Chapter 684: The Battle of the Covenant

The green smoke quickly spread against the ground, and gradually diffused to all the people watching the battle under the gusts of the northwest cold wind.

The first person to smell the green smoke was a young man who was too thin to squeeze in. When he smelled what he mistakenly thought was a hotel fire, the whole person stumbled.

Hurriedly covered his mouth and nose and squeezed desperately into the crowd in the direction of Qingyan, and at the same time shouted in a muffled voice: "It's a miasma, a green sand miasma! Run!"

Watching a hundred and ten subordinates slowly surround the salt ghost, this kid was so frightened that he didn't even dare to move, when he suddenly heard someone shouting about the green sand miasma. The three of them suddenly shrank their pupils, and they all said secretly: It's broken!

As soon as the thought came to mind, I saw that all the onlookers and people were crazy, crying and fleeing in the east and north directions. At the same time that the team surrounding the salt ghosts was scattered in an instant, the target in the middle who was about to be caught also blended into the crowd and disappeared in the blink of an eye!

"Damn it!"

The mayor's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and scolded angrily: "Salt ghost! ”

"Your Excellency. The chief officer of the security team sweated profusely and asked: "Subordinates, subordinates should evacuate the people first, so as not to have any stampede casualties." ”

After saying that, he didn't wait for the mayor to give him any response, and hurriedly bowed slightly and shouted and ran to his team.

Seeing this, the chief officer of the city defense army immediately bowed his head slightly and reminded: "Your Excellency, you are busy, and your subordinates will first bring your divine envoy to check your body." ”

The mayor, who was alone, took a deep breath of the cold, moist air. Left and right noticed that the miasma had slowly drifted closer, and immediately evacuated the square with the last of the crowd.

The salt ghost didn't catch it, and the divine envoy was still unconscious, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. And in the two largest hotels in town, there are even green sand miasma!

This poisonous miasma is unique to Qingfeng Valley, why did it suddenly appear in Jinshui Town?

Standing in the northeast corner of the street closest to the square, the mayor of the town looked at the miasma that was gradually drifting southwest. All the fantasies in his head are that after catching the salt ghost, how can he make his life worse than death!

And Ma Shuo had already returned to the hotel where they were staying at this time, and when he took out the key and didn't open the door, he heard Ailan's slightly choked sobs inside: "Xiao, Xiaobai, where have you been? You, don't want Ailan? ”

"Click!"

The moment the door lock came, Alan immediately stopped choking and turned his head to look. I saw Ma Shuo, who was carrying a bag of fragrant food, entered the house with a smile and closed the door and teased: "I seem to have heard someone's child crying just now." ”

"No, no!" Alan hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes: "Who, who is crying! ”

Ma Shuo couldn't help but smile when he heard this, put the food on the table and nodded: "Okay, it's my ear that I heard badly." Roast chicken with ale wine and honey, do you want to eat it?"

"Eat!" Alan "fluttered!" got up from the side of the bed, ran quickly to the table, opened the bag, tore off a chicken leg and put it in his mouth. But as soon as he put it in his mouth, he glanced at Ma Shuo: "Xiaobai, don't you eat?"

"I've eaten it. Ma Shuo smiled slightly, turned around and came to the side of the changeling, pulled over a stool and sat down, and replied, "I ate six, and I will bring you two." Is it enough? Not enough, I'll buy it again. ”

"Nope. ”

The amount of food eaten by Yiren is much larger than that of normal people, and he knows it from the time he went shopping with Ling Shuang twice. The amount of food for three or five men in an ordinary person can only be regarded as seventy percent full in Ling Shuang's opinion.

Although two roast chickens are a lot, they are obviously not enough for Ailan. But when she thought that Ma Shuo still had to leave, she hesitated for a moment and shook her head: "No, enough to eat, enough to eat." ”

Ma Shuo couldn't fully guess Alan's thoughts, but he could guess part of the reason from the girl's crying call just now.

Just in time for him to have nothing to do now, he simply smiled and nodded: "Okay, let's let the waiter send some fruit or something later, and whoever is hungry at night will not go out." ”

Hearing that Ma Shuo didn't need to go out anymore, Alan smiled as he ate roast chicken. After taking a big bite of a piece of chicken and chewing it, he sat down in his seat and savored the delicious taste of the roast chicken.

At this time, at the gate of the town council hall, the chief officer of the city defense army ordered his subordinates to lift the stretcher and carry the unconscious Matthew Wynne inside. He and the adjutant gritted their teeth and picked up the sledgehammer, staggered behind and walked briskly into the door.

The city defense army can be regarded as a regular army force, and they could never have imagined that this sledgehammer would be so heavy!

With their kind of middle- and low-level officers who have been trained all year round, they have to be carried by two people to barely hurry, but the other party can fight like an ordinary wooden gun and bamboo spear.

This gap is simply a world of difference.

At the same time as entering the meeting hall, the chief officer of the city defense army immediately gasped and ordered the guards next to him: "Hurry, go and ask for a medical officer for incurable diseases, you must ask for the best medical officer in the city as soon as possible." ”

The guards saw that the divine envoy was carried in unconscious, and at this time, they listened to the order of the chief officer from Hongchuan, and immediately stood up and saluted and ran desperately to the backyard lounge, and rushed out of the back door with a locomotive.

Matthew Wynne had now returned to his bedroom, and after a brief examination by the standing medical officer of the council hall, he found that there was nothing serious before proceeding out of the house.

Taking advantage of the fact that the chief officer of the city defense army had not yet arrived, Wynne, who was pretending to be unconscious, slowly opened his eyes, observed left and right and listened to the surrounding movements. Hearing the footsteps of the two approaching quickly outside the door, he closed his eyes again and pretended to be unconscious.

"Dangchang!"

The broken gold sledgehammer leaned against the corner of the wall behind the door, and heard the medical officer report softly: "My lord, God has made my lord's body fine, and I will be fine after a day or two of resting." ”

"Got it. In a moment, he will tell the servant to bring him some food and drink, and now let the divine envoy rest first. ”

After saying that, three footsteps left the room again, and Matthew Wynne opened his eyes again while locking the door with his backhand. He suddenly got up and reached for his pants pocket, and slowly pulled out a small paper ball from inside.

"Boom!" Matthew Wynne swallowed unconsciously, for the first time in years he felt fear.

Slowly unwrapping the paper ball and throwing away the stones wrapped inside, and after carefully reading what was written on the note, a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down from his forehead to the tip of his chin.

"Click!" dripped onto the bed, quickly wetting a fingernail-sized mark.

The battle between him and the Salt Devil was unusually swift, and it was declared over in a flash of light. The whole process didn't even take three seconds, and under the premise that the two of them didn't have physical contact at all, how did that stinky boy stuff the note into his pocket?

Could it be that he is really a ghost?

He looked at the note with a face full of disbelief again, and couldn't help but whisper in his mouth: "In the early hours of tonight, in the barren wood forest outside the East City, fight to the death!"