Chapter 2715 Stabbing the Scriptures with Blood

Chapter 2715

Even so, his words were full of approval.

"Who would do that?" The man frowned.

The two fell into a moment of silence, then looked at each other in unison, and said one person in unison.

"That young man in white at the theater?"

The actor nodded, "It should be him. In Ren'an City today, there are not many masters who can kill Qing Lao San and Bai Lao Qi so neatly. Except for this young master, no one else can." Shot!"

The man frowned and asked, "But the question is why did he make a move?"

The actor smiled, "It's very simple. The people in Shura Hall always seek revenge. They attacked me in the theater before, but this young man in white stopped him. It must be because of resentment in his heart, so he took the initiative to come to the door! "

The man nodded, "This should be the reason, but these guys never expected that this seemingly weak young man would be so powerful. If he failed in the sneak attack but was killed by him, they deserved it."

The actor didn't speak, but turned around and took out a piece of black paper from the table, and covered Qing and Lao San's cheeks.

Then, he stretched out his two middle fingers, hung them on the paper, and drew out of thin air. Every time he made a stroke, a gold seal would appear out of thin air on the paper.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely complicated talisman appeared on the black paper.

Once the talisman was completed, the black paper immediately turned into a thick black mist, which then penetrated into the corpse of the third child.

The corpse of Qing Laosan trembled unceasingly, as if he was about to cheat his corpse.

At this moment, the actor pointed at the center of Qing Laosan's eyebrows, and then slowly raised it, a wisp of black mist was pulled out.

The actor showed a serious look on his face, "This is all the memories left in his mind before he died, I hope there will be the information we want in it!"

After finishing speaking, the actor flicked his fingers lightly.

The black mist immediately turned into a black mirror, and a chaotic image appeared in the rear mirror.

The image was blurry at first, but soon became clearer.

What was shown inside was the scene of Qing Lao San fighting Xue An before he died.

When they saw Xue An's shirtless body and the tattoos all over his back, the two people in the room screamed in unison.

"The Great Sage of Bones!"

Immediately, the two looked at each other, and both saw the solemn look in each other's eyes.

The Great Sage of Bones is an ancient god. It is rumored that he has the ability to destroy the world, and he even fought evenly with those ancient evils. cut off.

And looking at the tattoos on Xue An's body, it is obvious that he has obtained the orthodox inheritance of the Bone Sage.

"No wonder he is so powerful at such an age!" the man muttered to himself.

But what happened next shocked them even more.

The carriage that broke into it suddenly revealed mystery and weirdness,

When the small round mirror appeared, the two of them were startled.

"Outside the building!"

Then the opera singer smiled wryly, "It should be that Hua Kui Yun Lingxuan, and she should arrive by the estimated time, but I didn't expect that she would also meet the people from Shura Palace!"

The following scene was very bloody and violent. Xue An killed the two of them neatly, and then the scene was plunged into darkness, and then the black mist also collapsed.

The corpse of the third child was also broken together.

There was silence in the room, only the slight sound of the oil lamp flame flickering.

After a long time, the man sighed softly.

"The Great Sage of Bones, the Shura Hall, and people from the building outside the building have all appeared. This time, the literary meeting is really... lively!"

The actor said slowly: "No matter who appears, our actions will not change this time, and we are only allowed to succeed, not to fail!"

When he said this, the expression on the actor's face was complicated, with determination and fanaticism, but more of a relief.

The man also nodded solemnly, "Understood!"

"You go, leave these two corpses to me!"

"yes!"

The man turned around and sneaked into the vast night.

The actor stood there for a while, his thin figure looked extremely lonely under the light of the oil lamp.

After a while, he chuckled, "Master, don't worry, soon the two of us will be able to kill your enemies!"

When he said this, there were tears in his eyes.

But he quickly took a deep breath, suppressed the tears back, and then stretched out his hand to draw a few times in the air, a flame rune emerged, burning the two corpses on the ground to ashes.

After the flames were extinguished, the actor collected the ashes and buried them in a flowerpot on the windowsill.

There is a sunflower planted in the flower pot, which is a very common flower species in this world, but this potted flower grows surprisingly bright, really like a flame in full bloom.

After finishing all this, the actor checked again carefully, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he sat back at the desk again.

There is an unfinished manuscript on the desk. The font is beautiful and fine, and the color is almost bright red. It is actually a scripture.

The actor first folded his hands reverently in salute to the scriptures, then picked up the writing brush on the table, and plunged it into his chest without hesitation.

puff!

The brush penetrated deep into the chest, but no blood spilled out, but the light of blood kept flickering.

The actor's complexion turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he didn't show any pain, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

After a while, he did not pull out the writing brush until the whole body of the writing brush became as bright red as blood.

The large hole in the chest is exposed, and even the beating heart can be seen inside.

The actor bent down devoutly, and continued to write scriptures with the pen in his hand.

Every bright red font is full of infinite forbearance and anger.

In a trance, he seemed to be back in the past.

At that time, the master was still by his side, just standing aside like this, staring at me to study.

Whenever she wanted to be lazy, she would stretch out her hand and flick her head lightly, and then scolded with a smile.

"Boy, no matter how serious you are, you won't be allowed to eat!"

Now that I am serious, I will never be lazy again, but the master will never come back.

Tears dripped and hit the scriptures, soaking it all up.

And at the same moment, in an inn, Xue An closed the window facing the street.

The watchman's screams just now caused a commotion, Xue An heard them all, but he didn't care.

Although he didn't look at it, he believed that the corpse in that alley must have disappeared at this moment.

At this moment, he felt an inexplicable throbbing, couldn't help smiling, and then let go of the restraint.

Suddenly, An Yan appeared in the room.

"Yan'er, you..."