Yinhua brought Thousand Faces back to the inn.

I dissected the current situation and analyzed it with him.

Nothing was ready, and it was all over when those monster spokesmen found out.

Qianmian didn't know if he heard it or not, he didn't say a word, only nodded silently and obediently, and his eyes were a little dim.

Yinhua can't see him like this.

Especially after seeing his happy appearance, I can't see his lifeless appearance.

I wanted to wait for peace, wait until night, go directly into the palace to investigate, and then tie up the lord or heroine to force a confession.

But seeing him like this, Yinhua still compromised.

When he pulled people into the crowd near Central Street, looking at the fireworks and eyes that were contaminated with Qianmian's body, Yin Hua felt that everything seemed to be worth it.

They arrived late, and the central street was already overcrowded.

Everywhere there was a rush of people and the buzz of discussion.

Yin Hua took Qianmian to find a place where the group of people was not so concentrated and stood still, but he still felt dizzy and tinnitus.

glanced at the thousand faces around him, but he was full of interest.

At this time, someone next to him discussed that the convoy of the next lord of the country, Zhong Ling, had already left the palace and was heading towards Central Street.

The section of the road near the palace is blocked, and the closest place to see the chosen one is on this central street.

Yin Hua frowned.

According to the memory of the original owner, the palace gate is still far from the central street.

How long is this going to be tortured?

Yin Hua glanced at Qianmian and sent a message to him: "Every year, the lord of the country will take the heir chosen by the gods to the temple once, have you seen them?" ”

Thousands of faces didn't turn their heads, and the voice replied: "No, I rarely appear in front of people. ”

"The news that the lord receives and transmits does not pass through the temple, only when those things are given a task, the lord of the kingdom will send a message to me."

"I'm responsible for dispatching the Divine Envoy to complete the task, and if the Divine Envoy can't do it, I'll let the stand-in take action."

"The temple is only responsible for collecting the qi of faith and life, and the rest of the transformation and transmission are maintained by the lord of the country."

Yin Hua nodded.

In this way, the lord of the country knows a lot of things~

It's a pity that the original owner patronized the wind and snow, otherwise she would have been able to leave some useful information in her memory~

"In this way, the wind and rain in the United States are all caused by them at your behest."

"So you are their true patron saint."

Qianmian finally turned his head to look at Yin Hua.

"Yes."

Yin Hua's eyes flashed: "So, how many nails have you buried?" ”

"Many, all over the country." Thousand Faces' tone was a little low: "But it doesn't seem to be useful, I haven't even captured their shadows." ”

"Naturally, those supernatural powers you will not work."

Yin Hua muttered in a low voice: "Shadowless, formless, immortal, and ghostly things that make the top heroes of the big world retreat, it's strange that you can catch such a situation." ”

"What did you say?" Qianmian watched as Yin Hua's lips moved, but no sound came, and asked closer.

"Nothing." Yin Hua pointed to the crowd surging at the entrance of Central Avenue like boiling water.

"Here we are."

It's faster than Inhua expected.

That's because it's not a horse that pulls the cart, but a nine-colored deer that can only jump in the air.

Yin Hua looked at the four colorful deer, unconsciously clenched his fingers, and turned his head to look at Qianmian.

Sure enough, a touch of blood red floated under his eyes.

Those nine-colored divine deer used to be the things of the gods.

Yin Hua grabbed Qianmian's hand, held it tightly, and shook his head at his turned gaze.