Chapter 942： Mei Take

Chapter 942 Wu Zhuming

Following the dark river out of the mountain, Shanli immediately climbed out of the river.

Unlike Zhuang Wen who never left this mountain, he is still very familiar with the nearby geographical location.

At this time, if he floated along the river to the front of Qianli Village, he would have delivered it to his door.

"Ahem!"

He clutched his chest and coughed a few times, and found that his strength was fading, showing horror.

"Zhuang Wen must have done something! Too despicable and shameless!"

A mean and shameless person calls a partner mean and shameless.

But he is a pragmatic person, and he calmed down quickly.

"You can practice again when your strength is gone. There are no good Taoism scriptures in Shima Temple, but Qingshui Temple has them. That person has learned a lot, as long as he is willing to teach."

Thinking that the five years of torture failed to make that person utter a single word, fierceness flashed in his eyes again.

Not long ago, in order to survive, he told the story that Wu Zhuming was still alive.

The man is still alive, but he has become a useless person, so the Taoism in his mind is useful.

Even so, the other party refused to speak.

"They can't let them know where Wu Zhuming is, I must transfer him immediately. Also, I must pry his mouth open!"

He coughed up blood, and staggered forward.

This is the backside of the mountain, and there is also a village called Houli Village.

Houli Village is a certain distance from the mountain, and Zhuang Wen didn’t take it into his pocket. In addition, most of the villagers have moved and built houses to live in. This village is, in a sense, an empty village.

At the end of the village, there is a small farmyard.

The shape of the thatched house, the front yard and the back yard is exactly a gossip.

A very perfect and extremely ancient formation, preventing the breath of the people in the room from leaking.

There is a person living in the yard. He sits in a wooden wheelchair and comes out of the house. He first grabs a handful of rice and spreads it to the chickens and ducklings in the front yard. From a distance, he started to turn over the vegetable field.

There is also an orange tree near the thatched house, and there are many winter oranges, like golden lanterns adorned on the branches.

A few birds stopped on the branches, pecking a few mouthfuls of oranges from time to time.

This is a family of birds. One male and one female were imprisoned accidentally, and they can never get out again. Later, birds were born one after another.

If you are hungry, you will have rice and worms to eat, if you are thirsty, you will have oranges, and you can drink water from the small pool in the front yard.

The birds also settle here, chirping every day, making this place less deserted.

After turning over the vegetable field, the man turned pale and slid his wheelchair towards the thatched cottage.

His frame is actually very big, and his bones are also very good. It can be seen that he used to be a handsome and very tall man.

But now, he has no flesh on his body, has a big frame, looks a little skinny, and his face has begun to lose its shape. The torment of the poison made his face turn blue and white all the year round, and his lips were always dark purple.

As for those legs, they have already begun to shrink.

He has a pair of beautiful eyes, which can be called star pupils. They are very big and should be bright, but now, the look in those star pupils is very dim. Maybe in a short time, maybe in the next second, they will be completely dark.

"boom!"

There was a sound from the door.

Wu Zhuming narrowed his eyes slightly, but the movement of sliding the wheelchair didn't stop.

He knew that it was Shanli, whom he had once considered a friend, who had come.

In the past five years ago, this happened frequently.

When he couldn't use those abilities freely, when Shima Guan was forced to repair by Qing Shui Guan, or when he found out that there were others, and when he found out that he was not as good as some people, Shan Li would always come so aggressively.

He came aggressively, spoke vulgar words, and used both soft and hard tactics, trying to get Qingshui Temple's Taoism from him, saying that he would definitely let him out.

And he was very clear that from the day he was plotted against, Shan Li would not let him leave no matter what, not even his bones.

The once high-spirited son of heaven can only die in this small courtyard.

The flesh and blood disappeared, and the bones were buried in the soil, and gradually, completely merged with the land.

With this thought in mind, Wu Zhu went to the front yard calmly, and saw Shanli who was seriously injured.

His pupils trembled.

Those vicious eyes came out from the gap in the bangs, staring at Wu Zhuming.

"Are you happy now?"

Wu Zhuming didn't say a word.

"The people in Qingshui Temple have not forgotten you, and have always wanted to find out what happened back then through me. Are you very happy?"

Wu Zhuming remained silent.

His eyes wandered over Shanli's body, and every time he saw a wound, he would judge when and why the wound was formed.

Using Shanli's injuries to judge the relationship between the opponent's strength and Shanli.

A person close to Shan Li who was defenseless was sure to hit him, causing Shan Li to be seriously injured. Afterwards, the two sides entangled and injured the luteal bone and abdomen.

Afterwards, Shanli soaked in the water for a long time, the wound began to inflame, and he dragged his body all the way back.

Wu Zhuming smiled with a disfigured face, "When you were seeking skin from a tiger, you should have expected this day."

Shanli stared at him.

"I hate your eyes the most."

So bright, so clear, so open-minded, all qualities he never possessed!

Shanli held a knife and strode closer.

"I'm going to take you away, but before I go, I must cut out your eyes."

Wu Zhuming rolled his eyes, "Then I have to remind you, blood is a very important clue."

Shanli's hand stopped.

Wu Zhuming: "If you want to take me away and don't want to be discovered, then from now on, I can't get hurt a little bit. Any trace of breath, a drop of blood will become your death talisman."

Shanli glared at him fiercely, pulled the wheelchair directly, ignored the creatures in the yard, and strode out.

When he was about to go out, after thinking about it, he put a few more Taoist weapons on Wu Zhuming.

"Don't think I have no brains, these can take away your breath, I have enough ability to transfer you in a short time."

Wu Zhu smiled without saying a word.

He didn't expect to escape successfully either.

What's more, he became a useless person, bad at acting, his skills were transferred, and only the Taoist scriptures in his mind remained.

He is so downcast that he doesn't want to go back to the teacher's school.

However, before dying, it is also a kind of luck to smell the fresh air.

Almost the moment Wu Zhuming was pushed away from the yard, a few darts flew over.

Shan Li couldn't dodge in time, and one arm was stabbed.

The toxin spreads instantly.

"Who is so vicious to put poison on darts?"

A beautiful image came into view.

Wen Xiexi didn't look at the man, and smiled innocently at Shanli.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know there was poison on this dart. I snatched this dart from Hua Yunqing from Yugui Palace. If you want to blame, you can blame her!"

The moment the voice fell, Wen Xianlei came to Shanli and gave a powerful blow.

"I can't beat you to death!"

"I hurt my man like this, and I'm still hiding here!"

Wen Yanlei's current strength is her true level, and she caught Shanli by surprise.

She uses both housekeeping skills and simple boxing skills.

If you hit him, you have to curse. His face is sweet and cute, but his words are ugly, and his strikes are also very ruthless. He went straight to Shanli's Half-Life.

"A tear."

A hoarse, familiar voice came, and she held back her tears before letting go of her hand, and looking at Shanli lying on the ground, she was almost out of shape.

She gave a kick in disgust, and when she turned around, she restrained all her violent ferocity and squeezed out an aggrieved expression.

The aggrieved girl knelt on one knee and threw herself into the man's arms. She was weak and weak, and pitifully showed her hand.

"Look, he hurt my hand, it hurts so much, I want you to blow it off."

"It's not enough to brag, but to hug. How many years do you owe me to hug?"

(end of this chapter)