The powder the girl had sprinkled was naturally poison.
Chusu was the successor of the Yellow Springs, a remnant of Corpse Beheading. His entire body was covered in filthy cold poison, so logically speaking, he should not be afraid of any poison.
But this powder was no ordinary poison, but the poison of the Tang clan.
If a true elder like Shang Xingzhou saw this sight, they would assuredly recall even more distant history.
What did the Tang clan of the southwest rely on to peacefully pass so many years under the watch of countless experts of the Divine Domain?
Why were the successive heads of the Tang clan so mysterious and terrifying?
Because the Tang clan was most skilled in and most terrifying at using poison.
But as time passed, almost no one remembered this point.
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As he felt his meridians rapidly wither and his true blood flow out, Chusu truly was about to go crazy.
In his view, these government laborers, peddlers, and fortune-tellers were all very ordinary in terms of cultivation and strength.
In normal times, he would have been able to deal with those two elders who knew the Blazing Sun Style and that poison-using girl. However, their cooperation with each other was so harmonious that there were no loopholes. They did not give him any chance to counterattack and directly trapped him in a dangerous situation.
This sort of feeling truly made him abnormally angry, furious, and pained.
A scream burst from his blood-stained lips.
Countless fine ripples appeared on the surface of the river, the poisoned fish and snakes splitting inch by inch.
Black blood sprayed in all directions, and then he used the most orthodox divine technique of the Longevity Sect to transform it into black mist.
The black mist was blown into countless strands by the wind, each strand seeming to have a life of its own, twisting into snakes and gradually revealing its face.
Those faces were indistinct at first, but then they became clear, their facial features becoming clearer, their fangs, bones, and claws appearing. They were either savage or callous, all sinister ghosts.
Countless Yin Ghosts formed from the blood mist rushed towards the people on the shore with sharp blades in their hands.
Ear-piercing sounds came from the six chains, and black sparks appeared on the cudgels of water and fire.
The fortune-tellers' banners fluttered in the wind while the peddlers' hands were already on the sand table.
The two sesame-candy-selling elders prepared to punch again, but the girl's hand once more grasped a handful of powder.
Just when Chusu was prepared to use his most powerful technique, even if his body and soul were shattered, he would still kill all the people on the shore.
The sound of a zither suddenly rose from the shore.
This zither melody was inferior to the one the Demon Lord had played in the snowy mountains, but it was equally breathtaking.
If Zhu Ye were still alive, his first reaction upon hearing this zither music would still be to think of a way to escape.
The sound of the zither had once sounded on the shore opposite the Daoist Hall.
The zither player was a blind zither player.
At some point, the blind zither player had arrived on the shore.
The blind zither player raised his head and glanced at Chusu.
There were no black pupils in his eyes, only the whites of his eyes. They reflected the black blood and evil ghosts that filled the sky, making them look slightly gloomy.
He clearly knew that his opponent could not see him, but Chusu felt like his body and mental world had been seen through.
Fear surged into his heart, almost causing it to stop beating.
He no longer dared to counterattack. Using his fastest speed, he broke free of the five chains and jumped into the Wenshui.
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The sound of the zither rang out continuously, traveling into the distance in the wind and snow.
When the strings of the zither moved, heaven and earth responded. The soft snowflakes turned into the sharpest flying daggers.
Above the river, the sky resounded with countless mournful and unpleasant wails. Countless evil ghosts screamed as they were cut into the finest pieces.
The snowflakes were dyed gray and black. They fell into the river and could no longer be seen.
Just like Chusu falling into the river.
Light shone over the Wenshui, but Chusu's figure could no longer be seen, only an afterimage on the water.
His speed was too fast, even faster than the speed at which his shadow could vanish.
The blind zither player looked into the distance, ignoring him. His withered fingers continued to pluck at the zither, but the tune had changed.
The song he was playing now was called 'Yellow River', which Qiushan Jun had sung that evening.
The sound of the zither seemed to materialize, falling on the surface of the river. The droplets of water splashed into the air like golden liquid.
The afterimage was silently severed.
A miserable scream of pain came from somewhere.
A severed tail, accompanied by black blood, fell from the sky.
Chusu had not been hiding in the river, but once more in the eye of the Array of Light.
With a metallic clang, a chain was thrown into the air and wrapped around the severed tail.
The girl sprinkled cosmetic powder on the severed tail like she was cooking or marinating it.
Bound by the chains, the tail continued to struggle like a living creature. Gradually, it came to a stop. Only then did it truly die.
An old man selling sesame candy came forward and wrapped the broken tail with the kraft paper that was used to wrap candy.
After doing this, they turned to the blind zither player.
The government laborers, the peddlers, the fortune-teller, the old man selling sesame candy, and the cosmetic powder girl were the Tang clan's Fivekind Man.
But they were not all of them.
They were the Fivekind of Fivekind Man. Besides them, there was one more person.
That person was their teacher and also their leader.
"Three li to the west."
The seven peddlers continued to maintain the array. The wind blew at the banner, and the fortune-teller once more sought out Chusu.
The government laborers carried the chains on their backs and cudgels of water and fire, prepared to continue the pursuit.
The sesame candy elder and cosmetic powder girl also began to pack up their things.
Their faces were expressionless and very calm.
Since the blind zither player had taken action, no matter how skilled Chusu was in concealment or how insidious his methods were, only death awaited him.
The blind zither player did not move.
The government laborers, the peddlers, the elder, and the girl all turned to him.
"Enough."
The blind zither player closed his eyes and continued to play the zither.
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Time did not flow at the exact same speed. This was true for different people with different moods, and it was also true for the beginning and end of an event.
As one approached the boundary of time, the flow of time would often speed up.
The mahjong game in the Tang clan's old estate had already stopped.
The mahjong game in the ancestral hall had also reached its end.
The two hours were almost up.
The three people at the table were clearly growing more and more nervous, the sweat on their foreheads increasing.
"Sixteenth Uncle, you and Seventeenth Uncle are twins and have always been close. I presume that you definitely want to avenge him."
Tang Thirty-Six looked at one of them and said, "But you need to understand that he was not killed by the Demon Lord, nor was he killed by the Pope. He was killed by Second Uncle."
The Tang Sixteenth Master's expression suddenly changed. He stared at him and said, "Evidence."
Tang Thirty-Six said, "Because of the Cinnabar Pill incident, a bishop of the Hall of Illustrious Persons was expelled from the Li Palace. You should know this person."
The Tang Sixteenth Master's face gradually turned gloomy. "He accompanied Seventeenth to Gaoyang Village."
Tang Thirty-Six glanced at the cards in his hand and said, "He did not die."
The Tang Sixteenth Master said, "No matter who did it, even if it was … Second Brother, there's no reason for him to still be alive."
Tang Thirty-Six raised his head and glanced at him. "This illustrates a principle: suicide is always more difficult than murder."
The Tang Sixteenth Master suddenly stood up and said, "Give him to me."
Tang Thirty-Six lowered his head and began to sort through the cards. "That will depend on whether Sixteenth Uncle is willing to give me what I want."
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