You want to ask me why I got the bandit's incision? Or is it because of my master Jiugui.

Although Jiugui is not a bandit, he often interacts with bandits and speaks slang better than ordinary bandits.

Before I put down my fist, I saw a spot of fire light up on the half-section of the wall.

The fire spot was only the size of an incense stick, and it was more than ten meters away. Ordinary people might not be able to see what it was.

As soon as my eyes locked on the fire spot, three balls of green fire burst out near the broken wall at the same time. The dark green fire instantly blocked my sight.

But when the three balls of green fire reached their highest point, I suddenly drew my sword. The cold light on the scimitar flashed and then stopped during the day in the dark night. The blade cut into the wall a few inches, and picked up a severed piece of wood.

Yellow incense, with green smoke rising from the fire on the incense.

The little firelight and three green fires that came out just now are the people hiding in the dark, testing my depth.

If I couldn't accurately find the first incense stick that appeared when the green fire blocked my sight, I wouldn't have a chance to see him.

During the day, the blade of the blade trembled slightly on the wall, and half of the wall suddenly collapsed. The scattered bricks and stones were like water leaking into the ground, and together with the foundation under the broken wall, they sank into the ground with a loud bang.

My day scimitar also disappeared.

Zhao Yuezhu said in shock: "Li Po, your sword..."

"It's okay, you can't throw it away! Follow me." I walked slowly to the place where the broken wall collapsed, and followed the steps exposed on the ground to the door of an underground darkroom.

There were rocks scattered in front of the darkroom door, but my scimitar could not be found. Zhao Yuezhu was so anxious that he almost burst into tears: "Li Po, where is your knife?"

Zhao Yuezhu is not a Jianghu person, but he also knows the significance of the sword to the swordsman.

I waved my hand and said, "Don't worry, it shouldn't be lost."

As soon as I finished speaking, the door of the secret room opened on its own, and someone in the room said lightly: "Please come in!" The door of the secret room opened automatically, revealing a table covered with barbecue and wine jars.

I walked to the table and sat down, looking at a large bowl of wine in front of me: "Since we have put out the welcome wine, won't the host come out to meet the guests?"

An old voice came from the secret room: "There is no need to meet guests. When you bring Sun Ting's head, I will meet you naturally."

"I won't come out until you kill Sun Ting. I don't dare to see anyone until Sun Ting dies."

I asked tentatively: "Is Sun Ting so scary?"

"He is scarier than you think!" The man responded: "That's a man who lives on human skin! No, it should be said that Sun Ting himself is a human skin."

I knocked on the table with one hand and said, "Who is Sun Ting?"

"He was the head of the Human Skin Village back then. He was also a warlock." The voice hesitated and said, "Back then, he killed people continuously because of the "Human Skin Sutra"."

The voice said: "I heard my master say that the "Human Skin Sutra" is not a secret technique of the human world. It comes from the land of ghosts and gods. The secrets of the "Human Skin Sutra" can only be accessed through a certain ritual."

"That is, gathering specific people together and inviting ghosts and gods to come."

"After the ghosts and gods arrive, the "Human Skin Sutra" will appear on the back of the sacrificer like a tattoo, and the sacrificer will automatically peel off his skin."

"Seventy-two human skins are just enough to complete the "Human Skin Sutra"."

I said solemnly: "The skinning case a hundred and twenty years ago was carried out by Sun Ting?"

One hundred and twenty years ago, someone discovered a body that had been skinned, but no one found the whereabouts of the skin. Could it be that all the human skin back then was made into the "Human Skin Sutra"?

"That should be it!" said the voice, "I just heard about it."

I asked again: "You don't know what happened a hundred and twenty years ago, so you should know what happened in Renpi Village back then, right?"

"Haha..." The voice sneered and said, "It's not just killing people, skinning them. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called a skin village."

I said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The voice was stunned for a moment: "You don't know who I am? How can you come to do business with me?"

I said calmly: "I'm just confirming."

The man was silent for a moment and then said: "I am Chang Jiuzhen."

"Oh!" I nodded again and asked, "As far as I know, you are also a warlock. Why are you so afraid of Sun Ting?"

"Bullshit warlock!" Chang Jiuzhen said hoarsely: "All my skills are passed down from Sun Ting! He opened a medicine shop and secretly sent messages to people for tattoos. In fact, they were helping Sun Ting find people who were suitable to get tattoos.

People who come to offer sacrifices.”

I knocked on the table lightly and said, "What else do you know about Sun Ting?"

"I don't know anymore." Chang Jiuzhen said, "Sun Ting won't let me know too many things."

I asked again: "Do you know where Sun Ting is?"

"I don't know!" Chang Jiuzhen said: "I only know that the time for him to cast the spell again is coming soon. During this time, he will definitely hide."
Chapter completed!