Qin's industries, bookstores, and blacksmith shops are mostly involved.

On weekdays, we create some swords and sell them for the heroes of the world, or provide some agricultural tools.

However, this kind of industry is not very profitable on weekdays, so it has never received attention from the Qin family.

Today, Sledgehammer Blacksmith Shop.

"Young Master Qin, I have all your things here, and no one has touched them."

Wang Dachui, the owner of the blacksmith shop, smiled and opened an iron lock, and took out the precious materials that Cao Zhengchun specially sent from the iron cabinet yesterday.

From Cao Zhengchun, he learned that the young master of the Qin family was actually coming to the blacksmith shop to create something.

This made Wang Dahui extremely puzzled.

What should this young master need to buy, or let others do it, and he has to build it himself?

Will he build it?

Although he was confused, he could not show it. After all, this blacksmith shop belongs to the Qin family, and he just rented it for use.

"Cao Zhengchun, move everything to the forging platform, and drive all the idle people out." Qin Yuesheng said calmly.

"Yes." Cao Zhengchun immediately took action and drove out all the apprentices, handymen, blacksmiths, and boss Wang Dachui in the blacksmith shop.

Soon, only Qin Yuesheng and Cao Zhengchun were left in the store.

"You go out too." Qin Yuesheng said.

"Yes." Cao Zhengchun directly exited the house and closed the door.

Qin Yuesheng created the Soul-Swinging Bell, which is absolutely impossible for others to see. In addition, when he decomposed the work drawings, he obtained a lot of craftsman skills. He operated it alone and created a qualified Soul-Swinging Bell without any problem.

The flames in the furnace were burning very vigorously, and some necessary basic tools were prepared neatly.

Qin Yuesheng swung his sleeves, took a cowhide apron and put it on his chest, and started the process directly.

First, the smelting of gold, the main body of the Soul-Swinging Bell is composed of gold, followed by the sculpting of jade and other materials processing steps.

If someone else is watching it, you will find that Qin Yuesheng's expression is quite plain and his technique is very smooth.

There was no trace of mud and water when I took action.

How to deal with this material and how to operate the process, all of them are accurate to the limit. After watching it for a long time, you can inexplicably see a sense of art from Qin Yuesheng's actions.

It's like a master painting and a literary master's inscription.

He was busy until lunch time, and Qin Yuesheng ate a bowl of beef noodles outside the blacksmith shop, then returned to the store again and started the second round of creation.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Looking at the five golden bells on the forging platform, Qin Yue couldn't help but stretch and breathed heavily.

I saw the turbid air as if a sword was unsheathed, flying five or six feet away as the sword tip, and then slowly dissipated into the air.

This is one of the characteristics of internal power martial artists. They have great power when they exhale and inhale. Masters at the seventh and eighth level of internal power can even exhale and kill people invisibly.

After picking up a soul-swinging bell, Qin Yuesheng shook it gently and heard the extremely crisp ringtone coming from the inside of the golden bell. There was nothing special about it.

This is mainly because the soul swing bell has no effect on people. If it is placed on the sneaky body, it will have the effect of soul swinging. If some weaker lonely ghosts encounter it, they will even be tragically dispersed in an instant.

It is the only choice to drive away evil spirits and stabilize the house.

When Qin Yuesheng pushed open the blacksmith's door again, the sky outside was already full of stars.

"Young Master."

Hearing the movement, Cao Zhengchun immediately walked over.

Following him was Wang Dahui. He seemed to have just had a sleep, and his expression was a little confused.

"I've done it. Have you paid him for losing work?" Qin Yuesheng asked.

"not yet."

"Give it, I have something to do, you go home by yourself." Qin Yuesheng said, carried five soul bells and walked towards the depths of the street.

...

The iceberg in Qingyang City has almost melted, and the location of Fu'an Hutong has long been exposed.

The walls on both sides of the alley are very high, which causes the sun to be sun-dried inside, and the yin energy is tremendous all year round, and it will be extremely wet after rain.

Qin Yuesheng came outside Fu'an Hutong. He reached out and touched the air at the entrance, without any abnormality.

It seems that the entrance to the Heavenly Demon Heart Realm does not exist forever and has long disappeared.

The first step to entering the alley was that cold and cold air came to me. I don’t know if it was because of this inside Fu'an Hutong or the cold air that melted the iceberg.

The wet walls were covered with water droplets.

The water-stacked ground spread out circles of ripples because it was stepped on by Qin Yuesheng.

The more you walk inside Fu'an Hutong, the darker it becomes.

Qin Yuesheng held the evil-proof toad in one hand. As he gradually penetrated into Fu'an Hutong, he could clearly see the glimmer in the glass plate rising.

After a while, the number of thirty was broken, and there was no sign of slowing down.

Qin Yuesheng couldn't help but feel secretly glad that fortunately he didn't break in like a naughty head, otherwise even with the evil-suppressing sword to protect him, the situation might not be much better when he was in danger.

Da da da da da!

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from behind, and Qin Yuesheng frowned. There were absolutely no more than three people in Qingyang City who dared to enter Fu'an Hutong.

But none of them will appear here at this moment.

Before Qin Yuesheng could turn his head, a sad voice rang out from behind him.

"Young Master, have you seen what I lost?"

Qin Yuesheng looked sideways and saw a blurry figure standing behind him. He did not speak, but held the hilt of the evil-suppressing sword tightly.

Paji!

A round thing suddenly fell off the figure and rolled to Qin Yuesheng's feet.

"Young Master, my stuff has fallen. Can you help me pick it up?"

This time the sound was no longer coming from behind, but under Qin Yuesheng's feet.

He slowly looked down and saw a pale woman with blood on her orifices staring at her with resentment. Her hair was like aquatic plants, scattered in the water on the ground in a mess.

Bang!

Qin Yuesheng didn't say anything, and kicked the head violently and instantly kicked it up. He didn't know where it flew for a while.

Ring ding ding ding ding !

The soul-swinging bells in his hand were shaking wildly, and the five bells made crisp ringtones in Qin Yuesheng's hands, and the figure was shocked.

It then turned into a large amount of black mud and enveloped Qin Yuesheng.

boom!!!

When the pile of silt fell completely, Qin Yuesheng disappeared from the spot, as if the whole world had evaporated.

Fu'an Hutong fell into silence.

However, it didn't take long.

Buzz!

A roar suddenly sounded below the ground, like an earthquake.

boom!

The entire ground suddenly exploded, and a stream of mud gushed out from the ground, and it also jumped out with Qin Yuesheng's figure.

Ring ding ding ding ding !

As the soul bell swayed, the mud collapsed into ashes.

Qin Yuesheng held the evil-suppressing sword in his right hand and kept killing all directions. Under the influence of the shock force, any mud that was approaching him was shaken into countless water droplets scattered on the ground.

Bang!

As soon as he landed, Qin Yuesheng turned around with a strange face and looked at the pit where he escaped.

I saw a clay water tank buried in the deep pit, and inside the tank was a female corpse wearing a bright red skirt. She was tied up with iron chains and a large amount of wooden awls were inserted all over her body.

The most intriguing thing is that not only does she have no head on her neck, but she is also a man!

How could such things be buried underground in Fu'an Hutong?

Around the clay water tank, many bodies that had been buried in it were exposed.

There are men and women, there are old and young.

The faces are all presented with the most realistic expressions of fear and despair before people die.

Their faces were facing the sky and their arms were stretched out for help.

I guess they must have been in pain at the last moment before their death.
To be continued...