Chapter 491: Belly Killing

The dusty door was slammed open, and a stale smell came to the face......

The Ice Chill Spirit shuddered, he glanced at his subordinates around him, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Give me some energy today, look for me carefully, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must find that divine well for me." ”

Hundreds of subordinates are all cultivators with advanced spiritual power cultivation, including the nine masters under Zhao Wei in the past. These masters used to be brothers and sisters with Han Bing, but now, they are the killers of Han Bing's subordinates. No one complained, because there was no ice, and they might have been cleared by the envoys sent by Great Chu.

Now Han Bing has become a veritable ruler of the Great Zhao Empire, and that prince Zhao Wei has now been slowly snubbed by Han Bing. When one day this prince loses his usefulness, he will unload the ice and kill the donkey.

Prince Zhao Wei is not stupid, he sees the situation very thoroughly, so he secretly colludes with the Holy Demon Hall of the Great Yin Empire to deal with Han Bing.

This time I came to the abandoned palace in Zhao Jingcheng to look for the magical old well, Han Bing did not bring Zhao Wei here, these hundreds of subordinates with high spiritual power are all Han Bing's sworn friends.

In the courtyard, there was a soft and comfortable chair, and a large round Nanmu table was placed in front of Han Bing.

There are delicate pastries on the table and excellent wines. Two intimate old servants, waiting on the left and right of the ice.

Hundreds of subordinates with advanced spiritual cultivation were divided into thirty-six groups, and under the command of Chang Lejing, they searched for the magical old well in the abandoned palace.

Thirty-six waves of people are looking for this abandoned palace.

Time passed little by little, from morning to noon, but there was still no shadow of the old well.

Han Bing's face was gloomy, and he glared at Chang Lejing fiercely: "Have we been deceived?"

Changle bowed down and said, "That palace maid is timid and afraid, how can she have the courage to deceive the general?"

Han Bing nodded, and ordered: "You send someone to bring that woman to me quickly, if you can't find that old well, you and the woman will be guilty of the same crime!"

Changle bowed and retreated, and he sent two killers with high spiritual power cultivation to bring the timid palace maid to Han Bing.

Han Bing looked coldly at the trembling palace maid: "Think about it, where is the sacred well that your master said?"

The palace maid didn't dare to raise her head to face the cold ice, she lowered her head, and a pair of small hands were fiddling with the corners of her clothes: "I heard the master say that the sacred well is hidden in a very remote corner, and ordinary people can't find it at all, only ......"

Han Bing's eyes widened: "What's the only?

The palace maid said: "Only by using the blood from the neck of the elder and spilling it in the courtyard can that the sacred well appear!" she said, suddenly raised her head and looked straight at Chang Lejing's face.

Chang Lejing's eyes widened, and he roared angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? You stinky woman...... Are you going to harm Lao Tzu?" he said, and rushed towards the palace maid.

"Presumptuous!" Han Bing suddenly snapped up and glared at Chang Lejing fiercely.

Changle Jing knelt down with a "plop", tears raining down: "This woman wants to harm her subordinates...... I hope the general will see clearly!"

Han Bing didn't look at Chang Lejing, and looked at the little palace maid in front of him coldly: "Are you a communiqué personal vendetta?"

The little palace maid looked up in horror: "The slave maid doesn't dare, because the adult is born to kill, and only the blood of the person who is born to kill can summon the ...... of the divine well."

Chang Lejing turned his head and glared at the little palace maid fiercely.

The little palace maid didn't look at Chang Lejing, she still lowered her head, and her two little hands kept stroking the corners of her clothes.

"Belly kill?" Han Bing suddenly became interested: "What does belly kill mean?"

The little palace maid said softly: "The twelve stars in the abdomen, like a dagger, are called belly killing!"

Han Bing smiled: "How do you know that Changle Jing has twelve stars in his abdomen?"

The little palace maid's face was crimson, she lowered her head, and complained: "Last night, the adults ......" She didn't say anything later, but she knew that Han Bing would understand what she meant.

Han Bing laughed and said, "It's the first time I've heard of such a novel thing. As he spoke, he slowly paced in front of Chang Lejing: "Do you have twelve stars like daggers on your abdomen?"

Changle Jing smiled, and he slowly stood up: "This stinky woman is teasing the general, how can there be any stars in the villain's belly? If there is, the villain is willing to sacrifice his head!" He said and pulled down his pants suddenly: "General, please look at ......"

The smile on Chang Lejing's face suddenly froze, because on his abdomen, there was a very conspicuous string of star-shaped red moles, no more, no less, exactly twelve. These twelve red moles are cleverly formed in the shape of a dagger.

Cold ice sneered.

The little palace maid blushed and hurriedly twisted her head to the side.

Changle Jing was so stunned that he couldn't speak for a long time, he looked at his lower abdomen in a daze, he never dreamed that there was a string of red moles on his lower abdomen inexplicably.

What's going on?

Chang Lejing suddenly shook his senses, kowtowing like pounding garlic: "General, this woman wants to harm her subordinates, and the general is the master for me......"

Han Bing's face was gloomy, and he looked at Chang Lejing coldly: "What you just said, doesn't it count......"

Cold sweat trickled down Changle Jing's forehead, and he swore in front of Han Bing just now that if there were really twelve dagger-shaped red moles on his lower abdomen, he would be willing to sacrifice his head. Chang Lejing never dreamed that what was originally a stable thing would change hexagrams. His own body, how could he not know, but now, twelve red moles shaped like daggers really appeared on his lower abdomen. He knew that this must have something to do with the little palace maid in front of him. What kind of old man is this little woman who looks extremely weak? Why did she harm herself? Could it be that all this was a trap set by Zhao Wei in advance?

Chang Lejing suddenly roared and jumped up, and he pounced on the little palace maid like lightning: "Lao Tzu killed you......"

Changle Jing pinched the little palace maid's neck fiercely.

The little palace maid hissed in her throat, and her little face turned red......

The sword flashed, and blood splattered.

Chang Lejing covered his neck and stepped back step by step......

The little palace maid squatted on the ground and coughed violently.

Han Bing looked at Chang Lejing coldly: "This is the end of breaking his promise!" Han Bing slowly sat down: "Order, behead Changle Jing, all of them, and leave no one behind!"

Before Chang Lejing could breathe, he threw himself on the ground: "General, take my head, please ......" Chang Lejing's words were not finished, and with a flash of the sword, his head rolled out.

Han Bing stared at the short knife in his hand: "Why are you so troubled, you are dead, and you want his family to go in......"

The little palace maid had stopped coughing, and she stood to the side shivering.

Han Bing instructed his subordinates to sprinkle Chang Lejing's neck blood all over the courtyard.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood......

(End of chapter)