That's right. Li Zesi remembered that only a few people knew the truth of Yue Feng's case, and in fact, it was handled as a headless case afterwards. If Zhu Luo harbored hatred, the last clue he got should be this incident: in order to protect Yue Feng, who looked like his younger brother, the ugly cow injured many people, including himself, with a sword in the street.

The black sword of the ugly cow is sharp and bright, and there are subtle similarities with Yue Feng's modus operandi. King Wu and the others, also under strong evidence, did not continue to suspect the faceless giant. Does Zhu Luo still think that it was the ugly cow who killed his brother? In the middle of the struggle, Zhu Luo opened his mouth to respond to the ugly cow, his tone was calm, and he did not have the madness just now: "The great revenge has not been avenged, and I have endured humiliation and stolen life, it is me, the person standing in front of me, is it my enemy Ugly Cow?" ”

Li Zesi hurriedly interjected: "Brother Ling is not an ugly cow, the real murderer is someone else, we have avenged your revenge!" Zhu Luo turned his head to Li Zesi with a slow and anxious movement: "Gouging out the revenge, can someone avenge him for me?" The mystic sorcerer looked back at the ugly cow in disbelief, which means that his eyes were also dug out by you? The giant was unmoved: "I'll only glance at you." Zhu Luo shouted: "Hugh has to quibble!!" With the shouting, he had already pressed forward, as if he had been guided by someone to catch the ugly cow. The giant dodged, and the black sword hissed around him like a viper, ready to strike, just waiting for the fatal blow.

Just when Zhu Luo turned around for the second time and was about to enter the range of the ugly cow's attack, he suddenly stopped suddenly. Li Zesi was taken aback, at this moment, he seemed to feel that this was not Zhu Luo's intention, but someone stopped him, but no one spoke at the scene. Choro gave up on the attack, and he retreated in front of Shine, blocking the latter with his body, and raised his chin. Did Sparkle stop him? Li Zesi looked at the girl behind Zhu Luo suspiciously, and he remembered the inexplicable headache that came from him when he healed Yiyi's eyes that day.

Could it be that this girl can somehow spread her will to others to know? She was around her body, and there was no breath of magic. A thought struck through the mysticist's mind like lightning: Could it be that she was the same ...... as Shenluo? No, it's not. She is real, she doesn't have the unique sense of disobedience that Shenluo, she is a human being. But even if she can indeed transmit her will as expected, what is the relationship with the case of Bu Zhu and others? Can she order a specific person to start a fire every day? This is ridiculous. And what about Cholo, can he do it? Also, why did she stop Chola, was she just afraid of causing trouble? Countless mysteries come to mind, puzzling and puzzling.

The blood-like red glow was already dazzlingly erupting from the east. Li Zesi knew that if he stayed any longer, even if these disabled people turned a blind eye to them, the officials and soldiers of Ji Zetang should have appeared. Now that it is useless to dig deeper, he and the ugly cow must leave quickly, lest they be seen and cause trouble for their masters. He dragged a faceless giant, who understood, and the two of them quickly retreated silently, without saying a word to each other, and went back to their homes. When Li Zesi returned to King Wu's mansion, Zhou Hui was not waiting for him alone.

Shen Luo sat opposite King Wu with a gloomy face, and the two of them watched together as the mystic sorcerer entered the door. Li Zesi blurted out: "Why are you here?" Shen Luo slapped the table, and the metallic blue light surrounded the three of them in the middle, and after confirming that no one could break through, he spoke, "The Wing King sent me." "Last night's incident ......" "He didn't know, I erased the memory of the mystic. I came today because the Wing King told me that Zhou Ming might be assassinated. "He sent you to warn the Qiwang?" "Exactly."

"Then why did you come here in the first place?" Shen Luo showed an incredulous expression and looked at Li Zesi, who was asking questions: "Do you think that the Wing King will use his own name to inform the Qi King?!" Zhou Hui frowned and asked: "The eldest brother is still martial, it is impossible for an ordinary assassin to succeed, does the second brother mean to say ......" "Yes!" This time, the assassins are not ordinary swordsmen, but some extremely terrifying guys! The flesh and blood of the soldiers alone can't stop them, and the Qi King has always despised the secret warlocks, and if he doesn't have anything in the house, he will inevitably suffer. ”

Li Zesi replied, "Then why didn't His Second Highness directly send his secret sorcerer?" "Tell King Qi directly that he has raised a lot of secret warlocks? Second Highness is not a fool either! Zhou Hui still had some scruples: "How did the second brother know?" He didn't want to go into details, I think if it wasn't for some reason, Zhou Ju wouldn't want to inform King Qi at all. I think that no matter how many mysteries there are, I am afraid that only after encountering these people head-on can we know the truth! And," Shen Luo looked at Li Zesi reluctantly, "I need your help." The mystic replied coldly, "Three lives are lucky. "In that case, without further ado!" Zhou Hui Huoran stood up, "Let's rush to the Qiwang Mansion immediately." ”

Shen Luo stopped him: "You can't go in person, it's too dangerous, repair the book, hurry up!" King Wu showed a sly smile: "Do you think that just by you, you can easily meet the Qi King?" "Of course!" "Don't talk nonsense, he doesn't believe you at all, he can only add to the trouble." Zhou Hui had already reached the outside of the house as he spoke, "And the most important thing is that I can't lose another brother!" ”

Lei Zhou, Snake King Mountain.

The leader of the Umno people watched his every move coldly, and did not respond. Wang Lie suddenly felt that his lips were very dry, and he couldn't help licking them. The sword flashed! The heavy knife in the witch man's right hand was still pressed against the back of Lao Peng's neck, but his left hand pulled out the short scimitar on his waist with a "poof", and slashed at Qianjun's hands flat! Lao Peng's muscles and muscles were tense, and at this time, his whole body shook, and the accumulated force was about to attack. "Don't move!" Wang Lie drank violently.

Lao Peng's hook knife only trembled slightly, and the witch who was restrained by him also seemed to feel the pain from his waist, his face twisted, and he couldn't bear to move. The scimitar that was slashed towards Qianjun suddenly froze, and the eyes of the leader of the witch people were fixed on the expression on Qianjun's face, and from beginning to end, Qianjun held the brocade and bowed respectfully, the expression on his face remained unchanged at all. The scimitar picked up the brocade, and the gold-embroidered fabric unfolded in the firelight, dazzling, and in the brocade, there was only a small piece of moisture-absorbing silk cotton.

The leader of the witches nodded. Lao Peng clearly felt that the pressure on his head was suddenly relieved, and the terrible knife left an inch above his head. His mind moved, and the hook knife in his hand moved a little. The slice knife was slowly withdrawn, the hook knife was slowly removed, the lame man's bowstring was slowly relaxed, and the atmosphere of the whole scene subtly eased down. Lao Peng took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his waist, followed Wang Lie's example, crossed his hands and pressed his shoulders, bowed and saluted: "Tashi Leza." "Tashi Leza," said the Umno leader on the other side with the same courtesy.

Fortunately, there was no loss of manpower, but Lao Peng and a few guys were slightly injured. Lao Peng took the lame man and a few other brothers back to the mule and horse to bandage the wound briefly, and under the torch over there, Wang Lie was already chatting with the witches in Zhu Wen, which was not yet fluent. He was the only one in the horse gang who knew the witches' Zhuwen, and no one knew what he was talking to the witches loudly, but from a distance, the expressions on the faces of the witches became more and more relaxed, and finally the leader of the witches patted Wang Lie's shoulder happily, and the laughter of the two came, as if there was no life-and-death battle just now.

Lao Peng nodded at Qianjun on the side: "Thanks to you and Lao Wang, otherwise the boat would have capsized in the ditch this time." Qianjun smiled slightly, but did not answer. Lao Peng's eyes were lowered, only to find that his hand was quietly hidden at his side, and no one knew when he inserted the long black sheath knife back into his waist. Lao Peng's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but look at him a few more times. He showed great sincerity when he approached the witchman, but he still did not let his guard down. Then this person's composure is by no means due to ignorance of the world, but the formidable courage and city government honed by vicissitudes. But looking at his smile, it was so clear that there was no evil intent.

At this time, Wang Lie had already run back in small steps, with a little joy on his face. "It's the witch people welcoming relatives," Wang Lie gasped slightly, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, "I almost went home with my life, it scared me." "Are it customary for the witches to greet their relatives at night?" Lao Peng was cold and silent. "It's my negligence, these days, it's the Gu God Festival of the witches. Usually the greeting of relatives is also during the day, but the Gu God Festival is a strange day, legend has it that the most cloudy days of the rainy season every year are the Gu God Festival, there is no sun to calm down, and the Gu God will wander outside. In the past few days, especially the witch people who have raised Gu in Hushan Mountain, they have all stayed at home to ward off evil spirits, and if they really have to go out, they are all at night, and try not to use torches, so as not to be possessed by the Gu God. ”

"Gu God Possession?" Wang Lie nodded, glanced at the witch people, and also lowered his voice: "It is said that it is Gu art, but it is actually a kind of soul detention, and the days of Gu cultivation are all taken advantage of the most poisonous days of the sun, which is to use the light to suppress those resentful souls." In the rainy season, there is no sunshine, and the resentful spirits can't be suppressed, so they will come out and wander by themselves, and the witches call them Gu gods. In the place of Yunzhou, there are many strange things, and I can't say ......" Wang Lie patted his mouth vigorously with his hand: "It's bad luck to say it, it's very evil here, it's best not to ask about the affairs of the witch people." ”

Lao Peng seemed to be a little suspicious, and looked at the lame man and a few other guys, then nodded slowly and heavily, and exhaled slightly. Qianjun inadvertently glanced at Lao Peng, and saw that on his tiger-like back, there was a sweat slowly flowing down his back. He was also surprised in his heart. After several battles of life and death, Lao Peng was not fearless, but he was able to hold back the cold sweat, and until he relaxed his vigilance, the sweat naturally flowed out quietly.

"I've already told them, they also sent the bride to Heishuipu, and when the time comes, they will give us a ride, and when we get to the place, just give us some goods," Wang Lie grinned vigorously, as if he was a little proud that he had done this. The lame man snorted coldly, staring coldly at the every move of the group of witches twenty feet away, his fingers only flexibly fiddling with the arrow feathers on his waist. Lao Peng wanted to ask something, but the lame man's face suddenly changed, and he said in a low voice: "Gang Leader Peng, look over there!" ”

Everyone turned their eyes together, and half of them let out a low "pout". I don't know when, there were three more women in the group of witches, and the tallest one was dressed in a light and thin gauze white robe, and her face was covered with a white gauze of the same material, which was far different from the common attire of the Yunzhou witches tattooed on the right side. The two petite and feminine shrine maidens seemed to be sisters in marriage, holding high the blue and red flags, intentionally or unintentionally covering her side, and everyone could only see a white veil tied on her shoulders rising and falling faintly in the dark, white and crisp, like ice and snow.

"This is their bride?" Qianjun asked curiously. "Come to think of it," Wang Lie shook his head, "this outfit is really rare. The two-colored banner is called the blood food flag, which is used to open the way, because the ghosts and gods who have said the road should not harm people, and they will naturally worship blood food when they get home. The lacquered one is called the evil head god, and he deliberately painted it ugly to frighten the evil spirits who have bad intentions and want to harm people. I don't know the other rules, but looking at her clothes, the material must be Wanzhou's goods, and ordinary people can't afford it. This family should be a big family in the black water shop, and if you have a good deal, you may be able to find someone to lead the way into the snake king's mountain. ”

"It's so hard to find a guide?" Lao Peng asked on the side. "Difficult!" Wang Lie shook his head, "It's said that they are all witches, and they are also a family." However, the snake king, the tiger mountain, is like our two countries in the eastern continent, and there is not much contact with each other. Look at the Beilu barbarians, they are all barbarians, but the people of the Qingyang Department dare to go to the Kuilei Department easily? Maybe they've lost their heads. Qianjun was still smiling, but at this time, his smile suddenly became astringent, and he turned his eyes blankly, as if he was a little distracted.

When he turned his gaze back, Wang Lie had already run to the side of a healthy mule, checked the brocade he brought, rummaged for a long time, pulled out a green shading embroidered gold feather material, and smiled happily: "I just met the witch people to welcome the relatives, get this piece of silk to give the bride a gift, and this friendship is settled." Lao Peng was stunned for a moment and nodded. In the last fight, Wang Lie is far inferior to him, but when it comes to these little tricks, he may not have such tricks as Wang Lie if he wants to break his head.

"I'll go with you," Qianjun said suddenly. Wang Lie glanced at him obliquely, and lowered his voice: "Brother, just look at your kid as a character, and the women of the witch people dare to look at it." "Go, go!" Wang Lie didn't wait for him to answer, he went up and patted him on the shoulder, "Brother will show you a fresh." The two approached the small circle formed by the witches, and Wang Lie saluted the leader and the bride of the witches, said a few words in Zhuwen, and opened the golden-green brocade in his hand.

The witches like gold and green the most, and this silk king was selected to please the witches. The leader's oil-painted face was indeed full of joy, and he bent down and spread his hands out to receive it.