Jiayou's Fun

People say that a cunning rabbit has three burrows, but the habit of a photo studio is more than just three burrows?

Three hundred miles east of Huiyanlin, there is a small fishing village at the inlet of a large river, which makes a living by fishing and shrimping in the river. This kind of secular small village is like the sand in the Ganges River in Yuanlingtian. The monks who usually come and go here and there occasionally don't take a second look at this kind of small village.

Such a poor and scummy small fishing village can't even squeeze out a string of copper coins. To look at it again is to stain your eyes and waste your energy.

However, this village is a hidden stake in the photo studio. The purpose of its existence is to monitor Hui Yanlin's every move and prevent Mi Xi or the Mi family from doing anything harmful to the interests of the photo studio.

This was a hidden thorn in the internal surveillance system of the photo studio, and Mi Xi had no idea that such eyes and ears were buried beside her.

Hu Buwei was the young master of the photo studio, so he knew about the existence of this hidden stake.

Now, he, his two younger brothers, and the six confidant elders around him, including Bai Xie and Hei Zhi, were hiding in a secret cave under the small fishing village.

The secret cave is not big, with a radius of only about an acre. Thousands of formations and restrictions are arranged one after another to isolate the breath. Unless a powerful monk from the void realm holds a special detective spirit treasure, he can go through this inch by inch. A piece of land, otherwise ordinary people would never be able to notice that there is such an underground secret cave here.

Inside the secret cave, there were thirty-six metal coffins painted with blood-colored paint.

The dense air of death mixed with a hint of strange vitality continued to spurt out from the air holes specially left in these thirty-six coffins. The wisps of gray-white breath are like a spiritual snake, slowly blowing out of the blowholes, forming twisted grimaces on the coffin, and slowly crawling back into the coffin from the blowholes every hour.

There are thirty-six ‘dead shadows’ hidden inside.

This is a one-time killing weapon created by the secret technique of the photo studio... Select children with excellent talents and qualifications, nourish them with secret medicine from an early age, temper their bodies, and use the magic method of marrow cleansing and blood exchange to help them quickly improve their cultivation, and at the same time use The casting method engraved the restrictions on their skin, flesh, bones, meridians and internal organs.

A dead shadow can be achieved in only twelve years of meritorious service.

They can only be driven once in a lifetime, and the time for one time is only twelve hours. During these twelve hours, they burn everything and can explode with terrifying lethality comparable to the power of the Void Realm.

The death shadow that was first forged had the highest lethality comparable to the power that first entered the void.

And the thirty-six dead figures in this small fishing village have been nourished in this secret cave for thousands of years using secret medicine and earth temperature. Their strength has increased by more than ten times compared to when they were first successfully forged?

If there is any change in the Mi clan of Huiyan Lin, thirty-six death shadows are activated at the same time. Each of them can perform the killing of the late stage of the void or even the perfection state, which is enough to completely destroy the entire Huiyan Lin in an instant!

In this small secret cave, there is also a small void moving formation.

This moving formation is not large in size, about the size of a saucer, but the densely packed forbidden runes around it occupy almost the entire area of ​​the secret cave.

This is an ultra-long-distance command transfer array that goes directly to the desk of the owner of the Blood Punishment Hall in the main building of the photo studio. If an emergency occurs, the host of this fishing village can directly send the information to the highest level of the photo studio, and directly from the highest level Receive a killing order to silence him.

In the secret cave, Hu Buwei gestured, wrote a letter on a jade slip, and threw it into the small moving formation.

A ball of dim light swirled in the moving formation, turning into a whirlpool the size of a plate. The jade slip was swallowed in one gulp, and then the light quickly dimmed.

Hu Haijiao, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, two knees smashed to pieces, and three flying sword wounds on his chest and abdomen, cursed in a hissing voice: Why? Why? We are actually the ones suffering from the trouble caused by that bastard Hu Ping! Oh, I Kill him!

Hu Tianya's eyes flashed with an extremely faint golden light, and he said calmly: If he offends the Lord, he will undoubtedly die. However, how to bring the greatest benefit to the Lord from his death must be carefully planned. One or two.”

Hu Buwei shook the big sleeves of his newly put on black robe and said solemnly: What is the greatest interest of the Lord? If we can firmly control the photo studio, this will be the greatest help to the Lord... So , For the sake of the great cause of the Lord, brother, I will kill my relatives out of justice!

He pointed his right hand to the sky and said with murderous intent: This old ghost Hu Tianjun has bloody hands and has killed countless evildoers. He is simply a scourge on earth... The Lord is merciful and merciful to the world. Hu Tianjun is a monster and heretic. If he continues to live, It is simply the greatest insult to the Lord between heaven and earth!”

White Scorpion, Black Crab, and the six elders accompanying Hu Buwei clenched their fists at the same time, with extremely determined expressions on their scarred faces, their eyes flashed, and they shouted in unison with unusual determination: For the Lord Come on, kill Hu Tianjun! The young master should be in charge of the photo studio!

Who is Hu Tianjun?

Hu Tianjun is the owner of the contemporary photo studio, and the biological father of Hu Buwei, Hu Haijiao and Hu Tianya!

After being transformed by Lu Qian using Buddhist secrets, Lu Qian just told them that he wanted to take the photo studio killer organization into his hands, let all the photo studio killers change their minds and start a new life, and let them abandon the evil profession of killers and go to work. Come to the right path!

The three eldest young men of the photo studio are now obedient to Lu Qian, and they don't even want their own father.

In an unknown place, shrouded in clouds and smoke, overlapping black palaces and pavilions extend for hundreds of miles along the winding valley. In the smoke, countless poisonous insects with flapping wings were flying back and forth. On the ground, poisonous scorpions and snakes of various colors were lurking quietly. There were also strange shadows like ghosts, appearing and disappearing in the smoke, sealing the void airtightly.

This is the main building of the photo studio, and the overall architectural style is pitch black.

In the core of this pitch-black building that stretches for hundreds of miles, there is a hundred-foot-high hall, but it is covered in blood, as if it has just been washed with hot blood. The blood on the surface even gives people a strange feeling of flowing.

This is the Hall of Blood Punishment, the supervisory agency within the studio, responsible for hunting down traitors and controlling the supervision and punishment of the entire studio.

In the main hall of the Blood Punishment Hall, on the Danchi, there is a bloody ghost face. After the major case, Hu Tianxiong, covered in blood robes, is frowning and examining a thin investigation document in front of him.

Under the main hall, hundreds of men wearing blood-colored robes and blood-colored masks stood densely packed.

Each one of them was full of evil and gloomy energy, like ten thousand-year-old zombies, without the slightest vitality.

Suddenly, Hu Tianxiong dropped the official document in his hand, pointed at the subordinates of the Blood Punishment Palace below and cursed: This is simply fart, dereliction of duty, do you still want your heads? The separate building of the Barbarian King Palace has been there for three hundred years. In three hundred years, not a single disciple who made any mistakes or violated the rules has appeared!

We are a photo studio, we are killers, we are evil heretics in the eyes of the world, we are all the most vicious, ruthless, cruel, shameless, cunning, and bastard devils in the world... We are not good people. , we are not gentlemen, we are all morally corrupt, conscientious villains and bastards!

We are just a group of people responsible for a branch of a business in a huge sect. Tell me, there has been no violation of regulations or disciplines in this building for three hundred years!

No corruption, no dereliction of duty, no deception, no subterfuge?

Not even a killer apprentice who couldn't stand the hardships of the training camp and secretly wanted to escape?

So innocent? Do you believe it?

So clean? Can you believe it?

You are all pigs... How dare you put such confidential investigative documents in front of me in a branch building that has not made any mistakes in three hundred years? Did you let me pass it with my seal?

A dozen men in bloody robes knelt on the ground with a bang.

A man at the front hissed: Palace Master, please forgive me. We will allocate capable personnel to thoroughly investigate all matters, big and small, in the branch of the Barbarian King's Palace... They must be guilty!

Hu Tianxiong nodded with satisfaction: That's right... You must remember that in our photo studio, no one can make no mistakes. Tsk, let's just talk about me. I also... Ahem, in short, you have to First of all, make one thing clear in your mind - everyone in the branch of the Barbarian Palace is a guilty person!

You can arrest a few people secretly first, torture them severely, and let them prove their innocence.

As long as they can't prove their innocence, then follow the clues and arrest a few more people!

Go away, let me do some work!

Hu Tianxiong waved his hand, and hundreds of men in bloody robes in the hall turned around and turned into bloody shadows and ran out. One of them ran faster than the other, as if there was a ghost chasing them behind them.

Hu Tianxiong sighed heavily and touched his forehead vigorously: A group of useless idiots who don't make people worry... they come out with a big case every now and then. What's going on with the huge photo studio and our Blood Punishment Palace? ?”

You have to find something to do if you have nothing to do. Kill a few people if you have nothing to do. Then people will be afraid of our Blood Punishment Palace, and they will support us in the Blood Punishment Palace, and there will be a steady stream of filial piety!

My brain is broken... the rules of the photo studio? Oh, the rules are bullshit! The only rule of the photo studio is, whoever sharpens the knife faster, whoever has more people holding the knife, whoever says it is the rule...

The rules of my Blood Punishment Hall are that if I say you are not guilty, you will be innocent; if I say you are guilty, you will be guilty... If I want you to live, you will live; if I want you to die, you will die... If you don't want to be guilty, If you don’t want to die, you have to treat me, Hu Tianxiong, as your ancestor!”

This is the rule!

'Ding'!

From the corner of the long case with a ghost face in front of Hu Tianxiong, a faint light spurted out from a small moving formation, and a jade slip quickly sprayed towards his cheek.

Hu Tianxiong was stunned and said in shock: Is there really someone who committed a crime and was reported to the police? What unlucky fool, hey...

He grabbed the jade slip, hurriedly browsed the letters inside, and then his eyes widened suddenly!