"Kaede, just go ahead, try to make as little movement as possible, if there is news of the corpse of the second generation of the Witch King, bring it back to the Witch Hall first. ”

"Hall Master, I've just come from ......"

"Just came back from the east, isn't this right, you know the road well...... Oops, Lu Shu told me two days ago that there was ...... in the green building."

"I promise to live up to the palace master's entrustment!"

Seeing Feng walk out with a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, in the shadow of the main hall, a short old man in tattered linen clothes plucked out his ears and walked to the bright place.

How short is it? Probably two heads shorter than Zhuo, a fifteen-year-old boy, if he meets a black dragon in the street, the hooves of the galloping horses will be able to step on the top of his head.

In addition to being small, this old man was dirty, his face was covered with dust, and his gray beard was sticky to wisps.

The sackcloth on her body was gray, but it was not difficult to see that it should have been ...... It should be white, with holes everywhere that are not patched.

Throw a bowl and put it on the street, it is a proper homeless beggar, the kind of goods that the children of the witch family don't know how much to play in a day.

But such an old man, no one in this witch temple looked down on him, or no one dared to look at him.

Because he is the hall master of the Witch Palace, there is no one of the most powerful witches in the world, after three generations of witch kings, the person with the most eccentric temper in the Witch Palace.

Let's not talk about whether he is in a good mood or not, will he turn you into a wisp of green smoke just because you look at it, just say that he is in this way, there is no difference between the dignified witch hall master and a beggar, and no one under his hand dares to look at it more.

After Kaede left, the door of the main hall slammed shut, and the hall master came to the throne that symbolized his identity, leaned in, and sat on the black jade stone steps.

With the strength of his thin calves, he threw out the straw sandals on his feet, and while clasping his toes, he looked up in his mind for information that he hadn't remembered for a long time.

"A tribe that explores the unknown lands of the East...... Seems to be like that......"

After thinking about it carefully for a while, the hall master shook his head, confirming that he was not mistaken.

As the first hall master of the witch hall, the second generation of witch kings did not enter the burial as a witch after his death, but carried him into the ancestral tomb of the Qi Dynasty as a king.

But now he said that his body was taken away by the tribe who explored the unknown land seven hundred years ago, according to his own will.

If it's fake, why did the current Witch King say that?

If it is true, why did the second generation of the Witch King do this, and he didn't even know half of the Witch Palace?

After thinking about it, the hall master condensed the appearance of the current witch king in his mind, he stood up and put on his shoes, and took a sip hatefully:

"Doll, it's time to hit Lao Tzu with dumb riddles...... Forget it, let's go to Cuilou first......"

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Feng, who knew that the hall master was in Qicheng, of course didn't dare to go to Cuilou again, otherwise it would be embarrassing if they met.

Time waits for no one, and he has to set off for the small barbarian tribe in the east, this time it was the witch palace who made a move, and the palace chose to watch from the sidelines.

It is about the corpse of the second generation of witch kings, if the palace participates, it is easy to startle the southern barbarians, and there are also witches among the barbarians, but the strength is not comparable to the Qi Dynasty.

The barbarian witches do not need to be recognized through the witch hall, nor are they under the jurisdiction of the witch hall, but most of them still yearn for the witch hall, after all, seven hundred years ago, all the witches followed the side of the second generation of witch kings.

Opening the east gate of the city, Zhuo turned his head to look at the root of the city wall, more than half a month ago, he was separated from his clan here, and followed the teacher into the witch hall, and now, he is separated from the teacher here.

The sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground pulled Zhuo back, and when he turned his head, he heard the teacher sitting on the back of the black dragon say: "It's not a big deal, but the road is relatively far, and it takes about two months to go back and forth, don't forget to sweep the ground in the temple, and continue to send things outside the city." ”

"Yes, teacher. ”

Agreeing on his lips, Zhuo rolled his eyes in his heart, it's okay to just run errands, sweep the floor? He only learned yesterday that the black jade aura of the witch hall is compelling, and the witch spell on the wall will keep the hall clean every day, where to use it to sweep, it is obvious that the teacher did it on purpose.

"Hmm......" Feng nodded, his tone was rarely gentle, "There is a black robe in your room, which is woven according to your figure, from today onwards, you will be a witch, and this is for you, you can walk around Qicheng if you have nothing to do, as a witch, don't always look like you haven't seen the world, shame." ”

As he spoke, Kaede took out two pieces of broken gold from his cuffs and threw them out.

"Thank you, teacher!" Zhuo excitedly took the broken gold and hurriedly lowered his head, but when he raised his head, the Black Dragon Horse team had already run far away, and he couldn't see the teacher's figure.

The teacher left, Zhuo stood at the gate of the city for a while, and suddenly felt a little lonely, although he knew that the teacher would be back in two months, but there was still a feeling that all the familiar people had left him.

Looking at the sunset that was about to set, Zhuo carefully took the broken gold into his arms and ran towards the city.

His body was already very good, and he ran fast because of half a month of training, but after half an hour he decided to stop and rest.

At this time, the darkness had darkened, and at his speed, he was afraid that he would not be able to return to the witch hall until late at night.

But just when he stopped at an alley entrance, his back was suddenly slammed, and he didn't come up in one breath, and almost went straight over, but his knee-jerk reaction was to cover the broken gold on his chest to prevent it from being stolen.

And behind him, the black shadow that hit him was even worse, and it was directly bounced back by him, and hit the wall of the alley again, and immediately there was a loud scream.

"Ah...... My waist, the old man's waist, lose money! Little doll, you have to lose money! Oh my waist. ”

Patting his chest and breathing a sigh of relief, Zhuo turned around and saw a short old man lying in the corner, who looked like a beggar, well, a rogue beggar.

"Hey, you hit me, why should I lose money!"

"I don't care, you hit the old man, lose money!"

Zhuo pursed his lips, and suddenly remembered what the teacher taught him on weekdays: "Qicheng is very big, and there are many scoundrels in my mother, but as a witch in the witch palace, you don't need to look at anyone's face, and if you encounter someone who doesn't have long eyes, you will be beaten until you are killed." ”

Taking a breath, Zhuo narrowed his eyes, clenched his hands into two fists, and walked towards the old man in the corner step by step.

The old man seemed to sense something, stopped shouting, and stepped back a little.

However, only halfway through, Zhuo stopped, closed his eyes and struggled for a while, then turned around and ran out without looking back.

Only the old man in the alley stood up, looked at Zhuo who ran out with a smile, and said to himself: "What does this doll look like a witch? Fortunately, it is still young, and it can be changed in the future, so I should go to Cuilou." ”

The old man's smiling words didn't spread far, but the word Cui Lou said it very charmingly, I don't know if it was intentional or what, the wind passed into the ears of Zhuo, who ran out not far away.

The young man froze in place, thinking to himself, Cuilou? Isn't that the important place of the Witch Palace? How could a scoundrel beggar know? No!

Then Zhuo ran back and asked why the old man knew about Cui Lou.

The old man showed a strange look, wondering if Feng had misunderstood something for him, a student, but since he had entered the Witch Palace, he was a witch of the Witch Hall in life and a ghost in the Witch Hall in death, so how could he not go to the Cuilou.

"It seems that I, the hall master, have to teach it myself. The old man thought secretly, but he said, "I want to know, follow me!"

After speaking, the old man slipped out of the alley in a blink of an eye, and his speed was a few points faster than Zhuo's, Zhuo could only turn around and ask about Cuilou.

Cuilou is actually far away from here, but the old man only used half a pillar of incense, which is still to take care of Zhuo behind him.

And Zhuo was inexplicable, and when he stopped, he couldn't remember where he had just passed.

At night, the green building is brightly lit, and the small half of the street is reflected red through the red curtains.

The old man turned to Zhuo and hooked his hand, led him into the alley next to the green building, and then poked two holes with his fingers in his shocked gaze.

"Doll, look, this is the Green Building. The old man grinned and pointed to two holes in the wall.

Zhuo hadn't reacted from the old man's ability to poke holes in the wall, and subconsciously moved his eyes to the hole.

In an instant, Zhuo's face turned into a red lantern, his mind went blank, and he even forgot to look away.

The old man nodded with a lewd smile: "Peeking is the best way to enjoy the green building, doll ......" The old man's voice suddenly became illusory "Doll, I heard that those witches in Xicheng like to raise strange beasts, do you want to taste what it tastes like, let's steal two tomorrow?"

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It's been a month since Kaede left, and the palace is still in a dull atmosphere, and the Witch King is still very interested in the corpses of his ancestors after all.

And Qicheng suddenly became lively, I don't know when it started, there were two more powerful thieves in Qicheng, and many large and small witches were snorted, but they couldn't even catch a figure.

The guards in charge of the city defense and the private soldiers of the Wu family walked the streets and alleys, but there was no news at all.

Later, some Wu family asked Wu Dian for help, hoping to help them capture the thief, but Wu Dian's answer was only one word: Get out!

And just as those Wu families were leaving the Wu Palace, a cloud of fireworks rose in an alley in Qicheng, and two figures, an old man and a young man, were eating the roasted leg of a snow deer.

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