In autumn, Qicheng is particularly lively, not only when the tribes from all over the country come to pay tribute to the Wu Dynasty, but also those powerful tribes who are rich and close to Qicheng have shipped local specialties to Qicheng in an attempt to sell them for a good price.

The Qi Dynasty was rich in land and resources, and the clans and tribes were scattered, and it was impossible for the tributary teams to set off and arrive at the same time.

So as soon as the weather cools, the leaves begin to turn yellow, and there will be a long queue at the square gate of Qicheng every day.

These tribal tributes were carefully selected warriors of their own tribe, after all, apart from the tribal competition to see whose tribute was more and rarer, this symbol of force could not be left behind.

Delicate armor, sharp swords, and ferocious beasts in the crotch are all standard for those powerful tribes.

In terms of strength, some of the big tribes that settled in other places were not even worse than the four great witch families of the Qi Dynasty, but the history of the four great witches was relatively long.

Xingfeng, Xiangyu, Dayu, Zhuma, it can be seen from the name that they were once the heroes of the human race thousands of years ago, and these are all surnames given by the second generation of witch kings himself.

But the people of the Qi Dynasty who live in the wilderness, where do they care about the history of your clan, they will only look at the present, and their strength is respected.

Therefore, whenever some powerful tribes came to Qicheng, they always looked at the top, and the guards at the city gate did not dare to harass them more.

In their eyes, Lao Tzu only respects the witch king, only the witch hall, and the four great witches are a fart, and they have the ability to come and try it.

And the weaker ones also have the weaker ones, to see which warrior has more precious animal skins, and whose iron sword can do it for everyone.

Although the Qi Dynasty is barbaric, the Tao in this is not simple.

On the city wall at the east gate of Qicheng, the soldiers on duty did not squint, trying their best to suggest that they should not pay attention to the two figures next to them.

The sun was setting in the west, and in the dim sun, an old man and a young man were sitting on the city wall, their feet hanging out, each holding a chicken leg in their hands.

The old hall master finally took out the shredded meat stuck between his teeth, threw the clean chicken bones off the city wall, glanced at the young man beside him, and grinned widely.

"What's the matter, doll, I've been interested in coming out lately, and I can't even look down on chicken legs?

Zhuo took a breath, wrapped the tasteless chicken thighs in oiled paper, and watched the sunset that was about to set without squinting.

"You know about my teacher, right?"

"Well, I know. The old hall master nodded, shaking his legs while plucking his ears, "All the witches of the Qi Dynasty know about Feng, and even those barbarians in the south have heard of it. ”

"But why did they arrest my teacher, although he seemed very unserious, I could feel that he was a good man. ”

The old hall master was stunned for a moment, and laughed disdainfully: "Good man, doll, how can there be any good person in the witch hall, his goodness is just that you think it is good." ”

"That'...... Then he won't betray the Witch Palace, he is very proud of his identity, there must be some misunderstanding about this, senior, do you know what the teacher did he?"

The old hall master looked at the young man's innocent eyes with hatred, raised his hand and stretched his waist, and said lazily:

"I don't know, but people will change, such as the following people who enter the city to pay tribute, if one day the Qi Dynasty is overthrown, if the Wu Temple doesn't care, they will be the first to raise the sword, do you believe it or not?"

"If you don't believe it, the Blackfish Department won't be like this. Zhuo shook his head.

"You doll. The old hall master patted him on the back of the head, "Can the Blackfish Department pick out a total of three thousand warriors with iron swords and iron swords?"

Yes, if the Blackfish Department could also have those strong warriors with swords in their hands, maybe they wouldn't be wiped out by the Zhuma family.

It seemed that the old hall master's words were a little heavy, Zhuo pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, ignored him, turned over and collapsed the city wall, and ran towards the city without looking back.

Looking at Zhuo's back that quickly disappeared, the old hall master sighed unprecedentedly, how could he not boast that he knew Feng very well.

At the beginning, Feng was introduced to the Wu Hall by Lu Shu, and he was personally brought by himself, although he didn't say it explicitly, but he was half a teacher.

But what was written in the second half of the second generation of Witch King's animal skin scroll? So much so that Kaede didn't even trust himself, and fled with half a scroll of animal skin.

In fact, he didn't believe that Feng would betray the Wu Temple and betray his identity as a witch, but the facts were in front of him, and there was no way to explain it.

The old hall master sat alone on the city wall for a long time, until the sun completely set, and then got up and returned to the witch hall.

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In the secret room, the old hall master walked into the giant laurel tree with his hands behind his back, and there was a green voice behind him.

"Going to steal chickens and dogs with that doll again?"

"When people are old, it's not like the time when young lads are here, and their brains get moldy and go out in the sun. ”

"It's been four months, and there's still no news from Kaede?"

"You're in charge of the Witch Palace's intelligence, you ask me?" the old hall master pointed to his nose.

"You are the most powerful witch in the world, don't ask who you ask? If Feng's turtle son finds a mountain to hide, can I still turn over the entire land of the Qi Dynasty?"

Looking at the old hall master who didn't say a word, Lu Shu stepped forward and continued: "If you really don't want to look for him, just think about the corpse of this second-generation witch king, and what is the use of the wine flowing out of that corpse." ”

"Duanna, the doll came over and asked again?"

"Can you not care about the corpse of his ancestor?"

"I think something is wrong lately, you tell the people in the palace to be more careful, I always feel that there is something I don't know. ”

"It's ~ Lord of the Hall~" Lu Shu bowed and deliberately lengthened his voice.

"By the way, I've been staying here to continue working on this strange thing recently, and I'll leave it to you. ”

"Then I'm really busy, while paying attention to the witch king, I also have to take the child, that child is not simple, it has only been three months since he noticed the aura, although he has not learned witchcraft and witch spells, but the magic power has reached the level of a third-level witch, maybe even he himself doesn't know what this speed means, right?"

The old hall lord bowed: "Even more genius than Feng." ”

"I hope it's not like Kaede, so it's okay not to make people worry. As he spoke, Lu Shu's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.

After Lu Shu left, the old hall master still looked at the canopy of the laurel tree in silence and did not move.

He didn't tell anyone about the words on the second generation of the Witch King's beast skin scroll, even Lu Shu, who was in charge of the intelligence of the Witch Palace.

And he never believed that the current witch king would really have no reservations about the witch hall, this family has not had a worry-free lord since ancient times, what is recorded in the classics, his grandfather is like this, and his father is the same.

After thinking about it, the old hall master clapped his palms: "Come out." ”

As soon as the voice fell, accompanied by the sound of the mechanism, a secret door opened on the side wall of the secret room.

At first, a group of slaves came out, then there were witches from level 1 to level 2 to level 4.

When everyone was on their feet, the old hall master glanced at the slaves as if he were looking at a pile of wood, and then turned and walked towards the witches.

"According to previous experience, none of them survived, and they did not die peacefully at all. The old hall master said with a rare solemnity.

"For the Witch Palace!

"For the Witch Palace!

A deep and powerful voice echoed in the secret room, and the old hall master nodded: "Your family is taken care of by the Wu Palace, and your clan is exempt from ten years of tribute, as I said." ”

"Thank you, Lord Palace!"

All the witches spoke in unison, walked to the stone platform in front of them with determination in their eyes, and pointed their fingers at the inexplicable liquor in the depression of the stone platform.

They first forcibly dripped the liquor from their fingers into the mouths of the slaves, and then put their fingers into their own mouths.

The whole secret room then began to fill with the rich aroma of wine, just like when the old hall master tried it.

But the next situation shocked the old hall master, and the first to react were those witches.

As guessed, their skin bulged out one after another, and strange tentacles pierced through the skin, wriggling wantonly.

The witches finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground with their heads in their hands, groaning in pain, and finally most of them lost their lives.

Only a few fourth-level witches held out for a long time, and the tentacles wrapped around their bodies, but in the end, they did not escape the fate of death.

On the other hand, the slaves became more vigorous one by one, and several of the old men looked noticeably younger, each with a hint of blush on their faces.

The old hall master narrowed his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, someone came in and took care of the slaves, leaving only the body of the witch.

"Do you need to use witchcraft as nourishment, but it's good for ordinary people?"

He tapped on the witch's skin, and it looked like a worn-out piece of leather.

"Wu Zu, what do you mean?"

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......

"Come on, come on, come here, come here~"

"Come on, come here, come here~"

In front of the door of the secret room, a witch had hazy eyes, and a heart-warming call echoed in his ears, what a beautiful voice that made every part of his body feel bursts of joy.

A few simple words formed a special rhythm, vibrating the magic power of his whole body, vibrating his soul, making him lose himself, and he couldn't help but walk towards the secret room.

His eyes were full of flowing colors, and he seemed to have the feeling of a ninth-level witch who was only a fifth-level witch, waving his hand to break the sky, and raising his finger to split the river.

The sound of the mechanism writhing was heard far and wide along the empty passageway, and the door of the chamber was opened, and a strong smell of wine came to the face.

The only vestiges of reason in the witch's eyes were swallowed up in an instant, and only fanatical desires remained, which were the instincts of animal nature.

"Wine, wine, I'm going to drink......"

He muttered indistinctly, knotted under his feet, and staggered towards the giant laurel tree.

The liquor in the depression in the stone platform has regained its former capacity, and the old hall master has not yet figured out how the corpse of the second generation of the Witch King produced this strange liquor.

The white osmanthus is windless and automatic, and in a mass of tentacles at the root, under the iron blue skin of the second generation of witch kings, the dark green veins are clearly visible.

"Phew!"

At this moment, a roar came, and the figure of the old hall master appeared at the door of the secret room, raising his hand, and a black light broke the legs of the unsung witch.

With a pop, Wu fell to his knees, but he was still struggling and obsessively grasping the ground with both hands, crawling forward.

But soon after, before he could climb in front of the laurel tree, his whole body turned into a puddle of minced flesh mixed with flesh and plant roots.

The old hall master gasped and walked over, his already wrinkled forehead even more frowned.

"Has even the smell of wine begun to tempt witches?"

After staring for a long time, the old hall master waved his hand and took the minced meat out of the secret room, and personally set up a witch array outside the secret room, telling everyone not to approach here.

For a period of time, the old hall master was still studying the effect of the wine, and he found that the growth of those tentacles was fed by magical power, and it must be the magical power in the witch's body.

This means that if he wants to get close to the truth, he must use a high-ranking witch to dedicate himself, even a great witch.

Just when the old hall lord was exploring the truth of the wine step by step, there were still tribal teams in Qicheng who kept coming to send this year's tribute to the witch king.

At dusk, Zhuo was wearing a black robe and sitting alone on the city wall, where he could look far away, and he always looked forward to the fact that maybe one day, the figure of the teacher would appear at the end of his sight.

But after waiting day after day, after all, nothing was found, the sky darkened, Zhuo shook his head, and returned to the witch hall in silence again.

Zhuo, who had just walked into his room, took off his black robe and was ready to wash himself before going to bed.

But at this moment, his nose sniffed lightly, and it seemed that he smelled a faint aroma of wine.

This aroma of wine is a little familiar, and I remembered that it was smelled when the black horse of the Witch Palace entered the city that day, how could it come here?

The naïve and fearless Zhuo put on his shoes, pushed open the stone door, and began to walk around the passage with the smell of wine.

I don't know how long I walked around and around, Zhuo felt very sleepy, and his eyelids had already begun to fight, but his legs kept calling.

There seemed to be a voice calling to him next to his ear, and that voice was very intimate, like Eminem's shout when he was a child telling him to go home for dinner.

In this way, Zhuo, whose eyes were foggy, walked to a corner, which was a dead end, and Zhuo slapped his hands against the wall, like a puppy that smelled food.

Suddenly, the wall lit up with a light, and Zhuo's feet slipped and he walked in.

There is still a passage inside, Zhuo's mind is becoming more and more confused, and a fifth-level witch can't resist the aroma of wine, and he is naturally deeply immersed in it.

Slowly, Zhuo inexplicably passed through the obstructions of the witch array and came to the door of the secret room, and at this time, the old hall master was exchanging information with Lu Shu in the Cui Building.

The stone door of the secret room also lit up, and with the smell of wine, one of Zhuo's hands had already reached in.

Suddenly, in the mass of roots under the giant laurel tree in the secret room, the closed eyes of the corpse of the second generation of the Witch King opened violently, and an iron-blue light shot out of the eyes.

Like the sound of metal rubbing, the head of the second-generation witch king slowly looked at the door of the secret room, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the green building, the old hall master was suddenly stunned: "It's not good! ”

Then the short figure ignored the confused green sparse and slowly disappeared.

At the door of the secret room, Zhuo Ye, whose eyes were foggy, suddenly woke up, looked at the things around him at a loss, and then turned around and ran back to the ground along the passage.

Under the laurel tree, the head of the corpse of the second generation of witch kings returned to its place, and its eyes were closed again.