Nightwatcher

The severed hand with dark red skin was lying quietly on the bed, with dark blue blood vessels protruding from the skin.

Xu Qi'an's feeling now is like he just saw the old corpse in the mountain village in the living room, and while he was afraid, he went back to the bedroom to sleep, opened the door, and found Chu Renmei standing by the bed, staring at him with dark white pupils.

The fear in his heart exploded with a boom, and every nerve was urging him: run away quickly, run away quickly

At this time, Xu Qi'an saw the index finger of the severed hand, moved it slightly, and tapped the bed with his index finger.

The next moment, the air seemed to become viscous, Xu Qi'an felt like an old cow that had fallen into the mire, with an empty body, but it was difficult to take a step.

The five fingers of the severed hand moved, and then, referring to the feet, it crawled off the bed and crawled along the ground towards Xu Qi'an.

This scene was too horrifying, like witnessing a scene in a horror movie, Xu Qi'an couldn't move at all, rolled his eyes, watched it crawl to his feet in despair, and climbed up along his trousers

It wants to parasitize me, just like it parasitizes monk Henghui why? Why are you staring at me, I'm just an ordinary gong Xu Qi'an's frightened thoughts flickered, his severed hand climbed to his chest, still going up, and then, his thumb and index finger pried open Xu Qi'an's small mouth.

Xu Qi'an couldn't resist, his eyes widened in an instant, with a terrified expression.

Immediately afterwards, his mouth was stretched open, and the severed hand invaded violently, fingers and palms pushed into the depths of his throat inch by inch.

The corner of Xu Qi'an's mouth was split open, dripping with blood, how could a human's mouth be stuffed into a hand? Not to mention the throat, but the severed hand seemed to have this intention.

Soon, the severed hand entered the throat, and Xu Qi'an's throat bulged and stretched little by little, clearly showing the lines of his fingers.

This process was very fast, because the severed hand didn't consider Xu Qi'an's ability to bear it at all, like a strange shape, it passed through the mouth and throat roughly and simply.

The moment the severed hand entered the body, Xu Qi'an wailed in pain, his consciousness seemed to explode into countless fragments, he didn't know how long he had passed in the trance, and he saw a temple where there was no statue of the Buddha, and a young monk was sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Xu Qi'an tried his best to see his appearance clearly, but the monk's face seemed to be shrouded in mist, so he couldn't see clearly.

Why did I come here I died? Then enter the Western Paradise? Impossible, for a guy like me who does not respect the Buddha, the Buddha will only clamp my head with the door, and then kick me out of the Paradise Xu Qi'an thought to himself, and heard the gentle voice of the young monk:

The little monk wants to use the body of the benefactor to warm up the broken arm. I hope the benefactor will be lenient.

Is he the monster with the severed hand? Xu Qi'an was in doubt, and tentatively said: Should I be more accommodating?

The young monk sat cross-legged quietly and ignored him.

Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice: Who are you, and why were you sealed in Sangbo?

The name of the little monk is Shenshu. The young monk said here, paused, and his tone was a little hesitant:

Why am I in Sangbo? I can't remember why I was sealed there. Where did I come from?

I am Shenshu, but why am I in Sangbo? Where am I from?

He was calm at first, but gradually, as he asked himself a sentence, he began to lose control of his emotions, his peaceful and serene temperament disappeared, the whole space shook, and an indescribable terrifying aura overflowed from the monk's body.

It was a breath like hell, which made Xu Qi'an's hair stand on end, and his heart beat violently.

At this moment of this familiar breath, Xu Qi'an confirmed that the young monk was indeed the severed hand.

My little monk is showing his face. The young monk regained his composure, his aura that made people tremble with fear subsided, and he said in a gentle tone:

My primordial spirit is incomplete, so I can't remember the past. I only know my name, but I can't remember where I came from or what happened before.

Speaking of this, the young monk's tone was full of helplessness and pain, as if trying to know what happened in the past, but there was nothing he could do.

Incomplete primordial spirit? Is it because there is only one broken arm? Well, the body is incomplete, so the primordial spirit is also incomplete, which makes sense. Monk, you are a bit miserable. Xu Qi'an tentatively said:

Master, I may know a little information, but I don't know if it will be useful to you.

The aura of the young monk suddenly fluctuated slightly, and in the mist, those eyes seemed to be staring at Xu Qi'an scorchingly.

The formation that you were sealed was completed jointly by the Dafeng imperial family, Sitianjian, and Western Buddhism. Since you are a Buddhist, I am afraid that you are from the Western Regions. Xu Qi'an said.

As he spoke, he also began to think: the owner of the severed hand was a monk, and the three forces that sealed him were the Dafeng royal family, the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions, and Si Tianjian. According to the feedback from Qinglong Temple, the Buddhist sect obviously paid more attention to Sangbo. The sealed item below and so on! !

Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up suddenly, and he remembered a few details of the Sangbo case: on the third day after the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple was blown up, Wei Yuan told him that Emperor Yuan Jing had opened the city ban.

On the second day after the Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen was blown up, the old man in the supervisor pretended to be sick and just stood by and watched the whole process.

Abbot Panshu of Qinglong Temple confirmed from his mouth that the severed hand was born, and immediately traveled westward.

From these details, it can be inferred that Buddhism is the leader of the Sangbo seal. Nine out of ten young monks who were sealed were born in Buddhism in the Western Regions.

No wonder, no wonder Emperor Yuan Jing wants to open the city ban. No wonder the prisoner is pretending to be sick. It's obvious that more things are worse than less things. Anyway, it's not his own trouble.

Xu Qi'an belatedly comprehended Jian Zheng and Emperor Yuan Jing's thoughts, and soon he remembered a detail: Wei Yuan had repeatedly emphasized that he should not deal with the sealed items, and only be responsible for investigating the inner circle of the imperial court.

In all likelihood, Wei Yuan also knew the identity of the severed hand, at least he knew that it originated from Buddhism.

No wonder the higher-ups in the capital don't care about the sealed items, and they are all focused on finding out the two or five boys one by one, all of them are old silver coins.

Fortunately, I was clever and witty, and traced the details of the case of Xiaoqiguan's silence and Zhou Baihu's shielding qi technique to Qinglong Temple, and uncovered the mystery layer by layer.

At this time, the young monk sighed softly: The poor monk wants to ask the benefactor for something.

Master, I'm just a martial artist in the Qi training realm. Xu Qi'an wanted to politely refuse. Wei Yuan said that the level of the sealed item is at least the second rank, or even the first rank.

A little reptile like him really doesn't have the confidence to get involved in this level of struggle. Moreover, Xu Qi'an did not forget the original intention of Daoist Jin Lian to establish the Tiandihui: to kill the second-rank Taoist leader of the Dizong.

The difficulty is only less than enthroning me as the emperor, and if you are involved in the grievances and grievances of the Buddhist sect, I might as well usurp the throne and become the throne myself Xu Qi said with peace of mind.

The young monk ignored him and said to himself: Help the poor monk trace the past and retrieve his memory

During this process, the poor monk will give the donor some help.

Give some help? Xu Qi'an thought of the appearance of the four golden gongs wrapped in gauze, and his heart moved. If there is a sealed item with him, it is equivalent to having an extra hole card.

In this world where imperial power and theocracy are supreme, he can live and work better, at least he doesn't have to worry about being ransacked and wiped out, and whoever dares to touch a hair in his family will have his brains beaten out.

Moreover, after Zhou Chixiong catches him, he will definitely be promoted and his salary will be increased, and his own power will also increase.

However, before agreeing to the monk, there are two things that need to be clarified.

Master, do you need to swallow your blood from time to time? Xu Qi'an tried his best to use calm words.

As long as it is in your body, there is no need for external energy and blood supplementation. Of course, if you want to use my power, you need blood essence to nourish it afterwards. It is best to be a practitioner.

That is to say, as long as you stay in my body, nothing will happen, but if you want to work part-time, you have to eat. Xu Qian nodded, this equivalent exchange echoed his idea.

Why, choose me? Xu Qi'an asked.

Someone brought me to you, said the young monk, because we are of the same kind.

Xu Qi'an hurriedly asked: What is a type of person, master, please guide the younger generation.

The young monk said: I instinctively feel this way, and I can't remember more.

Can't remember Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched, and asked again: Who brought senior here?

A picture of the young monk appeared. In the picture, a figure dressed in black and wearing a hood solemnly opened a kit and put the severed hand into it.

Judging from the body shape, the plump breasts and round buttocks are obviously a woman.

A white animal is embroidered on the kit, shaped like a fox, agile and beautiful, with a screen-like white tail spreading out from behind.

Foxes, screen-like fox tails and nine-tailed celestial foxes? Well, according to the confession of the gray fox in the Jiaofang Division, it was the remnants of the Wan Yao Kingdom who participated in the Sangbo case, and the fallen queen of the Wan Yao Kingdom was the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox Hiss, and the people from the Wan Yao Kingdom brought the severed hand to me. here.

Why?

They noticed me and Xu Qi'an became deeply worried.

Xu Qi'an opened his eyes and found himself lying on the cold ground, the faint moonlight provided a glimmer of light for the silent room.

He came to the table, lit the oil lamp, and walked to the bronze mirror with the lamp. His masculine face was reflected in the mirror. There was dried blood at the corner of his mouth. He wiped it away gently, and found that there was no wound left.

The wound caused by Shenshu monk's unreasonable Shenhou has disappeared.

The water leak showed that the time was Yinshi quarter, that is, nine fifteen in the evening.

Xu Qi'an sat by the bronze mirror, diverging his thoughts, thinking about what he should do next.

The immediate question is, how should he deal with the severed hand, should he report this matter to Duke Wei?

It's true that Wei Yuan appreciates me very much, but I'm not his own son after all, and there is a limit to how much he appreciates me. And this matter involves Sangbo's sealed item.

If he can take out the severed hand for me, there is no problem. If not, will he protect me, or will he seal me in Sangbo together?

And I'm just a gong in the Qi training state. It's impossible not to eat or drink for five hundred years without dying.

Jianzheng can take out my severed hand, right? He is a first-grade warlock, the problem is, I don't know him very well. Is Chu Caiwei waiting for your strategy? If you become the son-in-law of Si Tianjian earlier, the supervisor will be your own.

The old prisoner knows my weird luck, I can't trust him unreservedly, because he must be planning something secretly

Also, there is a distant question:

Wan Yao Kingdom has worked so hard to release the sealed item, so it is impossible to make a wedding dress for him.

There must be a purpose for bringing the severed hand to him secretly, and anyone with his toes would know this. And this purpose, is it good or bad for him?

The monk Shenshu said that I can nourish his arm and soul. Is this the reason why Wan Yao Kingdom brought it to me?

Then one day in the future, will they come to retrieve the severed hand? When the time comes, no one can tell whether my end will be life or death.

At this time, he heard the gentle voice of the monk Shenshu ringing in his mind:

Keep it secret!

Xu Qi'an's expression froze.