deceitful cultivator

Chapter 15
As night fell, Ren Qing hesitated for a moment, then followed the head briskly.

He wasn't worried about exposing himself to the Hundred Eyes, because the human eyes in the snail's and fish's stomachs were dead objects, only affected by spells.

Otherwise, when Ren Qing made contact, he would have already obtained the information flow from Baimu.

The main reason was that there was a lot of movement from the direction of Dongcheng, and a large number of police officers had already started to block the streets, which made him faintly worried.

Ren Qing didn't want to let go of the clues of the hundred-eyed person, so he simply kept several hundred meters away from the head, relying on the ability of the double-eyed person to follow behind silently.

thump.

The head fell into the ditch used to catch the rainwater, and continued towards the south of the city, at a slow speed but extremely concealed.

Ren Qing grasped the dagger at his waist, and the pupils of his eyes turned to each other.

The reason why I use a knife is just because I feel comfortable.

Compared with other urban areas, the south of the city is more mixed with fish and dragons, and more than half of the dead bodies come from gang fights.

Although the yamen has been rectified, the situation has not improved, but has intensified.

But this also made the south of the city bustling at night, almost every street has flower houses, and the smell of rouge permeates the air.

There are no longer a few gambling houses, and gang leaders are inevitable in the smog.

The place where Ren Qing followed the head was very close to the residential area, so the doors and windows were closed tightly so that no one noticed.

After the speed of the head slowed down, he adjusted the pace accordingly.

Seeing the human head rolled into a dilapidated Town God's Temple, Ren Qing found a forest to hide, and used the grass to observe secretly.

After a while, a man kept looking around and sneaked into the ruined temple.

A Hundred Eyes?
wrong………

There was a faint guess in Ren Qing's heart.

He continued to wait patiently, and took out the pig's eye and swallowed it into his belly. The heat could keep the blood flowing quickly throughout his body.

It's time for a cup of tea.

The man walked out of the ruined temple. He wrapped his head in cotton cloth and put his hands in his arms, intending to head towards the residential area.

Ren Qing took advantage of the moonlight to see this person's appearance clearly.

About 25 or [-] years old, with scars all over his bare skin, and his eyes are very fierce.

He carried the sackcloth and didn't take a few steps, but saw a figure in the distance.

The other party was shrouded in the shadow formed by the trees, and his appearance could not be distinguished, so he felt a frightening aura.

The man's footsteps stopped suddenly, he stared at it with a suspicious expression, and then subconsciously pulled out the machete from his waist.

"We meet Lu Ping in Xiaheni, who is the hero?"

Ren Qing said coldly: "The yamen, I want to ask you a question."

Hearing this, Lu Ping took a few steps back, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"My lord is a jailer?"

Ren Qing didn't reply, and continued to stare intently, walking slowly.

"My lord, I have never committed a crime, and the river mud will be the nearest..."

"What's in your hand?"

"I didn't kill it!"

Lu Ping's face was pale, and his whole body trembled and his head fell to the ground.

Amidst the terrifying threat Ren Qing brought, he couldn't care less. As his skin squirmed, a few more eyes appeared on his forehead.

Ren Qing thought of the Wumu method he found from the bookstore, it seemed that it was not a coincidence, the one with a hundred eyes was spreading it consciously.

The Hundred Eyes controlled some monks to collect human eyes for themselves, and the rest were abandoned children who diverted the guard's sight.

Maybe the Hundred Eyes didn't show up from the beginning to the end, and used magic to stir up the muddy water in the whole city.

At least half of the non-existent crimes that appeared were committed by people who practiced the No-Aim method, and it is difficult to sort out the truth and falsehood.

In this way, even if the guards intervene, Hundred Eyes can easily get away.

Ren Qing asked, "How did you give him your eyes?"

Lu Ping's expression was gloomy. If he had known that he wouldn't have touched that spell, he got so caught up in it that he was even watched by the jailer.

"I don't know, I just come here every three days, and then put the human eye on the windowsill, and the birds will take it away."

Lu Ping pointed to the extra eyes on his forehead and said: "If you don't do this, the alienation of the body will be completely out of control."

Ren Qing nodded slightly.

It seems that in order to hide their identities, the Hundred Eyes did not cast eyeliner in Sanxiang City, so the matter of Butcher Zhang is easier to resolve.

Ren Qing was still approaching, Lu Ping quickly said: "I'm relatively restrained, those guys..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ren Qing appearing under the moonlight, and immediately closed his mouth, and his expression became extremely ugly.

I thought he was a jailer who was afraid of the great figures of the Lianheni Society, but he didn't expect that he was just a yamen servant, and he didn't even count as a fast arrester.

"Since when did the yamen be so lenient?"

"I'm sorry, I'll take your life."

Ren Qing quickened his pace, and the double pupil had locked onto Lu Ping.

Lu Ping showed a ferocious smile. He pulled out his machete and rushed out. He was just a yamen servant. Could it be possible that he could still beat me?

The machete slashed from top to bottom.

Ren Qing dodged sideways like a prophet, unsheathed his dagger and slashed at Lu Ping.

Lu Ping stretched out his hand to grab it, and the sound of metal colliding came from the contact between the palm and the blade.

Ren Qing drew back the dagger, he noticed that Lu Ping had a few eyeballs on his palm, he didn't expect it to be so hard.

At this moment, the news from the policeman suddenly approached.

Lu Ping thought of retreating: "You and I are going our separate ways, just pretend that we have never seen each other before..."

Ren Qing didn't wait for him to finish, the short knife pierced his ribs at a strange angle.

Lu Ping felt severe pain coming from his body, and his breathing became short of breath, which was caused by severe damage to his lungs.

In the panic, he swung the machete more and more haphazardly.

Ren Qing looked extremely calm. Although the jailer might have come nearby, it was enough to kill the enemy.

Sheath the knife.

The speed of double pupil rotation accelerated, and the flow of time seemed to become extremely slow.

He grabbed the handle of the knife, Lu Ping was full of flaws under his eyes, and there were countless ways to kill in his mind.

Ren Qing chose the simplest.

out of the knife.

Lu Ping maintained his running posture, but there was a thin line on his neck, from which blood seeped.

His head fell to the ground and rolled around a few times, with an incredible expression on his face.

Ren Qing glanced at the short knife in his hand, the blade was rolled up, if he touched something hard, it might break.

This knife was left by the predecessor brother, so the material is relatively ordinary, so I can only find a chance to change to a new weapon.

Ren Qing immediately got up and left the ruined temple. He hid in the grass and watched from a distance, and noticed two guards walking quickly on the eaves.

One of the guards is the white girl I met in the prison, and she belongs to the normal painting style that is out of place.

The other jailer had long hands and feet, and every step was a few meters away.

The goal of the two is Wang Bingquan's head.

The long-handed and long-legged jailer opened his mouth to spit out a large web that resembled spider silk, rolled up the head and left. Only the white girl looked at Ren Qing's direction with a flat face.

After the two left, Ren Qing came out from the hiding place.

(End of this chapter)