In a quiet room in the backyard of the barracks, two rows of candles flickered, bringing a dim glow to the dark room. At its end is a sandalwood table with intricate patterns carved around its perimeter.

There are three layers of wooden table tops from large to small, and there are more than ten white jade plaques placed on it, but there is only one on the top layer, and around the jade plaque, two dragon heads are engraved as decoration.

But on the third floor, which is also the largest on the tabletop, one of the jade plaques is split in half from top to bottom.

And now the fat man standing at the table had a pale face, his breath became heavy, and anger rose in his eyes.

"Someone!" he yelled.

Not long after, a figure stumbled in, trembling and bowing to him, "My lord?"

"Go and ask Master Tianhai!" the man commanded without looking back.

"Yes!" the man retired.

After a while, a lean old man in a black robe with gray hair appeared at the door briskly, led by a servant, and called respectfully to the figure with his back to him, "My lord?"

"Master!" Hearing his voice, the fat man turned his head, only to see his lips pursed into a thin line, gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Please check the master's practice, which dog thing should be cut with a thousand knives to hurt my son!"

"Okay!" the lean old man in a black robe with gray hair agreed, drew a formation in front of the door, set up the altar, pinched the broken white jade plaque in his hand, closed his eyes, and chanted words in his mouth.

And the man put his hands behind his back, staring at the lean old man who was doing it.

Time passed little by little, and beads of sweat slowly oozed from the gray-haired lean old man's forehead, and his closed eyes gradually wrinkled.

It didn't take long for the beads of sweat to collect into sweat and roll down his forehead. Since the first drop of sweat rolled down, sweat poured down on his forehead, and the fat man's hand couldn't help but clench into a fist.

After a while, the lean old man finally opened his eyes, but his vitality was greatly damaged, and his mouth was full of anger.

"How?, Master?" asked the fat man, looking nervous.

The lean old man didn't reply immediately, and only after his breath gradually calmed down did he speak faintly, "I only found out the location where the young master was killed, and it was in the newly appeared spatial wormhole of the Tianzhu Ruins in the desert. It's just that someone has shielded the heavenly machine with a great mana, old man......... It's hard to detect!"

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, then shook his head and sighed.

"Master!" The fat man was obviously not satisfied with this answer, frowned, and said meaningfully, "Please do the master a favor, after all, Xiao Miao is my father's favorite grandson!"

"This .......," the thin old man's face hesitated.

"Master has something to say, you might as well say it directly!" the fat man's face flashed with a hint of displeasure.

"Since the adults have said so, the old man will not hide it. Seeing this, the thin old man stroked his beard and muttered, "The old man still has a way to forcibly probe the heavenly opportunity." But to be honest, this method is very costly, and it is hard to say how much information can be detected.

"Hey, the little master really shouldn't have gone to that space wormhole!" the thin old man sighed.

"Ask the master to cast a spell, and no matter what the result is, I will definitely compensate the master heavily!" the fat man said in a deep voice, his tone resolute.

"Sizzle!" the thin old man took a deep breath before gritting his teeth and reluctantly agreeing, "Then it's up to the adults!"

So, the lean old man took out a celadon jade bottle from the Qiankun bag. He hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and pulled the plug suddenly, and a heavy smell of blood came to his face, with a strong smell of blood in it.

"This is the essence blood of a crystallized beast, and the old man has spent a lot of money to get this essence blood!" The lean old man glanced meaningfully at the fat man.

The fat man understood, and took out a ginseng plant that exuded strong vitality from the Qiankun bag, handed it to the lean old man, and said in a deep voice:

"This is a hundred-year-old spirit ginseng taken from the vicinity of the Dragon Clan's Tianchi in Dazhou Mountain, so I don't need to explain more about its effect on prolonging life, right?

"Haha, my lord has seen the outside!" the lean old man laughed loudly.

Having said that, the hand that took the Centennial Ginseng was very neat, and he hurriedly put it away, as if he was afraid that it would run away.

"Master, please cast a spell!" the fat man said with no smile on his face, stretching out his hand.

Seeing this, a trace of unhappiness flashed on the thin old man's face, but after all, he had to take the bottle of essence blood and pour it on the broken jade plate, and as the essence blood rolled down, the jade card was dyed a piece of blood red.

Immediately afterwards, the lean old man pinched the jade plaque with both hands, pinched out a peculiar seal, and said something in his mouth.

After a while, the essence blood on the jade plaque and the essence blood dripping on the ground gradually turned into mist and rose, and it didn't take long for the blood-red mist to fill the entire bamboo forest, dyeing it scarlet, which was extremely weird.

About half an hour later, the thin old man shouted "Ning!"

The blood mist quickly condensed, like a blood-red mirror, reflecting a picture, a figure was wrapped in a streamer, and was about to fly out, but another figure suddenly appeared, a sword slashed out, and turned into a light and shadow in the streamer.

Then, the blood mirror turned into a blood mist again, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the thin old man's mouth.

"Master, .......?" the fat man wondered.

"What is certain is that the young master died at the hands of a man, and that man wielded the sword!" said the lean old man, whose face was pale and weak.

"Besides?" the fat man asked again, frowning.

"It's gone!" said the lean old man, and a nameless fire rose in his stomach.

"Gone?" the fat man asked with a shrill voice, his eyes widened with an angry expression.

"Yes! No!" The thin old man saw him angry, which made him even more angry, and he walked away directly.

The fat man stood in place and was stunned for a while, and then his anger rose from his heart, and when he saw the thin old man walking away, he couldn't help but scold, "the useless charlatan!"

As for the thin old man after he walked away, he was also angry, "Fucking yellow-haired child, if you don't look at your father's face, I can't see that Lao Tzu treats you as a person!"

After a while, the fire in the fat man's heart subsided slightly. He yelled, "Someone!"

After a while, a man in iron armor trotted in, hurriedly bowed his head to the fat man, and said respectfully, "My lord?"

"Go! Send an order to the Shadow Hunter Group, let me go to the Tianzhu Ruins to find out the cause of my son's death, and a man with a sword! Don't come back to me if you can't find out!" the fat man shouted.

"Yes!" replied the man in iron armor.

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Char City, the General's Mansion, an obese man strode towards with a murderous face, and the two guards at the door who practiced qi saw that it was this fat man, and they didn't stop him at all, and let him break in.

The fat man rode into the arch at the edge of the front yard and strode toward the backyard. But he stopped abruptly in front of a small pebble pavement.

Slowly, in front of his feet, a transparent film emerged. He looked around, trying to find out where the eye of this formation was. At this moment, an old and emotionless voice came from behind the formation, "Don't waste your efforts, this formation can only be unlocked inside." ”

The fat man raised his head suddenly, looked at the thin old man with gray hair in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Old Chen, hurry up and open the formation, I want to go in to see my father!"

"The Great General is in retreat!" said the emaciated old man known as Chen Lao.

"I'm in a hurry!" the fat man was anxious.

"The general said that there is no one to see!" The old man's words were as cold as before, without any waves.

"My son is dead!" the fat man roared angrily at the wizened old man.

But the thin old man was unmoved, and said lightly in the same tone and at the same speed,

"The general is closing the life and death pass!"

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