Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Golden Wrong Knife

The chopsticks in the hands of Wang Chuan and others immediately fell to the ground, waiting for the plate of bright red and shiny meat on the table, their faces became red, and their throats swelled, and several people who couldn't help it anymore couldn't help but retching on the edge of the table, and tears couldn't help but overflow from the corners of their eyes.

"Vomit—"

Yan Zhao closed his eyes and waved his left hand, only to see that only a few slices of meat were suddenly left, and the rest turned into dust and disappeared into the air.

"Master Banquet-" Seeing the scene in front of him, Chen Jianguo's eyes and face exploded. Originally, he only thought that this group of traffickers was just abducting and selling children for money, but what he never expected was that these traffickers were so miserable, Chen Jianguo didn't dare to imagine how many children had been murdered in the past 20 years. His only concern now is whether the recently abducted child is likely to survive.

Yan Zhao pinched his eyebrows, and said expressionlessly: "Just wait for them to make a move." ”

"Wait for them to make a move-" Chen Jianguo muttered subconsciously.

Before he could react, he only saw Yan Zhao's left hand wave, Chen Jianguo suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest, a turbulent current scurrying in his meridians, his face gradually became innocent, and he saw Chang Yu and the others fall down one after another. Chen Jianguo pointed and stretched out his left hand to Yan Zhao, his face showing indignation. Before he could say anything. Chen Jianguo, who was already in chaos in his mind, suddenly fainted on the table.

looked at the appearance of a few people twisted to the ground. As soon as the aura in the body turned, it instantly became similar to Chen Jianguo and the others. Then he slowly collapsed on the table.

Baili Ji in the room, hearing the sound from next door, raised his head and smiled slightly, then took out a wooden box from his backpack and opened it slowly, which contained a section of bacon with bright red and bright colors.

Pull out the knife you were carrying, cut a small piece from it, and put it back in its place. Return to the room where Yan Zhao and the others were, and sit down in the place before him. Slowly put the slices of meat into your mouth. It's like you're tasting something delicious. Despite the growing paleness of his face, he still maintained an intoxicated appearance.

House Town, Tomb Keeper, Wu Hao. I, Wu Qi, have come back for revenge.

The dim lights lit up the room, and the silence grew around it, and the door creaked open. The proprietress scanned the scene in the room with cold eyes, and finally focused her eyes on the dish in the middle of the table, looking at the few pieces of meat left in the plate, and smiled coldly.

"Originally, I thought I would solve you directly. I didn't expect you to bump into it yourself. Is the bacon in my house so delicious? Since we have eaten my bacon, it just so happens that our clan sacrifice is still missing a sacrifice. Just let them make up for it. He immediately said to the middle-aged man behind him: "Tie them all up and put them in a sack." I'll get into the graveyard tonight. ”

"Sanniang, let's kill people so blatantly, what if someone finds out?" A middle-aged man beside him said suddenly.

"What are you afraid of, this is a house town, our territory. Anyone who dares to insult our house town is killed. We've got them all covered, and even if they're discovered, it's only a few days away. By then, the clan sacrifice has been completed, but there is no proof of death! I only heard the proprietress say coldly.

"Alright then!" The middle-aged man bowed and said.

The sound of stabbing and stabbing sounded in his ears, Yan Zhao opened his eyes, it was pitch black, and there was an empty area all around, and when he turned his head, he saw Bai Li Ji holding a thick iron rod rubbing on the ground, and the sparks splashed shone on this man's calm face. Noticing Yan Zhao's gaze, he turned around and said, "Master Yan, wake up." ”

Yan Zhao straightened up, his hands shook, and the iron lock tied to his body immediately broke and fell to the ground. looked at Baili Ji expressionlessly.

I only heard this man speak: "Master Yan, don't worry, even if I have any bad ideas, I am not targeting you. I think our purpose is the same. As for my identity, let's keep it a secret for now! I don't have that atmosphere now, so I don't want to talk about it. ”

Looking at the iron rod in his hand that gradually revealed the cold light, he slowly stood up, kicked open the iron door that had been destroyed, Baili Ji turned around and said to Yan Zhao: "It's the second day now, but the people in the house town are now gathered in the tomb for the clan sacrifice ceremony?" Your partner should already be on the altar. If we don't set out, those children and your companions won't be able to save them. ”

Yan Zhao nodded expressionlessly and followed the man outside.

Stepping out the door, there is a long corridor that can only accommodate one person, surrounded by dense rooms, mottled iron doors, and water droplets dripping everywhere, splashing on the ground. Converge into a thin stream. Is it the windy wind, and the dim light overhead, which makes the surrounding atmosphere more and more condensed in my heart.

As if returning to his own home, Baili Ji familiarly took Yan Zhao through the porches, and finally stopped at a gate.

Inside the door, there was a faint chanting voice: "Fu Wei - ancestor - unfilial descendants - dedication - "

I only heard the corners of Baili Ji's mouth move slightly, and said slowly: "The ceremony has begun." ”

From within the dantian, he sacrificed the Longyuan sword, and Yan Zhao kicked open the door in front of him.

The singing of several old people in the main hall was suddenly interrupted, and the more than 1,000 people present for a while suddenly looked at the banquet outside the gate.

Yan Zhao looked at the black pressure in front of him and the Wuzhen people in black robes, and then turned his eyes to Chen Jianguo and the others lying on the ground on the altar. With his arms outstretched, he immediately flew up, and the long sword directly forced several people on the altar to retreat, and then the double sword picked off the ropes on several people, and with a wave of aura on his body, several people in front of him suddenly trembled, and slowly woke up.

I heard that the people in the audience immediately panicked, and a middle-aged man standing in the crowd immediately shouted angrily: "Mausoleum keeper, kill those guys directly for me." ”

Chen Jianguo, who came back to his senses, saw the sword standing in front of him, and remembered what Yan Zhao did just now, and just wanted to say something, the corner of his eye was to see a large group of people stiffly walking out of the crowd under the stage, holding a long gun in his hand, and his eyes immediately shrank tightly.

"Bang bang bang-" A gunshot rang out, and Chen Jianguo seemed to be able to see golden bullets flying towards him. My heart was almost in my throat. A pale yellow light screen suddenly surged in front of him. Bullets immediately fell right in front of them.

Chang Yu and the others looked at Yan Zhao standing in front of them, and immediately showed a burst of gratitude, and then heard Yan Zhao's cold voice: "Withdraw!" ”

Then the people came to their senses, got up and turned around and ran towards the gate.

"Can't let them out—" I heard the middle-aged man shout loudly.

The crowd around immediately gathered around. Fortunately, Chen Jianguo and the others had already mixed up with the people in the town, and those with guns suddenly did not dare to shoot rashly.

Yan Zhao rushed down the altar and saw the Wuzhen people with more and more hideous faces. The black light in the center of the eyebrows is bright. Immediately, he no longer had any scruples, and swept the long sword. Under the blade of the sword, these black-robed men immediately clutched their necks and fell down in horror.

Suddenly, blood was seen, and flowers suddenly exploded in the crowd. The middle-aged man was furious. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer black-robed people around Yan Zhao and the others, they were getting closer and closer to the gate. immediately snatched the gun from the hand of a black-robed man next to him, opened the safety and shot at Yan Zhao, and said straight in his mouth: "Shoot me and kill them, don't care about anything." ”

When the mausoleum guards around them heard the middle-aged man's words, they immediately raised their guns and shot at Yan Zhao and the others.

Yan Zhao dodged, and a black-robed man beside him suddenly opened fire in his chest, and fell to the ground unwillingly, seeing the black-robed man who was already crazy. Yan Zhao and the others frantically walked towards the gate, and finally approached the gate, only to see Wang Chuan suddenly covering his thighs and falling to the ground.

Yan Zhao's figure was unfurled, and he immediately took the person in his hand and quickly swept out.

I saw Baili Ji standing in front and shouting, "Follow me." With that, he turned and ran forward, and in a moment disappeared into the darkness.

Yan Zhao hesitated for a moment, but immediately nodded at Chen Jianguo and the others, and then followed.

The middle-aged man in the main hall looked at the blood spread out on the ground and the black-robed corpses everywhere, and his face was furious. said to Sanniang beside him: "You said that it was enough for those people to make sacrifices, so lock up those two people first and deal with them later." Now the two of them are disturbing our former sacrifice. If you don't give me an explanation! I'll throw you into the pool of blood. He never doubted Sanniang's loyalty, after all, she was his own sister!

"Don't worry, I will definitely ensure that the next two sacrifices will be carried out smoothly. I will never let them see the sun outside, or you won't have to throw me in. I'll just cut it myself. After speaking, he looked coldly at the mausoleum keeper next to him and said, "Follow me." ”

Everyone followed Baili Ji left and right, passing through the porches and secret rooms. Hearing the noise behind them getting quieter and quieter, everyone stopped angrily. Yan Zhao had time to pick up Wang Chuan's feet, and the aura of his body turned, and the wound suddenly healed slowly.

A few people looked at the wide secret room in front of them, vaguely like a teacher, surrounded by scattered seats, faintly visible bloodstains. The dim light hit everyone, making people shudder.

I saw Baili Ji walk to a corner, lift the iron rod in his hand and smash it against the wall, splashing stones everywhere. Gradually, a metallic luster is revealed.

Seeing this bright light, Baili Ji immediately showed a smile, pulled out the metal piece with both hands, and held it up under the dim light to slowly stroke and play.

It was the golden wrong knife that Yan Zhao had seen before.

"Who the hell are you?" I only heard Yan Zhao ask in a cold voice. From the beginning of the previous encounter to the current chaos, he and others can be said to have been led by the nose, but they have to do so.

Hearing Yan Zhao's words, Bai Li Ji immediately put away the golden wrong knife in his hand, turned his head to look at Yan Zhao and the others, his eyes moved, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said: "I just grew up in this town, and now I have come back to take revenge." ”

"Don't worry, there is still an hour before the next live sacrifice, so there is no hurry."

Speaking of this, Baili Ji took the golden wrong knife, slashed through the tables and chairs around the whole room, and said: "I really miss it, I think I was also a student here back then, and I also aspired to be a tomb here, the mausoleum keeper." ”