and Gao Fatty: "They haven't died yet. Although the two of them were seriously injured, their internal strength is extremely pure. In addition, there is a toxin in the body."

I have been fighting against the five poisons, and I have not given up my breath even after dragging on for so long."

"Then let's wait until they die." Yan Ziqing sat down leisurely and said, "Go and pour me a cup of tea."

"You, you..." The guide pointed at Yan Ziqing, who remained silent for a long time. After finally taking a breath, he jumped to his feet and said, "You wait until someone is dead before you save them. Why are you listening to God's will?"

"I don't know!" Yan Ziqing rolled her eyes at the other party and said, "Put them in the poison and all problems will be solved."

The guide asked confusedly: "Isn't there a poison in the inn?"

"Just because I don't have the poison from the Immortal Evil Sect doesn't mean that I don't have the most orthodox poison ."

Yan Ziqing explained: "Personal character aside, the leader of the Immortal Cult, Lu Changkong, is definitely an amazingly talented monster. He created the poisonous just from a few words recorded in ancient books. Although he found the right method.

But we went in the wrong direction and unintentionally reduced the power of the poison countless times. However, it also increased the chance of the corpse being reborn to more than 90%."

The guide asked curiously: "What is the chance of resurrecting the dead in the poison before him?"

Yan Ziqing stretched out a finger and said: "10% or even lower."

The guide was once again confused by the opponent: "Didn't that improve the quality? How can you say that it reduced the power?"

"Because he simply misunderstood the meaning of the poison ." Yan Ziqing said: "The poison was originally a magic weapon used by ancient shamans to refine corpses, not a . Do you know the poison ? It is the Miao people

Containers used to raise poisonous insects

The masters of poison among the Miao people will put hundreds or even thousands of poisonous insects in a jar, seal it, bury it deep underneath, and let the poisonous poison inside eat each other. After a few years, the last remaining poison in the jar will

A Gu worm is the Gu King."

"You mean..." The guide seemed to understand something, but still couldn't believe it: "You mean, the poison is actually a voodoo? Ordinary voodoos contain poisonous insects, while the poison contains poisonous insects.

dead?"

"Not only the dead, but also living people, mountain monsters, spirits, and even demons." Yan Ziqing said: "After several improvements, the poison finally became something that can resurrect the dead. However, the thoughts of the people inside

To get out, you have to kill all your opponents. Otherwise, it will become a veritable for burying the people in the ."

The guide realized that his brain seemed to be a little weak: "When a person dies and you throw him into the poison , isn't that the same as feeding the monsters inside?"

"This requires a ritual to ensure that the soul of the deceased ignores the body and can even move freely like a living person in the . If he does not kill anyone in the , his own functions will be restored and he will kill all his opponents.

, not only can you be reborn, but you can also return to your peak state."

Yan Ziqing said proudly: "I'm afraid I'm the only one who can use this kind of ceremony now."

The guide shook his head and said: "Then the witch can guarantee that the spirits in the are weaker than the people he puts in them?"

Yan Ziqing shook her head and said: "Of course not! Just like the Miao people never consider the strength of the voodoo, as long as they can fill the voodoo cup. Who is the food for whom is no longer within the scope of their consideration.

"

The guide touched his chin and said: "So, even if Xie Bangui and the fat man kill all their opponents, only one will survive? They are all 'gu insects' in the poison ."

"Don't worry about this." Yan Ziqing said with a smile: "The wizard made a total of five poisonous s back then. Three of them have disappeared, and the last two happened to be at the inn."

Yan Ziqing walked to Xie Bangui and whispered: "I know you can hear me talking nonsense. When I put you in the , whether you can survive or not depends on your luck."

"Guide, you put the two of them in the and put them here, and you can watch them from a distance."

A palm-sized golden copper toad was taken out from the secret room of Yan Ziqing Inn. After pointing the toad's mouth at Xie Bangui's , his hands began to slowly pinch the magic formula, and he also chanted obscure words in his mouth.

of mantras.

The guide saw Yan Ziqing's magic skills getting faster and faster, and the toad's mouth gradually opened, and a spiral nebula rolled up in the toad's mouth, which seemed to be able to lead everything into the endless abyss.

"Get up!" Yan Ziqing shouted loudly, and Xie Bangui's just got up and hung above the toad's head.
Chapter completed!