Northland.

"That lord is willing to make a move, enter the deep palace, and kill the demon queen. ”

"Thank you. ”

In the darkness, Dingbei Hou bowed deeply.

"There's nothing to thank, the assassin can't see the light, whether it's his name, identity, or appearance, he can't see the light, otherwise he will die.

So, Dingbei Hou, even if you stand in front of me and know that I am the owner of the Bloody Clothes Building, do you really know who I am?"

Dingbei Hou looked up at the darkness in front of him, "I really don't know, but I don't need to know, do I? ”

"No, no, no, Dingbei Hou still hasn't understood that at the moment when our Bloody Cloak Building and the ghost village owner made a move, we were already tied together.

Every real big force has a world of upper and lower levels, making decisions, acting concretely, acting secretly, doing unclean things, no one knows about them, layer after layer, taking deeper and deeper roots, and at the same time imprinting each other.

The collision of the two great forces is not a collision on the surface, but a confrontation at various levels.

The Red Mansion used to be strong, but now it is weak, and it has nothing to do with the Great Zhou, but how can he enter the royal capital? It is from the dragon's work, hundreds of years ago, the Red Mansion did that, and hundreds of years later, our Bloody Clothes Building, as well as the ghost villa in the lower world, will also do the same. ”

The Marquis of Dingbei closed his eyes and thought about it, "Okay, the moment the prince succeeds to the throne, it is the time when the Bloody Cloak House enters the royal capital." What the Assassin could not do on the surface, he could discuss it with the old man, and the old man would definitely try his best to help. ”

"Good!"

"When will the owner of the village kill the demon queen?"

"I don't know. ”

"I don't know?"

"Just wait for the news, the people from my bloody clothes building have already entered the royal capital. Although the owner of the village does not want to face the Yama Heavenly Son, but at this moment, it is a narrow encounter, and who is the true king of the assassin world may be decided soon. ”

"Is the Son of Yama really so terrifying?"

"The true powerhouses of the Assassin world know that the most terrifying time for the Son of Yama... It was when you thought he was going to die..."

"When a person dies, he must run out of oil and the lamp is dry, how can it be terrible?"

After Dingbei Hou finished speaking, he obviously noticed the fear in the eyes of the owner of the bloody mansion opposite, and even his voice trembled: "When you thought that the Son of Heaven was about to die, that was the beginning of his immortality...

In his body, there lives a devil... A real devil...

When the devil awakens, no one can stand in front of him, back then... Back then... So many..."

The owner of the Bloody Mansion seemed to be reminded of some terrible memories, but quickly calmed down and stopped talking.

"Could it be that the Son of Yama is a demon?"

"No... Not a demon, but an assassin more terrifying than a demon, is... A true uncrowned king. ”

...

...

Karamon.

"Old lady, Tang Zhu is gone!! Last night was fine, but this morning suddenly disappeared. ”

"It stands to reason that it is impossible to leave the Tang Gate with the strength of Tang Pig, and no matter where he is hiding, he can find it, right?"

"It's really gone, it's just suddenly gone. The house where he lived was a mess and bloodstained. ”

In the small lent where the light slanted, the old lady was wrapped in an embroidered gold robe and carried a strange colorful lotus cane, "Tang Zhu's eldest brother has fallen, although he is stupid, but he has the same heart as Tang Candle, and his heart is sad." Let's look for it again, this kid, I raised him in the Tang Sect until he is old, he shouldn't be able to go far, you all work hard, go find it yourself. ”

"Yes, old lady. Five men and women responded together.

Half a day later.

Stomp and tread.

Five figures flashed into the small fast.

"Old lady Qiyu, Tang Zhu... Not in the Tang Gate, not near the Tang Gate.

The disciples of the Tang Sect who patrolled the guards did not see him, there was no fresh flesh and blood buried in the ground, the fish pond had also been tried, there were no new corpses, and the trees in the back mountain were also checked, and there was no one in the belly of the tree.

There is no shortage of corpse powder in the small building of the hidden poison, according to the registration of the collection, one by one, the people who have this powder in the Tang Sect are not missing.

There was no sign of the door in the forbidden place ever being opened. ”

The old lady's expression grew colder and colder.

Another man hurriedly said, "Old lady, there is actually another possibility. Don pig may..."

"What could be?"

"I may have entered the transcendent realm, but I don't know why I went into it..."

The other woman beside him laughed, "Is it possible?"

The man was speechless, "Impossible. ”

The old lady closed her eyes and thought for a while, "Go and find out." By the way, how about the children who have returned to claim the position of heir?"

"Old lady Qiqi, she is still observing. ”

"Well, keep an eye on it, the old body needs to see clearly what forces are investing behind these grandchildren when they are banished. ”

"Yes!"

Whoosh!

Five figures swept out quickly.

In the small room, the sun was tilting, and the old lady frowned, her cloudy pupils not knowing what to think.

...

...

Every twilight, the autumn rain falls slowly.

Jinzhu City, the city is full of wind and rain, hundreds of birds return to their nests, people return home, except for the drunkards who stumble on the streets, and the government guards on duty in front of the city gate, there are very few people who are in a hurry.

In the direction of Jinzhu Restaurant, there was a sudden laughter.

"Get out!!Xiao Er, beat this fool out, and don't look at anyone's place, dare to come and be presumptuous?"

"Wait, shopkeeper, this kind of fool is tonight's fun, how can he get out?"

A young man in a luxurious autumn robe stepped out, and he looked at the fat man lying on the red carpet on the first floor of the restaurant.

The fat man didn't look like a beggar, but his whole body was extremely dirty, like a pig panting, his body was swinging, his mouth was chanting, and he was nagging "Eat, eat, eat, hungry..."

The boy suddenly looked sideways at a purple-clothed boy who was traveling beside him and said, "Brother Xu, if we come to play a game, if I win, Brother Xu will have to let me enter the boudoir of the peony girl, if I lose, the boudoir of the peony girl will be entered by you, okay?"

The purple-clothed man looked at the pig-like fat man on the first floor, and smiled elegantly: "Let's talk about it." ”

The corner of the son's lips in the luxurious autumn robe curled, and his face was full of amorousness: "A few days ago, we weren't arguing about whether the pig would go up the tree, so do you think he would go up the tree?"

"Heh, Brother Zheng is interesting, but this idiot looks like him, how can he know how to climb trees?"

"Then let's gamble, anyway, it's been raining a lot in the autumn recently, and it's been like this every day, it's really boring, and it's rare to have a condiment. I bet he could go up the tree. ”

"Okay, then I'll bet he can't. ”

The son of the luxurious autumn robe smiled: "Tonight, I have settled in the boudoir of the peony girl." ”

With that, he went down the restaurant.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant looked around, there were few guests tonight, and the rest of the guests seemed to think that it was very interesting to have such an "impromptu activity", and they were all watching, and even coaxing.

In addition, these two sons were frequent customers of the restaurant, and they were the powerful people in the city that he could not afford to offend, so he didn't care anymore, but just glanced sympathetically at the fat man lying on the ground muttering "eat, eat, hungry, hungry", and shook his head.

In these days, although human life is not as good as grass mustard, it is not precious.