Chapter 491: Threat

"Poison, poison?!"

Ma Wenxiu's eyes bulged and he couldn't help but tremble. As he trembled, his neck and the sword lightly rubbed together, creating a small gash.

The pain from under his neck made Ma Wenxiu panic instantly. He had experienced Bai Chen's cruelty before, but now he didn't dare to question it at all.

Looking directly into his fearful eyes, Bai Chen revealed a touch of contempt and said lightly: "You also know that the Tomb of Tianhai finally fell into my hands. I have to say that the ancestor of the Phoenix Temple did indeed leave I got a lot of good things, one of them is a seventh-grade poison pill called the Heart-Eating Pill."

"Heart-Eating Pill?" A name he had never heard before, and the literal meaning alone made Ma Wenxiu smell the smell of death. He clearly did not dare to move, but he shed tears because of fear.

Seeing this, Bai Chen smiled in his heart and pretended to be serious again: "This Heart-Eating Pill is a very strange pill. After it enters the abdomen, the venom will flow quickly along the blood vessels to the heart, and then swish." Come on! Get in!"

The last few words made Ma Wenxiu tremble twice more, and his soul almost flew out.

"When the poison enters the heart, it will slowly grow and blend with the heart and blood. If during this period, you do not take the Duxin Pill, but take other detoxifying pills indiscriminately, the poisonous blood in the heart will expand rapidly and eventually burst the heart. , and you just..." When Bai Chen said this, he deliberately showed a look of regret and shook his head helplessly.

He said this just to ask Ma Wenxiu not to try to find other alchemists to detoxify. Looking at the world, the only one who can refine seventh-grade elixirs is the Phoenix Temple Medicine Master! Although the Imperial Master had a close relationship with the Phoenix Temple, he, Ma Wenxiu, was not yet at the point where the Imperial Master could personally come to ask for medicine for him.

Rolling his throat again, Ma Wenxiu, who was originally afraid of death, now completely gave up all possible hope, and looked at Bai Chen pitifully: "Bai Chen, no! Master Chen! What do you want me to do, tell me, little one I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

At this time, his sincerity as a descendant of the General Mansion was fully revealed, but unfortunately, it looked so ironic.

He casually put the Fengshen Sword back into its sheath, and Bai Chen lightly pressed his palm on Ma Wenxiu's shoulder, which invisibly put a lot of pressure on him: "Wenxiu, you and I are from the same sect, and there is no injustice. Wuqiu, if you didn't come to trouble me just to please Mo Zhan, we probably wouldn't have any intersection in this life, don't you think so?"

"Yes, yes! The little one is blind, the little one is brain-dead, the little one..."

"Okay." After interrupting him, Bai Chen's face became cold again: "I have never had any hatred for you from the beginning to the end, but that Mo Zhan really touched my heart many times. Bottom line! I want to deal with him now, but there are five demon spirits with amazing power in their Imperial Master's Mansion, so I can only come to you. I hope you will be self-aware and tell you all the information you know about the demon spirits. , tell me everything."

"Demon spirit?"

His little eyes bulged, and Ma Wenxiu raised his head in fear: "Master Chen, I really don't know what kind of demon you are talking about."

"Don't know?" Bai Chen looked cold.

Seeing this, a chill went straight to his scalp. Ma Wenxiu shook his head repeatedly: "I really don't know. If I know, I will definitely tell you!"

Looking closely at Ma Wenxiu's eyes full of fear and despair, Bai Chen said after a moment: "The so-called demon spirit refers to a person, or a monster that is both human and beast. He can become the owner of the contract at any time. The power of the weapon is astonishing, think about it again and see if you have any impression."

"So magical? I have known Young Master Mo Zhan for ten years, and I have never heard that the National Preceptor's Mansion has such a magical weapon, but..." As if he thought of something, Ma Wenxiu said with some uncertainty: "What if? Speaking of humans and animals, I once accidentally saw the little maid next to Sword Master Jiang, who once showed a fox-like tail. I don’t know if this is the demon spirit you mentioned..."

"Sword Master Jiang?"

"Well, that man is the assassin of the Imperial Preceptor's Office. He is very powerful, and even Young Master Mo Zhan has no right to give orders to him. This man seems to only listen to the orders of the Imperial Preceptor."

Hearing Ma Wenxiu's words, Bai Chen raised his eyebrows in surprise. Since he was the direct killer of the Imperial Master, it was reasonable to wear a demon spirit.

Seeing Ma Wenxiu's increasingly livid face, and not looking like he dared to risk his own life to deceive him, Bai Chen smiled lightly and said, "Then what is Sword Master Jiang's strength, and where are his frequent haunts?"

"I don't know." Ma Wenxiu answered quickly. When he saw Bai Chensen's cold eyes, he quickly added: "I have seen him in his forties with a stone sword on his waist. Once, it was on Young Master Mo Han's birthday. Although this swordsman Jiang didn't have any friendship with the eldest young master, he seemed to be very good to the second young master."

Mo Han......

Thinking of the guy who was still idle in the outer courtyard of Shengtian College, a smile instantly appeared in Bai Chen's eyes.

"Okay, I know everything." Bai Chen also understood that this Ma Wenxiu was just a dog beside Mo Zhan, and it was unexpected to be able to get useful information from him.

Seeing Bai Chen's satisfied and smiling face, Ma Wenxiu quickly complimented like a pug with a false face: "Then Master Chen, my antidote..."

"come here."

"Why!"

Ma Wenxiu, who was kneeling beside the bed, pushed his head in hard, and was about to put his ear to it, when suddenly a light blade flashed in front of his eyes, and there was a heartbreaking burning pain in his neck.

Looking at Bai Chen's smile with dull eyes, Ma Wenxiu's face was completely stiff. Until the end, he did not dare to curse the man in front of him, so he lowered his head with a look of fear.

Ma Wenxiu, whose throat had been cut off, knelt quietly beside the bed. Blood spattered on the bed board, causing the room to be filled with a strong smell of blood.

However, Bai Chen's figure was no longer in front of him...

Walking like a lonely shadow in the dark night on the deserted street, Bai Chen's face, illuminated by the moonlight, was as bright and quiet as a lake.

In front of him, a carriage was speeding down the streets of the capital. The stones crushed by the wheels along the way were all flying towards passers-by who could not dodge.

Although passers-by were hit by stones for no reason, after they saw the pattern on the carriage, they all chose to stay silent and stay away.

It is such a domineering carriage that cannot be avoided. Not far behind the carriage, there is always a young man hiding in a black hat. His calm and steady pace does not seem to be hasty at all, but he always maintains the same pace as the carriage. The distance is very strange.