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When Dusk Li rushed to the Shoucheng Mansion with Sannan's attendants, Qingyi and Suyi, the fire in the Shoucheng Mansion had been completely ignited.

The entire fortress was engulfed in flames, and thick smoke rose into the night sky, and thick clouds of smoke floated over the dark night.

Countless blood clan people gathered around the Shoucheng Mansion, and they stood far away from the Shoucheng Mansion to avoid being swallowed by the tongue of fire.

Their eyes showed infinite speculation, surprise, fear, and uneasiness, but they did not dare to come to the rescue easily.

Who started this sudden fire? Will the Acting Castle Lord survive this disaster safely? What is the intention of the people hiding behind it?

Moreover, they also have a question, why is the Shoucheng Mansion so quiet tonight? Even if only the people guarding the city are putting out the fire, it shouldn't be so unmoving.

Thundered!

Just as everyone was nervously guessing, a deafening loud sound suddenly came from afar.

Countless black-purple spirit snakes suddenly appeared on the ground, circling from all directions, surrounding the city guard in the center.

The sound that sounded along with the sound of the earth cracking in the sky was a crisp and melodious flute sound.

It's just that the timbre of the flute is low, and the sound is like a baby's whimper, similar to a long flute like crying and complaining, giving people an extremely weird feeling.

After listening to it, the scalp is numb, the thoughts are confused, the mood is inexplicably low, and the consciousness is dissolved, which seems to invisibly destroy people's willpower, which has a hypnotic effect.

Suddenly, under the cover of night, there was a dark cloud of smoke.

Countless blood clansmen lost their minds in the crisp sound of the flute, and began to show symptoms such as fainting and dizziness, and began to float like mountain spirits and wild ghosts.

They were mixed in the frenzied group of blood beasts, reflecting the stars in the sky, and rushed towards the city guard with teeth and claws.

"Someone! The beast is coming. A shout rang out in the castle guarding the mansion, and I don't know who first encountered the beast, and screamed.

Immediately afterwards, there was a roar in the city guard, and I don't know what smashed each other together.

Outside the city guard, the curtain of a soft sedan chair was gently blown by the night wind, revealing the snow-colored robe corners in the soft sedan chair.

The sleeves of the robe hung down, and the white young man's wrist was faintly visible in the sleeves, and the white and slender fingers tightened slightly, brushing the robe gently.

"This is the Soul Beast Flute?" Fang Zhao, the little son of the Fang family, said lightly, like a soft breeze blowing, lazy as snow in winter.

There was only one waiter left next to the soft sedan chair.

The waiter had witnessed the fire in the sky, and had seen the fierce beasts that were running and coming, but there was no fear on his face, and his face did not change or move.

Hearing the little boy's doubts, he bowed first and replied, "Yes, son."

"Oh," the little boy in the soft sedan car seemed to be stunned, answered softly, and suddenly laughed, "It turned out to be the Qingyi God of War." ”

"Childe, what now!" The waiter asked

Fang Zhao paused, then asked, "Why don't you take a look, or is she here alone?"

"Childe wait a moment." Before the waiter could finish speaking, the man had already jumped up on the ground and moved forward.

After a minute or so, the waiter came back quickly and reported: "Hui Gongzi, she is not alone. He was accompanied by a woman, who had three thousand white hairs, and whose strands were like blades