Chapter 13: Long-Awaited
This thought flashed through my mind.
He Song lowered his head and glanced at the tea cup in front of him, feeling speechless in his heart.
It seems.
The other party is not really cautious.
Instead, he sensed his own existence, so he never dared to take action.
Maybe he was worried that a mantis would catch the cicada and the oriole would catch up with him when he did it, or maybe he was worried that Lin Cong was not dead.
But now it seems.
The other party is very likely to take action today.
Holding the tea cup without moving at all, He Song listened carefully to the footsteps next door.
Slight footsteps circled the house, and then stood at the window of the next house.
Pause for a moment.
Bada~
With a slight sound, He Song suddenly realized that the window of Lin Cong's house had been opened.
The window is open.
The man who had been there for half a month quickly broke into the house.
Close the window.
Then the surroundings became silent.
He Song was neither impatient nor impatient, still holding the teacup and listening quietly.
He is waiting.
Wait for the other party to succeed and leave.
Or Lin Cong takes action to kill the opponent.
No matter how the situation develops, it will not have much impact on He Song, so he naturally won't care too much.
next door.
A thin man in a long gown gently closed the window behind him, blocking out most of the outside sounds.
Looking around, the man quickly moved towards the only quiet room in the room.
In addition to the outer room with windows, the house for rent in Zhushan Xianfang also has a quiet room.
The outer room is built of ordinary wood and is used for entertaining guests and daily life.
The quiet room is made of soundproof wood and is used for daily practice and magic practice without worrying about being disturbed.
Almost every house is designed this way.
Therefore, men are familiar with the road.
There was very little sound underfoot. The man held a fine steel dagger and cautiously touched the quiet room.
"In half a month, if this person dies and the body is in the quiet room, it should not stink. However, the kid next door stays in the room every day and doesn't know what he is doing, making me wait for half a month in vain. From now on, If there is a chance"
As he approached the quiet room, a hint of ferocity flashed in the man's eyes.
But then, he shook his head.
"Forget it, that kid is an insider of Xianfang. If I kill him, I won't be able to stay in Xianfang any longer. But fortunately, he is not at home today. I will accept this man's relics with a smile!"
With this calculation in his mind, a rich look of greed appeared in the man's eyes as he looked at Jingshi.
A relic of the third level of Qi training.
After all, there must be dozens of spiritual stones, right?
He knew that Lin Cong was strong and strong, and at first glance he was no ordinary monk.
The quiet chamber is difficult to open from the outside when it is closed.
But it is not difficult for the immortal cultivators.
It is easy for a cultivator to break into a quiet room without worrying about being disturbed.
However, the sound produced may attract the attention of those around you.
This was also the reason why he had to wait for He Song to leave before taking action.
Crunch~crunch~
With a heartbreaking sound, the door to the quiet room was slowly pried open.
However.
Just when the door of the quiet room was pried open and everything in the room was exposed to the man's eyes, a touch of horror suddenly surged into the man's heart.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Lin Cong said with a sinister smile, and a big hand like a cattail leaf fan suddenly grabbed the neck of the person in front of him.
Use the other hand to gently pinch.
A flash of sword light instantly cut off the hands and feet of the man in front of him.
Then, under the control of Lin Cong, a magic weapon long sword was pointed at the man's horrified eyes.
Severe pain in the body.
Plus the suffocation in the neck.
And the fear of being suddenly reduced to a human stick.
The man who originally wanted to pick up the relics was stunned.
I want to scream.
The pressure on his neck prevented him from speaking out.
I wanted to beg for mercy, but found that I couldn't even speak.
He could only keep signaling to Lin Cong to spare his life with his eyes.
at this time.
The blood on Lin Cong's body has dried, and although the dent in his chest has not healed, it is much better than before.
Not only did he not die.
Lin Cong's injuries seemed to be mostly healed.
With the third level of Qi training and his body like a tiger and a wolf, he can take down the person in front of him in one fell swoop.
"It took half a month to dare to enter the house. If you come the next day, someone might really take advantage of you." Lin Cong's eyes flashed fiercely as he looked at the man in front of him who had been cut into a human stick.
The big hand that grabbed the other person's neck began to exert force at this moment.
"Remember in the next life, there are some things that you either don't touch, or you have to touch them with thunder!"
Before death.
The man heard the words coming to his ears.
He couldn't help but curse He Song in his heart.
If he hadn't been afraid of being chased by He Song's mantis, he wouldn't have waited until today to take action.
It is possible that after learning that Lin Cong had returned home seriously injured, he came directly to the door the next day.
He also didn't expect that He Song was practicing magic and didn't go out much for half a month.
Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.
He Song had no idea about the abuse he was feeling in his heart at this moment.
Even Lin Cong in front of him.
At this moment, I don't know what he is thinking at all.
He Song had no idea that he had killed someone for no apparent reason.
I don't know what happened to the other party after entering Lin Cong's house.
but.
After waiting for a long time, when the sky was getting dark and the other party still didn't come out, He Song already had the answer in his heart.
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This person is probably dead in Lin Cong's room.
Lin Cong is probably not dead, but is healing in the room.
As for why there was no sound for half a month.
He should have eaten the Qigong pill, and meditation healing does not require movement, so naturally there will be no sound.
Some guesses flashed through his mind, and He Song's expression soon relaxed.
Lin Cong is dead or alive.
It has nothing to do with him.
If he dies, he will not lose anything.
If he does not die, he will not gain anything.
The two have only met twice and said hello twice.
A gentleman's friendship is as light as water, and He Song will not take this matter to heart.
After the tea set was packed up.
He Song soon began to meditate and practice.
Time flies.
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, another month has passed quietly.
At this time, it has been one and a half months since He Song became a spiritual plant husband.
The spiritual rice grown in the five acres of spiritual field has been pulled out by He Song and replanted.
This is a small trick recorded in the book "Spiritual Plant Planting Techniques" that can effectively increase the yield of spiritual rice, which is very similar to the transplanting of rice that He Song experienced in his previous life.
This day.
He Song, as usual, got up in the morning and had breakfast, and then performed the spiritual rain technique for half an hour in the spiritual field.
However, just when He Song finished performing the spiritual rain technique, the spiritual power in his body was empty, and he was about to go home to recover his spiritual power.
An unexpected figure stopped He Song.
"Fellow Daoist He, I said before that I would visit you, but I was too injured before and didn't have time. However, Lin's injury has healed today, so I came to disturb you." Lin Cong, who had recovered from his injuries, stood at the door of He Song's house and bowed to He Song.