Afternoon

After landing, they called a few cars, and then everyone went back to their respective homes to find their mothers.

Xiao Chen took his wife and children and returned to Xia Yutong's villa leisurely.

The old drunkard and Xuanyi were also not suitable to live in that small villa, and went to the guild after accepting Shi Zhenxiang's invitation.

Then he urged the driver and hurried back.

The four Avatar Stage Demon Cultivators led ten Yuan Infant Stage to ambush in the suburbs, this is a provocation to decency, and it is the rhythm of doing things!

If you change to an ordinary monk, even if you have three sword cultivators accompanying you to escort you, I'm afraid you will definitely die!

And being able to accurately know their route shows that there is a shadow development in the guild, and this matter must be strictly investigated!

What's more, seeing the battle in the Transformation Period, Shi Zhenxiang held his breath in his heart, this time he went back to retreat to seek a breakthrough, and he would never leave the level until he was in the Transformation Period!

In the evening, Jiang Yifeng, Yang Changsheng, and Xiao Huo sat leisurely in the office drinking tea and chatting.

Jiang Yifeng held a cigarette in his mouth, crossed Erlang's legs and asked without any image: "Ah Huo, today is May 20th, the big day of 520, why didn't you go out on a date?"

Xiao Huo took a puff of cigarette and said with a sad face: "Alas... , I also checked this day today, and I was taken aback!"

Then he leaned forward and said with palpitations: "Brother Feng, Brother Changsheng, I thought that 520 was a good day at first, and I also deliberately checked the history books and found that 520 is the lunar calendar, and it is the day when Pan Jinlian poisoned Wu Dalang!"

Just now, a girl asked me to go out to play, and I was decisively blocked! Hmph, I hope my feelings are okay, but I can't kill me!"

Yang Changsheng looked at the sulking young man, and said speechlessly: "Where did you read the pirated history books, it is not shallow...... it is harmful." ”

Jiang Yifeng let out a puff of smoke and said disdainfully: "You deserve to be single!"

......

late at night

On the top of an unknown hill stands a small incense hall, which can be seen from the moss-covered bluestone slab walls, which have been here for some years.

Suddenly, a figure covered in robes suddenly flashed in the open space outside the gate, stumbling and almost falling to the ground.

Bang bang bang....

A withered arm stretched out from the wide robe, slamming it against the old and broken wooden door.

With every time the palm of his hand is filmed, the old and dilapidated thin wooden door will shake violently, as if it will break and fall apart at any time.

"Who, don't sleep at night and rush to die!"

There was an impatient shouting from the courtyard behind the wooden gate, and a stout, flat-headed man in shabby trousers and bare arms walked out.

Late at night is the best time to cultivate, and it seems to be even more compelling, but when I am forgetting myself, I am suddenly interrupted!

It's like sleeping soundly in the middle of the night but being pulled out of the bed by someone, it's strange that you don't get out of bed!

Chirping... Chirping...

The shabby thin-skinned wooden door was pulled open with a trembling creak, and the flat-headed man didn't even look at the people outside, and scolded angrily: "I didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran out to die!

Chirping....

After speaking, close the wooden door without looking.

Bang!

A withered arm stretched out suddenly, put a palm against the door, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brute Bull, I want to see the helmsman!"

The sturdy flat-headed man was stunned for a moment, his lazy gaze suddenly became fierce, and he had a tyrannical aura on his body, and his face was solemn and vigilant.

Hearing the other party call out his name, he stared closely at the figure shrouded in his robe.

Flap your wrist and get ready to deliver a sharp blow to kill your opponent!

Although the other party's breath is weak, but he can recognize his identity, the nature of the matter becomes different.

Twenty years ago, he followed the Qian Helm into the secular world, and in order to hide his identity, he deliberately found a remote incense hall to settle in, killed all the people in the incense hall, and replaced him.

Twenty years have passed, and this identity has been completely whitewashed, and it has never been detected by the guild.

Now, a mysterious person suddenly appeared and opened his mouth to see the helmsman, how could he not be frightened.

Once it is discovered that there is a problem with the identity of the person who came, he will use the most drastic means to kill people and keep the secret of his identity.

Otherwise, once the news reaches the guild, it is known that there is a rudder master of the refining period hidden in the secular world, and it will not lead to a crazy siege!

The brute bull's eyes were vigilant, and he said in a solemn voice: "Who are you?!"

The man stretched out his skinny arms, and his dry skin was as luster as old tree bark in the moonlight.

"It's the old man!"

The man reached out and lifted the robe over his head, revealing a haggard face.

The lower limit of the cheeks makes the protruding eyes seem to pop out at any time, and the thin appearance looks very seeping under the moonlight!

The brute bull stared at the sunken cheeks for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Zhu... Hall Master Zhu, how did you become like this? Didn't you lead the team to ambush important people in the guild? How was the task completed, but what about the others? Your breath ......?"

After seeing the other party's face clearly, the sturdy body couldn't help but pause, and asked several questions in surprise.

"Alas... It's hard to put into words!"

Zhu might as well pursed his black chapped lips, and a hint of fear flashed in his sunken eyes.

He sighed deeply, and said in a hoarse voice: "Things have changed, I want to see the helmsman, and I have something important to report!"

Hearing the eager words, the brute cow felt the other party's weak breath, his face became solemn, and he nodded heavily: "Come with me, I'll report it!"

"I'm tired. ”

Zhu might as well thank this fellow monk for his polite salute.

After all, he is a close follower who has followed the helmsman for many years, and he is also a monk in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, and he is a person who has to be treated with courtesy even in his heyday.

What's more, now that his strength has been greatly damaged, he is even more afraid of this peer.

The most important thing is that if the other party adds a few words to the report and says a few words, it will be very bad.

Others are big guys at the beginning, if you offend this one, I'm afraid that when you see the helmsman, you will be killed without saying a word at the beginning, and then you will be forced to .......

The brute bull led the way in front, passed through an archway, entered the backyard where he was resting, walked to a dilapidated tiled house, and knocked lightly on the door: "Report to the helmsman, the master of the hall Zhu has urgent matters to see." ”

The two of them didn't dare to say anything, and they stood at the door waiting, and the air seemed to freeze.

After a long time, the candlelight in the room flickered, and a faint voice came: "Come in." ”

"Yes!" Hearing the call, the bull hurriedly and cautiously pushed open the door and walked in with his head down.

"Whew... It's a blessing or a curse, it's something you can't avoid... The big deal is death!"

Zhu might as well take a deep breath, secretly cheer himself up, gritted his teeth and followed in.