The personal doctor of the beautiful president

"Brother, I'm convinced, don't torture me."

The masked man was coquettish at first, but after he suffered a lot, he became more aware of current affairs.

"Hey, I always don't understand the thinking of you people. Sooner or later you have to confess, and you have to suffer first. But you recruited so fast, which is beyond my expectation. I haven't exerted my strength yet. You just surrender." Han Xingye sighed: "In this world, there are fewer and fewer tough bones."

The masked man really wanted to scold his mother: You don't know how bad you are, don't you know.

If I continue to be tough, I'm afraid this bone will be confessed here.

"Brother, if you have any questions, I will tell you the truth. I beg you to hurry up and connect my phalanges."

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain can be fatal.

The masked man couldn't bear the excruciating pain, and the sweat on his head was almost flowing like a river.

"What, you still want to connect your finger bones? Why do you have such a strange idea? Who gave you the courage to make you feel that you can get out of here alive?"

Han Xingye threw a series of questions backhanded, which directly confused the masked man.

"No, you want to kill me?" The masked man said in horror: "You can't do that, I've told you the truth."

"I didn't say that you can survive if you confess." Han Xingye said, "Besides, you said it yourself. You planned to kill me after you robbed me. You can kill me, but I can't." Are you there yet?"

"I was just thinking about it, just talking about it, and I didn't put it into practice."

"That's why I'm going one step further than you. I keep my word and don't talk about it." Han Xingye smiled slightly and said, "In this society full of lies, people like me who keep what we say have become more and more obsessed." There are fewer and fewer. You should feel lucky to meet one, you died for the truth."

The gods died for the truth, making it look like an ideal martyr.

The masked man's mentality collapsed, he didn't want to die.

"Brother, please spare my life, let me do anything."

"Really, anything is fine?" Han Xingye asked casually, "If I let you drill into the grove, is it okay?"

The masked man froze for a moment, gritted his teeth: "Yes."

Fuck, this guy has a heavy taste, he has no bottom line.

"Show your face first, what are you doing with your mask all the time?" Han Xingye tore off the masked man's black cloth.

This guy is quite handsome, but he has the taste of a creamy niche.

"If you have any good things on you, hand them over."

"Brother, as long as you save my life, I can give you anything. This is our Qianjimen's exclusive hidden weapon, please accept it."

Han Xingye looked at the small box he handed over, and lightly pressed the switch. Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, and hundreds of needles were ejected, hitting the opposite tree.

"Is this the legendary Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle? You have this thing, why don't you use it against me?"

"Because I don't think it's necessary... ah."

With a click, the little finger of his left hand was broken off again.

"Everyone, please listen to me. I didn't think it was necessary at first, but it turned out that I was too young to understand the truth that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people."

"You look like you are in your 30s, are you still young?"

"Young or not, it should refer to Jianghu experience, not just age. This is the first time that I have been assigned a task by the master to come to the Jianghu to practice."

Han Xingye couldn't help laughing: "In this way, you are considered a giant baby in the sect."

"Uh, the giant baby is too ugly. It should be considered a half-life wandering, and it will still be a teenager when it comes back."

You want to be ashamed.

"Brother, I even gave you my unique hidden weapon, so you can let me live now."

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but once he did, Han Xingye realized something was wrong.

"I've already used it, can you take all the needles back and reinstall them?"

"Uh, no, this thing is a one-time use." He hesitated and said: "Brother, before you actually do it, I wanted to persuade you not to press it first, but I was afraid of angering you."

Fuck, it's a one-off, why didn't you say it earlier.

You have managed to piss me off.

"Then there's no other way, this thing is one-time, and your life is also one-time." Han Xingye grabbed the ring finger of his left hand and exerted light force.

With a click, he snapped another finger.

According to this trend, if ten fingers are not enough, will you use your toes to make up the number?

"Brother, please be merciful, I still have a good thing, please accept it. I have a compass on my waist, which can not only measure Feng Shui, but also record people's breath, so as to track it.

The reason why I can keep following Song Li is because of it. "

Of course, Han Xingye has a certain understanding of the compass, which is also called a compass, a tool for Fengshui detection.

The ancients believed that the aura of a person is controlled by the aura of the universe, and harmony between humans and the universe is good, and conflict is bad.

Some masters put information at all levels in the universe, such as the stars in the sky, everything on the ground represented by the five behaviors, and the heavenly stems and earthly branches, all on the compass.

It can be said that a small compass, within a square inch, accommodates everything in the world and the vast universe.

High-ranking Feng Shui masters can use the compass to find specific people, or calculate specific events, as well as the location and time of occurrence.

For those with a lower rank, use the compass to hunt for treasure.

Those who often read tomb robbery novels know that a compass is essential.

"What kind of compass is this?" Han Xingye asked.

"It's Yang Pan."

Yang pan refers to the pan created by Yang Gong, the ancestor of Fengshui.

The Yang pan is all-encompassing, including the sky pan, the site, and 72 pans, which can almost be said to set the benchmark for the compass.

In addition, there is a relatively well-known compass, which is the human disk developed by Lai Buyi, a famous physicist in the Song Dynasty, and is usually called Lai Pan.

Han Xingye took a closer look at the compass. It was made of simple keel wood, and there was a heavy feeling in the vicissitudes of life. It was a good thing at first glance.

If it is auctioned in a professional circle, it is estimated to be worth a lot of money.

Of course, if it is auctioned in an unprofessional circle, it is estimated that it can sell for more money, because this kind of so-called collector with a half-clinking pot of water is the most stupid person with a lot of money, and when he sees something good, he just buys it. , regardless of whether you can use it or not.

Han Xingye said: "Your compass is a good thing, I can't take it for nothing, I have to pay for it."

"Brother, you are so open-minded, please take a look."

"Don't let honest people suffer." Han Xingye took out two steel jumpers and stuffed them into his hands.