Chapter 2383

Lin Mengya took a look. She was afraid that she had the last determination. She came to find the head of her music Gu family. After a long time, she slowly opened her mouth.

"I'm afraid I can't accept it."

The look in the eyes of the leader of the Yue Gu clan suddenly became gray.

Like being forcibly deprived of the last bit of hope.

But Lin Mengya's words are twists and turns.

"But I can let you take back what you have lost. Wouldn't it be better to avenge your own blood feud?"

The patriarch looked at her in amazement. His lips couldn't make any sound and squirmed uncontrollably.

She seemed to have mind reading skills at once, nodded and said to herself, "yes, I can let you get back the complete magic Gu."

After consulting ancient books and zither scores, she has a full understanding of the power of magic Gu.

It is said that when the legu clan flourished, one song could call out the supreme fairyland.

Everyone who has seen it is obsessed with it, and even some people are obsessed with music all their life and become immortals.

Of course, in her words, she must have been killed directly by magic insects.

But even so, people all over the world still admire magic insects.

Even the semi-finished products exposed by those of the divine craftsman are enough to make people obsessed.

How powerful would it be if the real music poison man showed it?

The leader of the Yue Gu clan was stunned.

He looked around anxiously and found a pen and paper on the table next to him.

Immediately excited, he wrote a sentence on the paper.

"Madam, can you really find the complete magic insect for us?"

She nodded.

Last time, she thoroughly studied the body of legu people.

As a clan born to control magic insects, the inheritance of many generations has made the body of the people of legu clan develop into the body most suitable for controlling magic insects.

Even after the magic insects are weakened, the way they control other insects still uses their own rhythm.

The patriarch was ecstatic, but he still had some anxiety.

"However, the complete magic Gu secret method has long been lost."

Lin Mengya thought for a moment and then said, "the patriarch knows that a man called a divine worker?"

The patriarch's eyes were full of confusion.

She was clear in her heart and asked, "the clan leader knows that those people who were captured by your legu clan are now living or dead?"

Mentioned here, the look of the head of the legu clan was a little gloomy.

He wrote: "there was no news from those who were captured, and the place where our family lived in seclusion was burned down."

Today's legu clan is just surviving.

It seems that the music Gu clan is really in the dark.

After sorting out some clues, she said in a slow voice: "clan leader, I think the people who were captured by the legu clan are likely to be alive."

As soon as the leader of legu clan heard this, he was very excited.

"But don't give too much hope yet.

Do you know that a group of people are using magic insects to do some bad things. "

The leader of the legu clan was stunned and wrote: "it's absolutely impossible! Only the elders of our clan know the complete magic Gu secret method!

Even if they are not dead and controlled, they will never reveal the secrets of our family! "

"Therefore, the magic insects they use are incomplete. At most, they will make people have some illusions. But there is one, you should know the complete magic insect secret method."

"Who?" The patriarch wrote urgently.

"The craftsman."

Man, still locked up in her dungeon.

It's said that he's very clever. He just wants to drink every few days.

She has studied that the so-called "divine pulse" is a kind of tonic for Shengong.

It's just that she doesn't lose money.

He often went to dig out the man's secret and exchanged a jar of wine diluted like water, which was sent away.

But recently, the man's requests have become more and more frequent.

I'm really dissatisfied. I want her to increase the concentration.

If you don't give it, you won't think about food and tea, and the whole person will be very depressed.

This made Lin Mengya more alert.

It seems that the function of this divine pulse may not be so safe.

"I want to see him. I wonder if I can?"

The head of the legu clan thought again and again before he wrote it down and asked.

Lin Mengya agreed and asked about the legu family.

Later, she told her worries directly to the other party.

"If they do such a thing, they are afraid that they will bite back on the Yue Gu family in the future. After all, if they can recognize the magic Gu, they must know the origin of this thing."

After all, only le Gu clan can control magic Gu.

The elder of legu clan sighed and wrote, "unless we change our face and don't reveal our identity from now on, we will eventually be misunderstood.

But if so, what's the difference with death? "

There are differences.

In her opinion, it's better to live in a muddle or abandon her national dignity.

The most important thing is that people can survive.

But everyone has their own aspirations. She understands the idea of the leader of the legu clan.

Just like the palace family in those years, if she doesn't come back, I'm afraid she will end up like this.

Everyone has their own aspirations. She reluctantly refused to come and had to do her best.

"Well, I see."

Turning her head, she said, "go and bring up the magic work. Don't reveal the identity of the head of the music Gu clan."

"Yes."

Just a few months ago, Lord Shengong, who was worshipped as a God, is now haggard.

His face was as thin as a skeleton covered with only a layer of skin. The whole person was depressed and decadent. Only his eyes were full of disturbing bright eyes.

Seeing him like this, Lin Mengya could not help frowning.

"Hehe, madam, it's rare for you to remember me." As soon as he entered the door, the man said in a strange way.

Lin Mengya was too lazy to pay attention to him, and her eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine!"

The craftsman held his chicken claw like hand, but there was a sneer on his face.

"I've never been better!"

The gully between Lin Mengya's eyebrows is deeper.

There's something wrong with this man.

"I asked you to come here to ask about the magic insect. Can you hand over the complete magic insect secret method?"

She didn't mention it before.

First, she is not interested. Second, she hopes the other party can relax her vigilance and take the initiative.

Hearing this, the craftsman licked his pale, cracked lips with his scarlet tongue.

"Yes, but I want God's pulse! I want the purest God's pulse! You can't send me anything mixed with water!"

The reaction of the other party made her have some bad guesses.

She has seen such people, those addicts who are addicted to drugs.

Part of her research project with her tutor at that time was to help patients get rid of drug addiction through brain control.

Only because of the limitations of the conditions at that time, finally, their research was shelved.

But she also went to a large-scale drug treatment hospital with her teacher.

There are countless people there who look like divine works.

This divine pulse can also be addictive?

"I don't have such a pure divine pulse. At most, I just give you a few more altars." She replied quietly.

But God works, but he seems a little grumpy.

Those blood red eyes stared at her.

"You lie! I smell the divine pulse on you!"

He was almost intoxicated and sniffed the tempting smell.

Lin Mengya couldn't help being vigilant.

The remaining divine pulse on the old man is indeed on her.

Almost subconsciously, in the instinctive reaction to protect herself, she was restrained by the strange poison and instantly spread to her whole body.

"Why is the taste gone?"

The craftsman sniffed hard and found that the smell really gradually disappeared. Then he was unwilling and collapsed into his seat again.

Lin Mengya breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the strange poison can cover up the taste of divine pulse.

Her mind moved and she remembered that she had drunk the wine given by her uncle before.

Although I was drunk and unconscious at that time, later, I didn't feel at all.

My uncle has been making wine for decades. If all the people who often drink his wine look like the people in front of me, my uncle must have been unable to do it for a long time.

It seems that it is the problem of divine workmanship itself. Perhaps it has something to do with his so-called constitution and blood.

"Change or not?" She doesn't want to keep pestering each other.

The craftsman leaned lazily on the chair, smelled his lips and compared five fingers.

"Five jars, a little water can't be mixed. I've drunk the wine made by the old guy, and you can't fool me."

Lin Mengya didn't promise immediately, but looked at each other with a smile.

"A jar of wine, change a secret. Anyway, you have many secrets. It's better to say a few more."

She assumed an indifferent attitude.

She would like to have wine, but the man's desire for divine pulse was obviously uncontrollable.

She just felt that if something happened beyond her control, it would be difficult to do in the future.

The craftsman glared at her fiercely.

"Are you kidding me?"

She raised her lips: "don't you just send it to me to play? Hurry up, promise or not, I don't have so much time to spend with you!"

It's a pity that her attitude is more determined.

Now, the man finally realized that what she did today was just a whim.

If you don't agree, I don't know when the next chance is.

"Two altars! Otherwise, even if I die, I will never tell you!"

In the face of the other party's cruel play, Lin Mengya said calmly: "one jar is one jar. Send him back. Don't even give him water without my order in the future."

"You! How can you do that?" The craftsman panicked and accused: "this is the condition of our cooperation. You are treacherous!"

"Cooperation?" Lin Mengya sneered and looked at each other.

"The basis of cooperation is that you have to be useful to me. But what else can you do for me now?"

It has to be said that Lin Mengya's intimidation has long been chaotic.

He had no time to think about anything else and hurriedly agreed.

Although, it was under the condition of gnashing teeth and being extremely reluctant.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Lin Mengya didn't talk nonsense to him.

He ordered someone to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. By the way, he also asked someone to take a jar of wine and put it in front of the divine craftsman.

The latter immediately opened the lid and took a deep breath of wine, like tasting Qiongjiang xianniang.

"Write quickly."

She urged in a cold voice.

The craftsman reluctantly closed the lid and wrote on the desk.