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Feng'an City, corner room on the third floor of Ye Lanshan.
The short and stocky Wen Han stared at the black leather scripture, lying listlessly on the table.
The middle-aged man Zhang Er with small eyes was also looking at the scriptures, with his hands crossed on the table, his head drooping and shoulders shrugged in helplessness and confusion.
Not long after, a breeze came into the room through the half-open window, and a short, thin middle-aged man with high cheekbones and fierce eyes appeared.
"Tell me, what happened in the Thousand Blade Camp that requires you to meet with me to discuss it?" The short and thin middle-aged man Hu Mang said coldly.
He is the secret commander of the Qingyang City Secret Service stationed in Feng'an City. He usually hides in the West Market and works as a butcher. He never shows up unless something big happens.
"You say." Zhang Er raised his hand and punched Wen Han's arm.
"The young city lord has mobilized a thousand ghost soldiers, and their whereabouts are unknown." Wen Han shuddered and spoke quickly.
"That's it?" Hu Mang frowned.
"He also made friends with a mysterious person?" Zhang Er added.
"Lu Da?" Hu Mang frowned even more tightly: "If I show up with just this little information, don't blame me for being cruel?"
He has more than just these two people under his command, and he has already received the same information from others.
Zhang Er hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "That Lu Da is not simple. He can make the Yin soldiers quickly learn some secret methods and strengthen the power of the Thousand Blade Camp."
Hu Mang's face suddenly became serious.
Quickly learn some secret method? Strengthen the power of the Thousand Blades Camp?
There's something wrong with this guy!
He had felt that the atmosphere in the City Lord's Mansion of Feng'an City was a bit strange. After a series of investigations, Lu Da's information appeared in front of him.
Before, he just thought that the person who was personally received by Lu Liang into Feng'an City might be extraordinary.
Now it seems that is quite unusual.
"It seems that we can't stay." Hu Mang couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
"You can't kill him, you can't kill him. This man can't... be killed." Wen Han stood up suddenly, waving his hands and shouting in panic with a red face.
But as he shouted, he met Hu Mang's cold eyes and his voice became smaller involuntarily. Finally, like a quail, he sat back on the chair.
"Can't we use it for ourselves?" Zhang Er suggested reluctantly.
Hu Mang's eyes changed, staring at the two of them coldly: "You, there is something wrong..."
Zhang's scalp suddenly went numb, his mind raced, and he suddenly pointed to the table.
"Manager, you'd better take a look at this scripture." Zhang Er looked calm and solemn, but his heart was trembling: "As long as you read this book, you will understand why this man cannot be killed."
"Really?" Hu Mang frowned, looking suspicious.
"Really!"
"Hmm... Dongji Changsheng Jing, you are quite arrogant."
half an hour...
"Whose dark room are you guys from?"
"Two bastards are betraying their own people!"
"say!"
"Didn't I tell you...you can't kill..."
"I'm going to kill both of you first!"
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In Qiandeng City, ten soul-guiding lamps that had been out of service for a long time rose into the sky again, illuminating the dark sky, and a new day began in Qiandeng City.
The five ghost soldiers of the general flag came to Chen Mu's wooden house, clasped their fists respectfully, and then stood quietly waiting for orders, without any complaints on their faces.
Since entering Qiandeng City, these ghost soldiers have been as obedient as quails. Chen Mu squeezed their ghost power one after another, but he didn't see the unruly behavior he expected, which made him quite regretful.
He also wanted to see someone do the splits, what a pity.
The five ghost soldiers felt a chill in their hearts for no reason and their expressions became even more respectful.
Before coming here, the young city lord had warned him many times that Mr. Ludalu in front of him had strange magical powers. In addition, he had only heard of the Hutian method in rumors, so he knew that the person in front of him was not ordinary, so he dared not make any trouble.
Chen Mu curled his lips in boredom, and then began to practice the Peaceful Heart Sutra as usual...
He passed on the Three Paths Curse to these people on the first day they entered Qiandeng City to assist him in collecting the Weak Water and speed up the tracing of the Divine Fetus.
The secret method of transmission?
Of course, I have to wait until I finish practicing for the day before I can do this work.
Feeling the surging water, Chen Mu grimaced in pain.
"That's too few people!"
The thousand people in front of him were all Yin soldiers who had trained in ghost patterns. Compared with the previous five or six thousand auxiliary soldiers, the acceleration effect of the Three Paths Curse directly doubled!
Whenever he thought of the 20,000 ghost soldiers in Lu Liang's hands, he felt as if he had suffered a great loss.
"No, I have to go get someone else tomorrow."
"If you don't want to give me 20,000, at least 2,000 will be fine."
Thinking of the Ping Xin Jing that was about to accelerate again, a smile suddenly appeared on Chen Mu's face.
"That's it!"
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Two months later, it was late at night on the third floor, in the same room.
Wenhan was still lying on the table weakly.
Zhang Er also had his hands crossed on the table, his eyes dull, his head drooped and his shoulders hunched.
Hu Mang pursed his lips tightly, leaned back in his chair with his arms folded across his chest, and his cold face revealed a hint of helplessness and confusion.
"Tell me, what should we do!" Hu Mang tapped the table with his right index finger.
"Qingyang City knows about Lu Da. The Secret Service can't openly target Feng'an City. It will only weaken it from the side. The person who assassinated Lu Da may have entered Feng'an by now."
"Aren't you the commander? How come you can't intercept any message?" Zhang Er muttered in a low voice.
"I'm not the only commander. What can I do if others send messages out?" Hu Mang glared.
"Tip Lu Da in advance?" Wen Han suggested carefully.
"Do you want to try the Secret Service's methods of dealing with traitors?" Hu Mang rolled his eyes in anger as he looked at this fool.
If it weren't for this bastard, I wouldn't be in this dilemma.
He had not expected that the scripture was so evil, and he was planted with evil thoughts after just reading it once. He knew that Lu Da was a stranger, but he wanted to protect his safety from the bottom of his heart.
But the other party was from Feng'an City, and they were at odds with Qingyang City behind him. If he really wanted to save the other party blatantly, he would not be able to survive.
"How about we take action before the dark room does?" Zhang Er suggested carefully.
"But if we kill the attackers, we won't survive either." Wen Han scratched his head in confusion.
"No, what I mean is that we should get ahead of Anming and take action against Luda first." Zhang Er shook his head.
"Um?!"
Wen Han and Hu Mang looked at each other, and one of them grabbed one of Zhang Er's arms and slammed Zhang Er's face onto the table.
"You actually want to kill Luda?"
"Come, read this sutra of immortality to me again!"
"It's broken, it's broken, my arm is going to break! I just said to take action first, I didn't say to kill Lu Da. We can send him out of Feng'an City!" Zhang Er's face turned red in pain and he shouted hurriedly.
"Don't you have someone who can teleport? Just have him set up the formation in advance and move Lu Da far away from Feng'an City!"
Hu Mang was immediately interested.
Throw Lu Da a little further away and say that he has been killed by them in advance. This will not only protect the opponent, but also weaken the Thousand Blade Camp. The Secret Service Department of Qingyang City will not be able to find any fault.
"What a good idea." Wen Han was delighted.
"Good idea, why don't you let me go!" Zhang Er looked unhappy.
"Don't worry, let's be safe and let him read the Dongji Changsheng Jing again." Hu Mang said cautiously, "What if he didn't plant the spirit seed and was just pretending?"
"That makes sense!" Wen Han nodded repeatedly: "Did you hear that? Read it quickly, read it ten times!"
Zhang Er: “…”
You are such a fucking bastard!
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 498 Plot
In an ordinary house in Pingtoufang, west of Feng'an City.
The living room in the main hall was empty, with an incense table placed against the wall facing the door. Incense was curling from the incense burner on it, and a clay sculpture with a painted figure as high as an arm stood in the center of the incense table.
A middle-aged man with a long beard was standing nearby, while another middle-aged man with a mustache was kneeling on a cushion in front of the table.
The man held four incense sticks and bowed respectfully to the statue. Every time he bowed, a thin stream of smoke flew out of the incense burner and pierced the statue like a sharp arrow.
Every time the figure was pierced, it became a little shorter. In just a moment, it was a finger shorter.
The middle-aged man with a mustache was smiling and was about to continue bowing, but the clay statue suddenly burst out with an invisible force.
The middle-aged man with a moustache suddenly felt as if someone had grabbed his heart. His chest ached and his whole body stiffened.
next moment.
hold head high!
A violent roar suddenly exploded in my ears.
boom!