[The book continues from the above, the last book said that in the early morning of the next day, when Mu Qingming, who was a little depressed, went to work, he met Zhao Liang and was about to invite him to Qipan Mountain. But Mu Qing didn't go, and after explaining the reason to Zhao Liang, he took his own responsibility. And Wang Xiaocui also rushed to Shala Alley at this time, holding a chilling package, and stood in front of the small courtyard of the Mu family. He raised his blood-soaked hand and knocked on the door of the Mu family's courtyard. After Miaoyu opened the door, the exhausted Wang Xiaocui fell in front of the small courtyard of the Mu family, bleeding continuously under the package in his arms. It alarmed all the dragon lockers in the courtyard, and they were all surprised and full of questions. Mu Qingming, who was worried about the jade dragon pile, would also make him feel the strangeness of the feng shui array in the city, and he was suddenly shocked. 】

The cold in Shala Lane is overwhelming. But after Wang Xiaocui arrived at the gate of the Mu family's courtyard, most of the cold gathered in front of the Mu family's courtyard.

The ice in the alley gradually faded, but the gathering in front of the small courtyard of the Mu family made the temperature in front of the small courtyard plummet, like an ice cave and a thirty-nine day.

The shocking red blood handprint, with a foul smell of blood, fell on the door of the Mu family's small courtyard. When she mentioned it, the thick blood on her fingertips was still erasing the long marks on the vermilion lacquer door, and every handprint seemed more gloomy.

Wang Xiaocui, who knocked on the door, seemed to have exhausted all her strength; In such a cold air, as her hands rose and fell, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, followed by panting.

Everyone in the courtyard smelled the blood, but did not open the door, and remained silent. Mo Han hurriedly asked Miao Tian to cast a concealment spell, and after hiding his body and breath, he jumped on the door, and another harrier turned over and landed in the alley like a shock, going to find out.

Miaotian, who had just landed, raised his eyes and saw Wang Xiaocui, who was standing in front of the courtyard gate, knocked on the door a few times, holding the door panel with his hand, and became angry. The blood-colored jade beads of broken threads oozed from under the tightly held package in her arms. After penetrating the wrapped cloth, it gathered into blood beads and slowly slid to the ground.

Click, click, click, in the slow sound of blood droplets, the moment the plump and round blood droplets hit the ground, they turned into a gorgeous flower, and they looked even more red in the morning sun.

Miao Tian jumped on tiptoe, crossed his hands across his chest as he crossed an arc in mid-air, and pinched out a trick. Then he penetrated the invisible barrier that shrouded the small courtyard, landed in the courtyard, and stood in front of Mo Han with a puzzled face.

"It's a woman, she seems to be injured, and her hands are full of blood." As soon as Miaotian landed, he immediately whispered to Mo Han. And Mo Han, who has a keen sense of smell, also smelled a trace of the familiar aroma of incense powder from the bloody and cold outside the door at this time.

That was the rich fragrance she smelled on Wang Xiaocui's body yesterday.

"Open the door and save people!" Mo Han, who was kind enough to think about it when he heard that he was injured, temporarily put all his contempt for Wang Xiaocui behind him. Driven by good thoughts, Mo Han is now thinking only about saving people.

Mu Qingming is no more, she is the owner of this small courtyard. Her words were orders, and the people in the courtyard didn't dare to disobey or ask more, and while they hurried to open the door, Miaoyu had already gone to the pharmacy, ready to dispense medicine and start saving people.

As soon as the door opened, a thick stream of blood suddenly rode the morning breeze towards the dragon lockers who stood behind the door, and rushed away.

They're all used to the peculiar smell of blood, and they don't care. But before holding on to the door panel, the weak Wang Xiaocui crossed the threshold and tried to squeeze out two words from between his teeth: "Help me." Then he fainted behind the door.

The dragon lockers were surprised for a while, and some were caught off guard. saw Wang Xiaocui's abdomen, and there was blood spilling out under the package.

Miaole had already squatted down beside her, turned Wang Xiaocui with her back to the sky gently, and then broke her hands and picked up the package in her arms.

Miaole handed the heavy package to Ah Hong beside him, and saw the clothes on Wang Xiaocui's abdomen, and opened a conspicuous opening.

Through the tears in their clothes, all the dragon lockers saw a wound more than a foot long, lying across Wang Xiaocui's white and smooth lower abdomen.

Blood kept trickling out of this wound. After Miaole hurriedly pulled her in, Miaotian also hurriedly closed the door.

Although there are few people in Shala Lane, you are not afraid of 10,000. If someone passes by and sees this injured person in front of the Mu family's courtyard, it will really be impossible to tell for a while.

And the mouth on Wang Xiaocui's belly is not long, but it is very deep. And it was very weird, the flesh around the wound was charred as if it had been burned by flames.

And in the wound, the flesh stained by blood has become purple-black.

A discerning person can see at a glance that this mouth is not made of ordinary swords.

After taking a closer look, Miao Le frowned, and only after he stopped talking did he shout in surprise: "This wound is made by the Soul Burning Blade of our Dragon Locker!" ”。

After that, Miao Le, who wrung out a pimple on his brows, and the look of surprise on his face increased instead of decreasing. The other dragon lock people, except for Ah Hong, who is not experienced and is a novice, also had a surprised look on their faces.

The dragon locking people who had a little experience and experience, without Miao Le opening their mouths, also saw that the wound was indeed made by the soul burning blade of the dragon lockers.

It was a ghost-slaying weapon of the dragon locker, made of the night sun silver that was full of yang energy in the land of pure yang. No one has the same specifications; The crescent-like Soul Burning Blade is about 1 foot 2 inches long, and it is used for handshakes, and its rod is round, and there is another crescent-shaped gauntlet blade at the handshake.

The blade of the many evil talismans of the dragon lock is blessed, and the whole body is shining with silver and dazzling.

On weekdays, the knife is stored in a special dragon skin scabbard, which can make the yang energy on the knife body gather and not disperse, and will not let the yang energy dissipate due to age.

Because the pure yang qi on the knife body is extremely abundant, the night yang silver that makes this knife can automatically absorb the pure yang qi between heaven and earth. So no matter what kind of powerful ghost it is, it will definitely be wiped out after encountering this knife out of the sheath.

Just because the yang energy in it is too strong, it can not only punish ghosts. Even on the wounds of the living creatures that have been cut by this knife, there must be scorched and burning scars all around, just like the wound on Wang Xiaocui's abdomen at this time.

The people of the Suolong family in Kunming City, none of them are without morality, and they are not so bored as to attack an innocent woman who is powerless and defenseless.

In the end, which dragon lock person attacked Wang Xiaocui, Mo Han and theirs were confused and clueless.

"Don't be stunned!" Mo Han took the lead in relieving himself from his stunned thoughts, and said to the surrounding dragon locks: "Save people first; I'll talk about the wound later. ”.......

On the jade dragon pile, there is a breeze with the fragrance of lotus leaves in the green lake blowing through the hills, bringing a burst of refreshment.

Mu Qingming, who was sitting in the Qi family's warehouse, took the bill of goods handed by Xiao Heizi with a heavy heart, waved his hand and let the black man go about his own affairs, then raised the list and looked at it casually.

His mind at this moment is not on these manifests at all. All I was thinking about was what Boss Qian said, as well as the scars on Boss Qian's body that were beaten by the dragon locker's demon rope.

Today, the rules of the dragon lockers are very perfect. Among them are strict rules that prohibit clansmen and disciples from studying and practicing evil arts. But why a few years ago, a dragon lock man quietly descended on Qipan Mountain and forced Boss Shi Lingqian to hand over the gold?

There are all kinds of signs that there must be a traitor in the Mu family.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingming's brows couldn't help frowning.

"Young Master Mu, what's wrong with you?" After turning back, Heizi, who walked into the main hall with tea, put the blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand on the square table in Mu Qingming's hand, and asked curiously: "Are you still sad?" ”。

Mu Qingming came to his senses when he heard this, and slowly shook his head as he stretched his brows: "It's nothing." The shopkeeper Wu on Dongsi Street, who asked us to transport the fabrics and silk threads that were bought and sold in Tibetan areas, should also be sent to us, and we should send someone to urge them. ”。

Two or three sentences diverted the topic, and also dispelled the curiosity that had just arisen in Xiao Heizi's heart.

After saying that, Mu Qingming, who was stunned, handed the bill of goods in his hand to Xiao Heizi again, and said: "Our other mule team, the bear bile and deer antler musk that were transported back from Laos, Myanmar and other places, have to be sent to the shopkeeper Li of Fulin Hall today, these are the high-quality medicinal materials that their family wants." ”。

"Remember to collect the money and come back." After the sunspot nodded and left, Mu Qingming looked at his departing back and said loudly.

"Got it." Kuroko hurriedly replied and walked forward quickly.

Mu Qingming lifted the teacup, blew the hot air rising from it, and took a sip of the fragrant tea in the cup.

A slight hint of bitterness echoed on the tip of his tongue, and the tea brought a burst of sweetness after it entered his throat. Mu Qingming also settled down for the time being, and put aside all the things that he had been thinking about before and had no results.

The unique intoxicating aroma of Pu'er tea is that after the heat rises in the tea cup, it winds around the beams and pillars in the main house.

Through the carved windows and open doors, the warm sunlight shines into the house, accompanied by the breeze blowing in the green lake below the mountain, but also brings comfort.

After Mu Qingming emptied his head, he also fell into a temporary comfort.

Several of the mule teams of the Qi family horse gang were about to leave and go to Tibet and Southeast Asia. The short hectic time before the trip is almost over. Mu Qingming can also take this opportunity to take a good look at the mysterious woman who came out of the mouth of the thousand bosses.

He always had a hunch that there were people in his family who had a close relationship with the Immortal Dao. Or in private, there are some shady deeds and transactions in the secret.

The dragon locker is not white jade and flawless; They have strange skills, but they are also human beings, and if they are human beings, it is inevitable that there will be selfish desires that people will not destroy for themselves. For thousands of years, there have been not a few dragon lockers who have betrayed.

It is not surprising that there is a traitor, but who the traitor is is enough for Mu Qing to worry about.

Mu Qingming, who had only been comfortable for a while, drank the last sip of tea in the teacup, put the teacup on the square table, and was about to stand up.

Suddenly, Mu Qingming suddenly felt a cramping pain in his chest. The colic was intense, as if his heart and lungs were suddenly torn under the colic, and even his ribs were in pain, making his face pale in an instant and beads of sweat on his forehead.

Mu Qingming, who was sitting in the chair, also felt difficult to breathe at this time.

These strange feelings came suddenly, which caught Mu Qingming off guard. But he is a dragon locker, and it can't be that he has the disease of ordinary people. And now he is temporarily integrated with the feng shui array in the city, and there is only one reason for this sudden discomfort and colic-that is that someone is in the feng shui array in the city, ingesting the aura of the city.

It was precisely because Mu Qingming was temporarily integrated with the big array, and the aura in the big array was suddenly ingested, that he was depressed for a while, and a feeling of suffocation followed.

Who stabbed Wang Xiaocui? And who is ingesting Reiki? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.