The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 157 The two-way rush of Tiger and Shen Le (Subscription Request)

The old turtle slowly crawled to the mud, sniffed it, sniffed it again, then retracted its head into its shell, and didn't speak for a long time.

The owner of the clay figurine waited patiently for a while, walked around the clay figurine twice, and then walked around the old turtle several times. Before he could get a response, he finally lost his patience and slapped the turtle on its shell:
"Don't be so slow! If you dawdle any longer, I'll peel off your tortoise shell and burn it!"

"My lord, my lord..." The old turtle was almost vomiting blood after being slapped by him. Its limbs, head and tail involuntarily stretched out of its shell and shook a few times:
"Your Majesty, please don't be angry. Let me take my time to read it... Your Majesty, even if you burn my tortoise shell, no one will interpret the divination for you!!!"

"Humph! Wouldn't I imprison your soul and let you interpret it yourself? Your tortoise shell can be burned a few more times!"

The old turtle sighed. He was a good black turtle. If he hadn't coveted the magical herb on the wall of the pool, why would he have crawled out? Wouldn't it be better to practice in the water?
Now, it has fallen into the hands of this unreasonable tiger. If the old turtle is under the command of the Dragon King, he can become the Prime Minister of Turtle, and the promotion sequence is completely smooth;
The old turtle in the hands of the tiger is just an ordinary old turtle. If it is not a little bit of divination ability, I am afraid it will be killed and eaten anytime and anywhere!

It buried its head in the mud, swung its tail, and turned its shell left and right. Rays of light hit the shell, as if condensed and not dispersed, weaving into mysterious patterns.

The old turtle continued to shake its body, and the light became more and more condensed, gradually forming the phantom of the Bagua, which then began to rotate on its shell.

The light and shadows were spinning faster and faster, and just as a hexagram was about to condense in the middle of the Eight Diagrams, the old turtle suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground. Blood was gushing out of his mouth, his limbs were bleeding, and a black and red sticky substance was gushing out of his back door:

"don't want--"

what is that!
What did he calculate!
So powerful!

So scary!
The towering shadow looming over the target was simply not something a little demon of his level would dare to predict or be worthy of predicting!

The old turtle lay on the ground, panting for a long time, relying on the long lifespan of turtles to recover. With only a thread of breath left, he reported to the tiger:
"My lord, the guy on the other side is too strong, too strong. You must not go! I just brushed past him, and I vomited blood like this..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Do the math for me!" The tiger slapped the tortoise shell again.

He has been cultivating for more than 1,400 years, and has survived two thunder tribulations. The third thunder tribulation is imminent. Since sixty years ago, he has had an inexplicable warning sign in his heart:

This thunder tribulation is very dangerous, extremely dangerous, and it may be impossible to survive it.

He had this feeling the first two times, and he ended up going down the mountain to kill a bunch of people and collect human blood to survive the thunderstorm. But this time, he didn't dare, no matter what.

The amount of human blood, bones, and souls needed this time will be a very large number, and it cannot be gathered by simply killing a few people or slaughtering a few villages;
And the Iron-backed Gray Wolf hundreds of miles away was blasted into pieces by the human army after he killed less than half of the number he needed!

When he thinks of that scene, he still feels a chilling fear that seeps into his bones. He can no longer remember how many times he woke up from his dreams in the middle of the night and woke up with a loud scream:
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

That wolf demon was surrounded and killed by a group of ordinary humans! There was not a single cultivator present, at least not a single high-level cultivator!

There was no cultivator fighting against the wolf demon. Those who fought were all ordinary people!!!

At that time, with the help of the ghost's eyes, he held up a telescope from a very far distance and watched the wolf demon rushing left and right, stirring up the evil spirit in the sky;
Watching the humans mobilize dozens of iron lumps to surround the wolf demon from all sides. No matter which direction the wolf demon rushed out, it was hit by heavy fire, making it howl miserably, and could not get close;
The wolf demon moved as fast as the wind, leaping and swooping, and it was almost impossible for the naked eye to follow its position. Even if he fought it personally, he had to be extremely alert and use his demonic energy to restrict the wolf demon's movements.
However, those fire lines seemed to have eyes on the iron lumps. No matter how the wolf demon turned and changed direction, there were fire lines that could follow its body shape.

And when the wolf demon gradually became tired and its movements gradually slowed down, that light! That strong light!

That violent force that impacts everything!

After the explosion, the wolf demon lay on the ground, with only a few broken ashes left. The demonic aura, fangs, magical tools, and even the wolf skin and bones were all gone!!!

After witnessing that incident, the tiger hid in the mountains and never dared to go out again, let alone enter human towns to kill.

At most, they could kill a few people who entered the mountain, or let the ghosts lure a few people into the mountain. Large-scale killings would really be courting death!

However, if he didn't kill enough people, he wouldn't be able to gather enough blood and energy, and he would have to find another way to overcome the tribulation. This time when the ghost servant got into trouble, he had a vague feeling:
The chance to survive the thunder tribulation will come in this direction!
"Calculate! Calculate quickly! If you don't calculate, I'll peel off your turtle shell!"

It exerted more force, stepping on the old turtle's plastron, causing it to squeak and spit out blood again, then it threw it a pill.

The old turtle stretched his neck, swallowed the pill, and began to recalculate with a sad voice. However, after calculating for a long time, he only had a vague feeling:

"My lord, it's in the south, in the south... My lord, it's dangerous there, we can't go there!"

"What south? Let's count it later!" The tiger stomped his foot again in anger:
"Except for where I'm standing, all other provinces are in the south! I know that without you having to calculate!!!"

"I know! I know!" the old turtle shouted desperately:
"In the place where the dragon energy is the most concentrated!"

"This……"

The tiger was in a dilemma. In a place with the most dragon energy, the center of the human torrent, no monster dared to make trouble. Whoever stood out would die.

Especially for someone like him who carries human lives on his shoulders, if he dares to enter the capital, he will be blown into pieces dozens of miles away from the capital! The tiger let go of the old turtle and paced back and forth in the cave, his eyes sweeping over the clay figurines.

After scanning for a long time, he raised his hand and grabbed it. A wisp of black air rose from a fat and plump clay figurine, and condensed into a human shape in front of him:
"My king, what do you want me to do?"

"Go talk to the old turtle." The tiger stretched out his hand and pushed, and the humanoid black gas involuntarily floated in front of the old turtle:

"Go to the capital, find the person I want, and bring him back to me - or follow him, wait until he is in a place with few people, and then notify me to arrest him!"

The humanoid black energy knelt down and accepted the order. It communicated with the old turtle for a long time, then pounced to the ground and disappeared.

A moment later, hundreds of miles away from the cave, a middle-aged man straightened his clothes and walked out...

It would take at least two or three days for this lackey to follow the old turtle's instructions and rush to the capital. It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack in the capital, and no one knew how long it would take.

At the same time, Shen Le had handed over the captured ghost servant, along with the lightning shell outside, to the staff of the Special Affairs Department:
"It's right here. There's a big boss behind it, and he threatened me, saying he's going to eat me and my friends and family alive - I'll leave the rest of the story up to you guys!"

"No problem, leave it to us!" The man took the wooden box with both hands, opened it and took a quick look, his hands shaking.

The box was plain, used by antique shops to store small items, lined with black velvet, and the wholesale price was five dollars a piece;
But the silver-white bead in the box was too scary! As soon as he opened the box a crack, he felt his hair stand on end.

That thing can’t explode!

Don't explode it!

If it explodes within one meter, his life will be gone on the spot!
He immediately closed the lid of the box, took out a handful of talismans, and pasted them all over. He had to paste them on all six sides of the box, and on each of the twelve edges. He was still not satisfied after pasting them all, so he pasted a few more and wrapped the entire box!

Shen Le shook his head as he watched. The electric net that sealed the ghost servant was controlled by the small oil lamp. As long as the small oil lamp didn't let go, it wouldn't explode no matter what.

If the small oil lamp was left alone, the power grid would most likely dissipate slowly instead of exploding directly.

As for the ghost servants inside, whether they can survive until the power grid disappears is an unknown...

"By the way, remember to inform me about the follow-up of the interrogation of the ghost servant! I don't want a big boss to suddenly attack me for no reason..."

"Don't worry! I'll tell you when there's news!" The man started the car and drove away quickly.

Hurry up and send the things to Master Uncle and seal them with professional equipment.

This thing must not explode before being sent into the instrument!
Shen Le sent away the professionals from the special affairs department and sent the fat shop owner to the hospital, where he watched him undergo debridement and disinfection while crying all the way.

After crying and shouting, I still want to thank Shen Le:
"Mr. Shen, Master Shen, thank you so much this time! Without you, I would have lost my life - please give me an account number and I will transfer the money to you..."

"Oh, not too much. You've suffered a huge loss this time..."

Shen Le said something casually while sending the account number. As soon as he put down the phone, he heard a ding-dong sound and a message popped up:
500,000 RMB received...

Fine……

Considering the fat shop owner's wealth, five hundred thousand should be okay, right?

"Master, next time my family and friends encounter any problems, you must help them!"

The fat shop owner didn't even think that the reward was too much. He respectfully handed over a business card:
"I can't get more cash at the moment, so this is just a small gift, not a token of respect. Also, if there's anything in my store that interests you, just take it away, no money required!"

To be honest, there is really nothing I am interested in. Shen Le sighed, stood at the door of the store, and pointed casually:
"Other things are fine, but can you please take this soul bottle - or rather, the fragment of this soul bottle - away with me?"

Although the shape of the soul bottle is from the Three Kingdoms period, judging by the details of the glaze on the fragments, it is probably, perhaps, very likely from the Ming Dynasty.

Take it back and piece it together, repair it, maybe we can get more information about the ghost servant's origin, so we can be more prepared?
"No problem! This box is all yours!" The fat shop owner, still in shock, patted his chest and agreed immediately. After patting his chest, his fat face suddenly twisted:
Forgot about the scratch on my palm, I slapped it too hard...

Shen Le took the box of pottery away leisurely, planning to find a place to clean it up and then do some preliminary repairs. After dragging it back to the hotel, he was thinking about whether to go to Mr. Chen's studio or to school when his phone rang again:
"Mr. Shen! How are you going to break this seal? We can't open it!"

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