Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu took out a small green bottle from his sleeve. The bottle was crystal clear and moist. It looked like it was made of fine jade and was worth a lot of money.

Murong Fu opened the cork of the bottle, poured out a few red pills in his hand, and reached out to several people.

"This is Duanjin Fugu Pill. After taking it, if there is no antidote, the poison will definitely appear after three days. Don't worry, you will not die immediately when the poison occurs, but the meridians throughout the body will be slowly broken within a month, and the It's pus. Next comes the bones, one by one, inch by inch, slowly corroding."

"Take one pill for each person. Take it now. Be obedient from now on. I will send someone to deliver the antidote to you on time. Of course, if you are willing to play the trick of 'a scholar can be killed but not humiliated', I don't mind killing him now." you."

Murong Fu ordered in a non-negotiable tone.

The dark red pill lay quietly in the palm of Murong Fu's hand. It looked bright and cute, and exuded a faint medicinal fragrance, which was refreshing. However, in the eyes of a few people, these small pills are no more than life-threatening charms, more terrifying than any weapons in the world. There are many desperadoes among these people who have committed many evil deeds, and they are thugs who kill without any calculation. Death is not a frightening thing to them. But what Murong Fu described, the meridians throughout the body were slowly broken and rotted one by one. This kind of torture was really beyond the limit that the human heart can bear.

If you don't eat it, you will die immediately. After eating it, you will be at the mercy of others.

In fact, although these people work for Xixia Yipintang, this does not mean that they are slaves raised by Yipintang. Yipintang gave them generous treatment and great freedom. Rather than saying that they are subordinates of Yipintang, it is better to say that they are guests of Yipintang. This is also the key reason why Yipintang can grow.

There are thousands of masters in Yipintang. Counting peripheral personnel, the scale of Yipintang reaches tens of thousands. For a master of this scale to devote himself to the service, the annual expenditure is absolutely astronomical. Even if the entire Xixia treasury is emptied, it cannot afford to support such a group of people. Therefore, except for a few core members who are stationed in Xixia all year round, the rest of the people in Yipintang only need to complete designated tasks for Yipintang within a certain period of time.

For example, Murong Fu's other identity, Li Yanzong, was a captain officer in Yipintang. In fact, such a captain only needs to stay in Xixia Yipin Hall for one month throughout the year.

Although the management is loose, it does not mean that Yipintang is a traitor who lets people spend their salary in vain. The Xingtang, composed of the core members of Yipintang, will severely punish any behavior that disobeys the transfer order. And Yipintang is also selective when recruiting people. For example, the gangsters who could not survive in the Song Dynasty, and the so-called martial arts scum who were hunted down by the martial arts in the Central Plains, these were all the targets that Yipintang recruited. Another example is that some small and medium-sized sects, in order to obtain the protection of Yipintang to make their status more stable, will also let some of their masters join Yipintang.

For example, the Nine-Winged Taoist Lei Lingyun, who is considered by several people, is the number one master of the Thunder Sect in Xishu. This person's lightness skills are not inferior to Yun Zhonghe's, and the stunt he is famous for, the 7749th "Lei Gong Block" card technique, is said to be indestructible. In terms of martial arts, he is far superior to Ye Erniang, who ranks second among the four evil villains. Of course, he is still far behind Duan Yanqing. It's just that Duan Yanqing's legs are disabled, so it's difficult to take advantage of him in a real fight.

Speaking of which, this Jiuyi Taoist was an old acquaintance of Murong Fu. When Murong Fu was lurking in Xixia as Li Yanzong, he often dealt with this person. He had several contests overtly and secretly, but Murong Fu's martial arts at that time ended in defeat. Of course, this was mainly because Murong Fu needed to hide his identity at the time, and his iconic housekeeping skills such as Dou Zhuan Xing Yi definitely could not be used, so he lost.

But now, even without Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, Six Meridians Divine Sword and Beiming Divine Art, it is no longer a problem to deal with a mere nine-winged Taoist.

Murong Fu quietly waited for the few people to make their choices.

A few of them looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to move.

"Oh, it seems that you have chosen to die rather than be humiliated? Can't you see how many of you are so upright? It's amazing. Then I will help you!"

Murong Fu sneered.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Murong Fu was about to make a move, a voice came from the crowd.

The horse-faced man Ma San was seen struggling, as if he had made some kind of important decision, and he gritted his teeth and said: "We eat, we eat."

Ma San had a look of pain on his face, as if he had imagined the pain of having all the meridians in his body severed. Deep in his heart, he greeted the eighteen generations of women who were his colleagues in charge of intelligence work one by one, and had in-depth exchanges.

At this point, it's useless to say anything. I just regret my bad luck and met this god of plague.

Of course he knew that if he took these bone-breaking pills, he would become Murong Fu's puppet from now on, even worse than a dog. But compared to dying immediately, this humiliation is nothing. What's more, with the opponent's martial arts, he could easily destroy his own and others' martial arts, and then feed poison to a few of his own people, causing them to suffer to death.

The lesser of two evils, he knew the current affairs well.

Gritting his teeth and swallowing the pill, Ma San felt that what he had swallowed was not medicine, but a piece of charcoal. He felt unspeakably uncomfortable. His stomach was churning, and he was even more convinced of the words of broken bones and muscles. Just eating it makes me feel so uncomfortable. What will happen if the effect of the medicine really takes effect?

Ma San couldn't imagine the horrific result.

After gritting his teeth and eating, Ma San looked at his subordinates with a gloomy face and scolded: "Why are you still standing there? Eat one for each of them!"

Looking at the boss's gloomy face, and the seemingly calm but calm Murong Fu on the side, several of his subordinates wisely chose to obey.

Murong Fu nodded with satisfaction: "Smart man."

Ma San's expression was very ugly: "Mr. Murong, several of us have taken the Broken Muscles and Rotten Bone Pills as you ordered. Is there anything else you need from me?"

"Lead the way!" Murong Fu opened the folding fan in his hand and walked forward.

"Yes!" Ma San looked respectful and did not dare to hesitate at all.

An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Murong Fu's mouth.

In fact, what a few people took was not the Broken Muscles and Fugu Pills at all, but the Qushi Pills prepared by Divine Doctor Xue. Murong Fu didn't have any strange habits. He always kept a bottle of poison on his body, but he didn't use poison.

However, at this time, Murong Fu didn't want to really kill a few people, and he also needed a few people to be obedient. Don't make any mistakes, so he could only make such a small joke.

Several people didn't bother to pay attention to Gong Hu who fell on the ground, leaving him to twist on the ground in pain and fend for himself.

The journey from the middle of the mountain to Mantuo Villa is not far, and it only takes a cup of tea. Everyone had their own thoughts and was speechless all the way.

Arriving at the gate of Mantuo Villa, as expected, the gatekeeper also looked unfamiliar. Seeing Murong Fu's unfamiliar face, he looked wary. However, after seeing Ma San and others behind Murong Fu, his expression quickly relaxed.

"Third Master, what's going on?" The gatekeeper walked up to Ma San and asked respectfully.

Ma San's status seems to be not low among this group of people, and he can be called a master. At this moment, he was under the control of Murong Fu and his life was in his hands. Naturally, he had a bad expression and said coldly: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Open the door!"

"But, the Taoist Master said, he ordered me not to let anyone in." The gatekeeper showed a trace of struggle on his face.

"What? What that guy from Jiuyi said is useful, don't you need to listen to what I say? I'll say it again, open the door!"

Ma San said in a deep voice.

At this time, Ma Sanyi was so angry that he was too lazy to be polite.

Originally, Ma San stayed in Yipin Hall much longer than Jiuyi Taoist. But just because Jiuyi's martial arts was far higher than his own, when this old guy came, he took over from behind and his status was far above him, so he had to obey his orders.

He was fine on weekdays, but now that he was forced by Murong Fu and took the Broken Muscle and Rotten Bone Pills, he was so angry that he didn't dare to show it to Murong Fu, and why didn't he dare to show it to his subordinates?

"This" hand showed a troubled expression, as if he was thinking about whether to obey the order.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, an old voice came: "Ma San, you are so majestic. I sent you to guard the mountain, left your post without permission, and even brought outsiders up. Ma San, you are getting bolder and bolder." .”