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Tang Zhangwei stared at the people in front of him, and said, "Are those people the new subordinates that Tang Zhaozong is looking for?" Why are there always so many people who are not afraid of death, they always want to serve that damn Tang Zhaozong? ”

Bai Cunxiao smiled, he said: "Those people always want to get something for nothing, these just want to do evil, they eat on the rivers and lakes, and naturally want to find a thick thigh to hold." That Tang Zhaozong looks like the thickest and most terrifying thigh, and they hug this thigh, in a sense, it is also the most correct choice for them. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "However, they have caused panic among the wealthy people in Yingzhou City, and we will kill them all." When these people are caught by us, or beheaded, they may come to their senses. ”

Bai Cunxiao said: "These people are all drunk today, drunk today, and worried tomorrow and tomorrow." ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "These people are so bold? ”

Bai Cunxiao said: "Of course, these people are never afraid of death. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "When you say this, I'm still a little embarrassed to attack them. ”

Only the end of the pen is still connected with Ou Zilong's lotus root, just like picking up a piece of sweet potato with chopsticks, connected by wisps of spirit-like thin threads. One person is connected by this alone, and it seems that it may be torn off at any time.

Lingyun pen was suddenly grabbed, like a frightened eel swaying desperately from side to side, the clouds flew wildly, but Fei Lao's two fingers seemed to be a pair of steel tongs, glowing with purple and blue light, and he held the pen spirit tightly, never wavering at all.

Zhuge Yihui wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered, "I didn't expect Fei Lao to use his own pen spirit...... next to Bai Cunxiao heard it and asked him what the origin of Fei Lao's pen spirit was. Zhuge Yihui and Tang Zhangwei didn't answer, staring intently at the scene in the basement. Bai Cunxiao was bored with himself, so he had to put his eyes back on the screen.

In the basement, Fei Lao held the pen spirit and said to Ou Zilong coldly: "Now that your body is no longer under the control of your mind, and your nerves have been caught by me with the Lingyun pen, don't you say it?"

Ou Zilong replied with silence.

Fei Lao said: "If you have backbone, then I have to ask the pen spirits directly, they will never lie." As if to confirm what he said, his thumb used a little force on the Lingyun pen tube, and Ou Zilong immediately let out a miserable scream, as if someone had touched his most painful nerve.

"Who are your accomplices in the Zhuge family?" Fei Lao asked sharply, a faint white vapor evaporating from the top of his head, obviously preoccupied.

"Gentlemen...... Zhuge Chun......" Ou Zilong hissed from his mouth, and the corners of his eyes began to ooze blood. Now his entire nerves have been dragged into the Lingyun pen, and it is actually the pen spirit that is using his body to speak.

"Did he command you?"

"No......" the voice was weak and hoarse. Fei Lao had to make his question as simple as possible, and at the same time, the five fingers of his right hand deftly swam on the Lingyun pen tube, like playing a piano, and like the silk thread of a puppet.

After all, the pen spirit is only an immaterial spirit, and his ability is not enough to perform very fine manipulation on them.

"Why did you kill Fang Bin?"

"I don't know ......"

"If Zhuge Chun is not the mastermind, then who instructed it?"

The tremor of Ou Zilong's whole body suddenly stopped, and his lips opened a few times, trying to spit out a few words. Fei Lao couldn't hear clearly, and took two steps forward. Suddenly, Ou Zilong's eyes widened, and a large mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, which was spraying on Fei Lao's face, who was less than half a meter away from him.

Fei Lao was caught off guard, his body retreated, his right hand relaxed, and Lingyun Pen took the opportunity to get out of control and kept screaming around Ou Zilong.

This time, it was Ou Zilong's own strong consciousness that overwhelmed the Lingyun pen, so strong that it could even affect the nerves that had been dragged out of the body. But the strong must be opposed, and this move also hurt him deeply. He then spurted out several more mouthfuls of blood, but it didn't have the strong momentum of the high-pressure faucet just now, and it was weaker at a time. In the end, the blood could no longer spurt out, and could only gurgle from the corners of the mouth, staining the entire placket a terrible blood red.

Even the Lingyun Pen on top of his head had begun to dim, and the clouds began to turn into a leaden gray color.

"Quick! Call the emergency doctor!"

Zhuge Yihui saw that the situation was not good, and immediately ordered his subordinates to find a doctor. Soon four or five white coats rushed into the basement, Fei Lao watched the group of people hurriedly carry the dying Ou Zilong onto the stretcher, a strange look appeared on his face full of blood, and he didn't even care about wiping the bloodstains, so he kept watching Ou Zilong being carried out.

Zhuge Yihui and the others immediately rushed into the basement, and Tang Zhangwei carefully took a towel and handed it to Fei Lao. Fei Lao wiped it briefly, turned his head to Zhuge Yihui and said, "It seems that someone has added an extremely domineering prohibition to his consciousness, and once it involves the sensitive topic of the identity of the main messenger, it will automatically attack."

"Who the hell is so terrifying...... Zhuge Yihui gasped, but he couldn't think of any pen spirit that could do this.

Fei Lao made a decisive gesture, "But at least we know who the other traitor is. Zhuge Chun, this kid, usually only knows how to dress up, and doesn't do his job, but now he has become a nest rebel!"

Zhuge Yihui nodded, they had already known this information from Bai Cunxiao, and now they just confirmed it again. Bai Cunxiao heard Fei Lao say that Zhuge Chun was "easy to dress up", and his heart was happy, when he scared Zhuge Chun away, it was all by destroying his makeup - but that guy's strength is indeed quite strong, and the Zhuge family is really hiding the dragon and crouching tiger.

Old Man Fei sighed and returned the bloodstained towel to Tang Zhangwei: "Hurry up and check how many times the two of them have secretly acted in the past few months. I don't know how many people they have killed secretly from our Zhuge family, and how many pen spirits they have collected with this kind of dirty method that hurts the heavens and harmony!"

"Understood."

"The most important thing is to find out who is behind it."

The four of them walked out of the basement, and Fei Lao and Zhuge Yihui kept talking in a low voice in front, thinking that they were discussing the details of how to capture Zhuge Chun. Bai Cunxiao and Tang Zhangwei walked behind, and when they walked through a ninety-degree turn, Tang Zhangwei suddenly pulled the corner of Bai Cunxiao's clothes and asked him to slow down a few steps. When Fei Lao and Zhuge Yihui in front turned the corner, she suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "You saw Teacher Fang killed with your own eyes, right?"

"yes, yes."

"In addition to Ou Zilong, Zhuge Chun also has a share, right?"

Bai Cunxiao scratched his head: "If legally speaking, he can be regarded as an accomplice."

"Thanks, I see." Tang Zhangwei whispered, and then pursed his lips, unable to see anything from her expression.

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