Standing in front of the window, the clouds outside were very thick, there was no starlight, and when the wind blew, the hair was blowing on the shoulders, bringing a trace of purple light, like a poisonous snake swallowing the snake hyacinth. Burn? Wen?? ???． ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ`ｎｅt

Not long after, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and a knock on the door sounded.

"Come in 。。。。。。" Zao Wou-Ki turned his face sideways to look out of the door, and the middle-aged scribe covered in cold sweat met Zao Wou-Ki's cold eyes, opened his mouth several times and wanted to make a sound, but no sound came out.

Zao Wou-Ki had his back on his back, half of his body was in the light, and half of his body was hidden in the darkness, indescribably weird.

"What time is it?"

The middle-aged scribe hurriedly breathed and held it, his heart seemed to stop beating for a moment, and said with difficulty: "Tell the lord of the mansion, it's time to pass." ”

"None of the heavy evil and the others have returned, and there has been no news from Qu Li's side for two hours." The scribe swallowed and spit, knelt on one knee, tried his best to control his tone, and replied without subjectivity: "On the soul control plate, the life lights of the thirty-three dead soldiers have all been extinguished. ”

After saying this, the middle-aged scribe felt that he had exhausted all his strength, and he didn't dare to say a word more, and his breathing voice was suppressed to the point of almost being weak and unheard.

Half a day.

"Where did the last news come from?" Zao Wou-Ki's voice was so old that he couldn't hear any emotion.

"It was sent by the chief two hours ago, the location is in a barren forest area, and the subordinates have arranged for someone to investigate and search." The middle-aged scribe hurried to show his abilities and worth.

In the study, the burning lights suddenly went out, and the cold wind blowing in from the lime-colored window seemed to carry the bloody wind.

An old man who was about to die suddenly appeared in the shadow by the door, his eyes slightly drooping like rotten wood were raised, like a sleeping lion opening its eyes, and in the turbid light was a gratuitous palpitating overbearing.

The middle-aged scribe's heart twitched and contracted, and he felt that his whole person was being targeted by a ferocious demon beast, and every cell in his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Meet the ancients."

Ancient, one of the three old monsters who don't know their age in the Zhao Mansion, has always lived in a simple place, not to mention outsiders, it is a person in the mansion, and there are very few people who know these three people.

The middle-aged scribe also happened by chance, and accidentally bumped into an ancient one in a hidden pool in the backyard.

The scene at that time is still fresh in his memory

The red pool was bubbling with "bubbling" bubbles, and an old man with a disheveled hair and a kind smile on his face was staring at him.

If it weren't for the crimson color hanging on the corner of the other party's mouth, the other party happened to be holding a bloody man's arm in his hand。。。。。 He would definitely go up to say hello with a pleasant face.

In fact, at that moment, the middle-aged scribe felt that he was in a bloody hell, and his mind was full of strange and murderous portraits, until...

The next morning, he came to his senses as if he had been in the middle of the world, and if it weren't for the few pieces of human hand bones on the ground that had been hastily buried in the earth, he would have almost thought he was sleepwalking.

Later, he ran to ask the lord of Zao Wou-Ki's mansion, but the other party just asked him to bury this matter in his heart forever, and he was not allowed to say it to anyone.

And the answer he got was just a simple sigh, and a simpler introduction to an old man who was a little eccentric.

Of course, there is a more direct mark in the heart of the middle-aged scribe: "An old madman who eats people," and again, he only dared to think about this sentence in his heart.

"Guy with fine skin and tender meat."

The old and dry voice made people's hairs rise all over their bodies, and a thick chill appeared from their hearts.

Fortunately, in the next second, the old gaze moved away from him, and he clearly heard a sigh of regret, like the meat was good, but the way it was cooked was unsatisfactory, ruining the feeling of a hearty meal.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe suddenly understood in his mind that the reason why he was still alive that night was not because he was from the mansion so he escaped, but simply because his flesh was probably not suitable for the appetite of this old madman.

“。。。。。。。” The middle-aged scribe was afraid for a while, and the beads of sweat on his head were the size of beans in his eyes, and he didn't dare to blink at all.

"Go get done!"

Zao Wou-Ki waved his hand, and the cold voice fell on the ears of the middle-aged scribe, and he hurriedly got up, half-bowed and hurriedly withdrew, never daring to look at the ancient one again.

He was afraid that the ancient change of mind would come up in the next moment and eat him alive, and with his understanding of Zao Wou-ki, this mansion master would not save him.

The fact that a man-eating madman was kept in the house and could walk freely, but few people knew about it, said a lot in itself.

It's scary to think about it!!

Soaked all over, as if fished out of ice water, he exited the study in embarrassment, the middle-aged scribe's face turned pale, and Zao Wou-Ki finally looked at his eyes, and he interpreted it very clearly.

The calmer the mansion lord's face and the more indifferent his tone became, the more it showed that the anger and irritability in his heart were approaching its peak.

"The two guys, Heavy Evil and Qu Li, I'm afraid something went wrong, and now is an important moment to remedy, so the mansion master forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, but this also means that I must not make any mistakes, otherwise I will 。。。。。。" The middle-aged scribe took a deep breath, as if he had just come back to his senses, and his whole body trembled: "Otherwise, I may really be chopped up and eaten by that old madman." ”

"We must find the whereabouts of His Highness Snow Phoenix as soon as possible!!" A sinister look flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged scribe: "Someone is coming." ”

The words fell, and several black-clad guards walked out of the darkness.

"At all costs, even if you turn the ground upside down, you must immediately find the whereabouts of His Highness Snow Phoenix for me."

"Whoa!"

"Also, keep an eye on Yan Qi, before the mansion lord allows, he will never be allowed to leave the Zhao Mansion for a single step, if anything goes wrong, you will come to see him."

One by one, the figures disappeared immediately, and today's night was bound to be the longest night for the Zhao Mansion.

"People who read a lot of books are less courageous, and the flesh on their bodies is even more sour, which is difficult to swallow."

The ancient fingers like withered branches stroked the silver hair, pursed his lips and sneered a few times, under the light, the old man's face was like a man-eating ghost, and his eyes were bloodthirsty and fierce, "That girl from Xuehuang has not been found yet, it seems that this time the mansion master has encountered a tricky enemy。。。。。 (To be continued.) )