"Dear, let me show you a trick."
The disabled young man sitting in the wheelchair was neat and tidy. Although he was only wearing coarse linen clothes, he still showed an extraordinary temperament. At this moment, facing the ugly woman whose half face was ruined, he smiled gently and brightly, and even hid the unerasable gray between his eyebrows for a moment.
The ugly woman stopped her work and turned her head to look. She saw that the young man turned over one hand, and a mask appeared in his palm out of thin air. It was as white as bone and as jade. The delicate patterns flashed a warm light under the dim oil lamp.
"Husband, this …"
The woman was surprised, and then she became flustered. She quickly got up and pressed down the disabled young man's hands. She whispered, "Husband, did you steal it from somewhere?"
The mask was so delicate that it must be expensive. It was difficult for their family to eat, let alone buy such an item.
The disabled young man laughed, and a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"Don't worry. The owner of this thing has always been your husband. I will teach you how to use it. This thing can isolate the psychic awareness and has many uses. But for you, as long as it can temporarily cover the injury on your face, it is enough. When our child is born, I will make a plaster to cure your face. "
The young man slightly pursed his lips. When he thought that his wife was pregnant, but still had to walk on the street with a humiliated face to support the family, he couldn't help but clench his fists.
In the next moment, his clenched hands were gently held by his wife. A moving smile appeared on her ugly face. She said, "Husband, I don't care. It's my honor to have you as my companion in this life."
Under the dim oil lamp, the disabled young man stared at his wife's rough and ugly face. His clenched hands gradually loosened, and his eyes gradually became blurred.
A man would not easily shed tears until he was sad.
His sins … could not be washed away in the next life. Why did I meet you at this moment, Li?
…
"Su Li? Su Li?! "
The shout came from far away, and her shoulders were shaken. Su Li suddenly came to her senses. Her eyes gradually focused, and a pair of slightly anxious faces came into her eyes, which was only a finger's distance from her.
Her slightly red eyes shrank, and her breath was slightly stagnant. She subconsciously stepped back a few steps and knocked over the tea table behind her.
Crash!
The teacup shattered on the floor.
Seeing that Su Li was scared, Ling Li found that he was too close to her. He couldn't help but be a little stiff. Now he was less important in Su Li's heart …
"Don't be afraid … I didn't do it on purpose."
Ling Li tried to comfort her, but he was also confused. In his impression, Su Li should not be so timid.
"Miss! Miss, what happened to you? "
Mammy Li hurriedly went upstairs and was shocked when she saw Ling Li who had changed his clothes.
Didn't he leave? Why was he still here?!
Originally, her impression of the Third Master of the Ling Family was that he was a scourge and the type that Miss could never get in touch with. But when she saw Ling Li's face that day, the more she looked at him, the more familiar she felt. Then she suddenly remembered that he was the young man that Miss had saved and treated in the yard in the valley.
The same face, different temperament, but definitely the same person!
The Ling Family's Third Young Master had a hidden identity just like Miss!
Mammy Li suddenly realized and was secretly happy. It seemed that Master Ling Li and Miss were a good match. Unfortunately, only she knew a little about their identities.
"It doesn't matter. I just knocked over the teacup. Clean it up later."
Su Li saw Wu Bin who was going to come downstairs. She quickly stopped Wu Bin's figure.
Perhaps even Su Li herself didn't realize what such a natural action meant.
She clearly knew that as long as Wu Bin came in, Ling Li would definitely have to leave. In this way, she could communicate with Ling Li less and expose herself. But she stopped Wu Bin. She subconsciously … didn't want Ling Li to leave.
"Yes, Miss."
Mammy Li glanced at Ling Li and left with a smile.
Su Li took a breath slightly. She walked forward a few steps and walked to Ling Li. She gently took the mask that he still kept in the posture of handing over.
"Aren't you afraid that your identity will be exposed by giving me such a mask?"
Ling Li couldn't help laughing. He shook his head and said, "I don't need to expose myself in front of you. This thing is the secret treasure of the Yinmo Cult, just like my mask. With it, even mortals can be isolated from the detection of seniors of the longevity realm. It also has the effect of disguise. I will teach you a pithy formula, and you can master it. "
Then Ling Li pointed between Su Li's eyebrows and passed the pithy formula to her. But he felt pity.
It was a pity that his cultivation was not enough to suppress the old people of the Yinmo Cult. With the unique mental method of the Hierarch of the Yinmo Cult, the mask could be refined into the body and carried with him. It was the best magic treasure to save his life.
In the Dasu Town, he relied on the mask to disguise himself and escaped all the way. Otherwise, it was impossible for him to escape with his original appearance when a killer of a branch chased him.
Su Li lowered her eyebrows and reached out to touch the pattern on the mask. Then she returned it to him and said, "This thing is precious. I can't take it."
Ling Li frowned slightly, but he soon stretched out his eyebrows. He put the mask on the tea table that he helped up and smiled carelessly,
"It's just an ordinary secret treasure. There are many of them in the Yinmo Cult. You have helped me so much. Don't you want to accept a small gift from me?"
Su Li pursed her lips slightly. If there were many secret treasures, why did he hide this thing in his body when he had nothing in the previous life?
"Well, as you wish, I accept it."
…
The night wind blew and the clothes of the two people on the roof fluttered.
"Master, that is the Yin Face Jade Bone. It is a pair with your mask. The elders want to keep it for the future Madam Hierarch. You … just give it away?"
Ling Mo thought of Su Li's reluctant expression and suddenly felt depressed.
Ling Li smiled and said helplessly, "Didn't you see that she was unwilling to accept it? If she can … it's best if she is willing to be the Madam Hierarch. If not … I will always wait for her! When I break through to immortal-level, do you think those old things who are about to be buried can still control my thoughts? "
"Of course not!" Ling Mo lowered his head and firmly said, "You are the leader of the Yinmo Cult!"
Ling Li narrowed his eyes and didn't dwell on this topic. He looked at the busy night market and was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, "How is the investigation of the Wanjian Sect going?"
"The news from the Elder's Pavilion said that the Wanjian Sect was in chaos and the Young Head ran away. Those people who came to Yunjing were already looking for the Young Head."
Ling Li sneered and said, "Have you ever seen the subordinates who are looking for the Young Head with murderous intent?"
Ling Mo was shocked and said, "Master, you mean …"
"It's better for the Wanjian Sect to be busy with its own affairs. The Yinmo Cult also needs to continue to cultivate and strengthen. However, the Dongfang Family should have a connection with the Wanjian Sect … "
Ling Li looked serious. It was more dangerous than he thought to find the murderer for his father.
In the Affiliated School of the National Academy.
After Ling Li left, Su Li came to the underground adytum with the mask. She glanced at the Poisonous Mother-Child Insect which was still slowly wriggling in the bottle. Then she looked back at the mask.
After many twists and turns, the mask returned to her hand.
Taking a deep breath, Su Li's lips squirmed and she murmured. The jade-bone mask immediately glowed and became brighter and brighter. Finally, it melted into a ball of jade-colored water and flowed into Su Li's body through the pores of her palm.
A slightly hot flow passed through her tendons and meridians. Su Li closed her eyes and looked inside her pubic region. As expected, she saw the pocket-sized version of the mask lying quietly in the center of the pubic region.
She naturally knew how to refine it into her body.
Although she didn't practice the mental method of the Yinmo Cult in her previous life, Ling Li forced her to recite those obscure articles hundreds and thousands of times. Those words had already become an inseparable part of her soul.
At that time, although she didn't understand Ling Li's intention, she obediently took a lot of time to review and recite every day. Until she encountered a disaster later and got the Ghost Valley Meditation Direction in the brothel of the military, she realized that Ling Li had predicted the future. She regarded those secret methods as the seeds of revenge.
The crazy price was not killing the enemy with his own hands, but killing Dongfang Rui by mistake and regretting to death.
Tick —
Su Li slightly bowed her head. It turned out that her nails pinched into her palm unconsciously. Drops of red blood dripped down along the lines of her palm.
In silence, she slowly got up and walked to the table. She picked up the glass bottle containing the Poisonous Child-Mother Insect. The blood flowed into the bottle. The Poisonous Child-Mother Insect was immediately stimulated. Its surface seemed to be corroded and there was a burst of light smoke.
Su Li, you are just a malicious ghost coming for revenge. Even if you accept the mask, you can only take it to hell.
You can't waver anymore …
At the same time when Su Li's blood flowed into the glass bottle —
Far away in the frontier.
Zhu Yan, with bruises all over her body and numb expression, climbed up the city wall with difficulty with stones that were much heavier than her. Her eyes were dark, just like Su Li who had lost hope in the previous life.
After leaving Yunjing City, she wanted to reveal Su Li's true face to the public. Even if she knew that no one believed what she said, it would be good if she could talk about it.
However, Su Li, the devil, didn't even give her such a poor chance!
She … was mute!
On the first day when she became mute, Zhu Yan howled miserably, but she was repeatedly beaten by the officers and soldiers.
After being tormented a few times, she learned her lesson and stopped making a fuss. However, her body started to ache faintly from time to time. Moreover, along with the passage of time, the pain became more and more unbearable, and it tortured her to the point that she couldn't sleep at night!
Retribution!
Dragging the stone to the city wall, Zhu Yan laughed silently and burst into tears. This was not the retribution from heaven … It was the retribution from Erya, the girl who was tortured by her since childhood. Erya's retribution was more ferocious than any scourge or beast!
Suddenly, a burning pain began from her back and slowly spread.
"Ah ah ah ah!!!"
A blood-curdling scream came from her mouth, and the stone in her hand fell to the ground. It fell directly onto the city wall and almost hit the overseer.
The supervisor was so scared that his face turned pale. When he looked up and saw Zhu Yan on the city wall, he couldn't help but scold and went upstairs while waving his whip.
"Crazy woman, you are courting death!!"
"Ah ah ah ah!"
Zhu Yan scratched her whole body in horror, and soon her skin was scratched. The blood flowed along the skin, which was hideous and terrible. The supervisor was shocked and took a few steps back. This woman in front of him couldn't have really gone crazy, right?
"Help me! Something is burning me! Help me!! "
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Zhu Yan kept screaming, but she became mute. No one could understand what she meant. More and more people gathered around to watch the fun. Several supervisors also came over. They all looked at Zhu Yan and pointed at her in a circle.
"Is she bewitched? I think it's quite like … "
As soon as the words came out, everyone unconsciously shrank their necks, as if there was a cold wind blowing past their ears. "Don't talk nonsense, or you will lose your head!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
In such a miserable scream and the indifferent discussion of the onlookers, Zhu Yan scratched herself to death, and the blood flowed on the ground.
Seeing that she finally died, the onlookers suddenly dispersed, as if nothing had happened.
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