Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Tongue Must Be Grabbed
Zhang Bai eavesdropped on the top, but he didn't want to hear such a conversation.
That's a lot of information!
First of all, they hunted down not themselves, but a "five-year-old child". Who is it? The only five-year-old child I know is Zhang Zhongling. What does it mean to hunt him down?
The second is that he heard the word "prince", this prince should be the appearance of the big boss of the entire organization. In fact, Zhang Bai has always been puzzled, why did this organization come to hunt him down?
If it was because of the death of the Night Angel, he would have been able to understand it, but since he found out that the master was going to kill him, he felt that the situation was different.
Zhang Bai started four years ago, but the apprenticeship was half a year after the entry, because he found that his meridians were abnormal, so he transferred to the ghost bitter son.
If the ghost bitter son and Zhang Di are both the people of this prince, then could it be that the prince already knows about it? He also went to great lengths to send undercover agents by his side? Impossible!
He felt that his head was a little buzzing, and the problem was a bit complicated.
Finally, there is another piece of information, that is, the black shadow who lost a foot, turned out to be called the Purple Night Messenger. This Purple Night Envoy's status is not low, it seems to be the head of other Night Envoys.
But these are not important, the important thing is that he has withdrawn from the dream and run.
I may not be far from being exposed.
In this case, it is useless to panic, the important thing is to make up for the loss, and at the same time make long-term plans.
Zhang Bai was calm, and when he heard that the Purple Night Envoy had returned, to be honest, he was a little panicked just now. He subconsciously hoped that this dream would end soon, otherwise the situation would become more complicated as soon as more reinforcements arrived.
Now there is one thing that must be done, and that is to scratch your tongue and come back. The tongue is a captive who can reveal the enemy's internal information, and the two guys in front of him are obviously the most suitable ones to take the pickaxe.
Then kill one, catch one.
At this time, in the elevator room, two night angels were shouting happily. They found the imperial medicine, and now they can make a difference.
But if you think well, you can't necessarily do it.
Zhang Bai had already thought about how to deal with it, he pulled out the blood rope tied in a slipknot, enlarged the rope loop to be thicker than the human body, and used the wind sand technique to gently hold the rope sleeve and go to the crane beak hoe night envoy.
In his previous battles, he had discovered that this blood cord had a special power, as if those night angels became defenseless once they were entangled in the blood cord.
The two Nightmen are having fun right now!
The elevator hall seemed to them to be a small, narrow hole in the ground, with nothing and a dead end. So they thought that there could be no danger in the cave, so they naturally relaxed their vigilance.
It wasn't until the blood rope was put on his body, and the night envoy with the crane's beak hoe realized it, but at this time he was already weak, and he was so frightened that even his weapon fell to the ground.
"Ahh
The one next to him was also startled, and immediately pulled out his weapon, which was a scimitar. He looked around nervously, but found no enemy.
The light in the elevator room is even darker than in the subway station, and most of the imperial medicine that was discovered before also relied on the divine sense and the aura emitted by the imperial medicine. waited until they got the imperial medicine, and they took a closer look to confirm it.
The blood cord is not thick, about the thickness of a little finger.
It resembles a metal chain rather than a whip-like sin sin in shape. It's just that it's not metallic, and the chains collide with each other, but they are soft and there is no sound.
The success of the sneak attack just now, to a considerable extent, relied on the characteristics of the blood cord.
Therefore, the night envoy with the scimitar did not find even the blood rope in Zhang Bai's hand for a while, nor did he find Zhang Bai.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Bai will be connected in his hand, and the remaining half of the blood rope will be swept towards the knife-wielding night envoy. The Nightebe suddenly felt a familiar bloody breeze sweeping over, and in a panic, fled outside the elevator.
"If you run, I'll kill this coward. ”
He suddenly heard the voice of a child behind him, and hurriedly turned his head, and saw a vague sight of a man, short and thin, with a weapon in his hand, and the head of the captured night angel.
The weapon was dark, not reflective, and I didn't know what it was.
When the knife-wielding night envoy saw the other party appear, he was not afraid. Holding a knife on the ground with his right hand and his left hand on his waist, he asked with a smile: "You just said Zhang Zhongling?"
Zhang Bai's eyes rolled, and he thought to himself that Lingling couldn't help but let you take the blame, you have to understand me! He replied: "I am your grandfather, what are you looking for me?"
"I didn't expect you to be so cunning at a young age, only five years old, and you have grown up amazing! ”
Who is Daoist Zhang Ling?
"Less nonsense, throw your weapons away. Tell me who sent you two to make trouble, and I will spare him from death. As he spoke, Zhang Bai pushed the dagger forward a little.
The cowardly man with a picket was in pain and howled in fright, "Brother save me, this kid is crazy." ”
The Knife Nightman laughed, "You coward, a child scared you like this." You and I serve the Blood Immortal Sect together, and we should be ready to die for the Dharma Sect at any time, aren't we?"
"You... You, young high-sounding one, save me!" the coward cried out in a hurry.
The sword-wielding night envoy smiled again: "You are also a dignified night envoy, and you used to serve in the underworld, and you have seen a lot of dead people, and you have also died." Why are you still so afraid of death?"
"Can this death be the same as that death? Now that death is a soul scattered, I don't believe you are not afraid, pretend less garlic, save me!"
Seeing the two arguing, Zhang Bai didn't pay attention to himself, gently loosened the blood cord a little, and was ready to shoot at any time.
"Hmph, how do you want me to save you? Throw away your weapons and find death? You underworld soldiers, stupid and cowardly, we have long looked unpleasant, one less is nothing, even if you dedicate yourself to the Fa Sect, I will ask the bitter envoy to praise you, maybe the prince will praise you, and then forget you!hahaha!"
"You—" The coward was speechless in anger.
It turns out that this so-called organization is called the Blood Underworld Law Sect, and there is a factional struggle in it?
Zhang Bai saw the opportunity and whispered in the coward's ear: "As long as you don't move and cooperate with me, I won't kill you, what I want is that guy's life, not your people." Understood, nodded. ”
When the coward heard this, he froze for a moment, and then nodded immediately.
"Keep procrastinating, talk to him, I'll tell you what to do in a while?"
The coward was the first to save his life, and immediately scolded: "If I don't die, I will definitely go to the bitter envoy to sue you, oh no, I will go to Wang Ze to sue you, skin you and cramp, break your bones and ashes, drink blood and eat meat..."
Zhang Bai listened to his scolding, and whispered softly: "Wait a while, he will come to kill you, I will tell you to lie down, you will lie down, if you are obedient, I will remove the blood rope." If you are not honest, you will bear the consequences. ”
The coward nodded while scolding, honestly.