"You should have received the news of what happened yesterday, tell me about it."

Shang Biao expressed his intentions, especially the life and death of Shi Laodao and Hu Shenpo, and the whereabouts of the stiff body.

It's good that Mao Zhuang escaped, but if it falls into the hands of the public, it will basically be nothing for him.

"I only know a rough idea here, before it rained yesterday, some high-ranking people had already calculated the weather, so they went to the tomb in advance.

Later, I don't know what happened, I alarmed a powerful zombie, and almost all the masters who went down to the tomb were killed, and the tomb of Guangwu collapsed.

The situation is not clear later, only that the powerful zombie fled into the Guangwu Mountain, and the relatives, friends, teachers and friends of the killed high-ranking people arrived one after another and were searching in the mountains. ”

Shang Biao frowned, calculating in his heart.

Although he was not afraid that the Yinshan Law would be exposed in front of everyone, he had no means to subdue that stiff body now.

Even if you are lucky, Mao Zhuang is seriously injured by others, but it is not easy to compete with the masters of various factions.

Especially here, maybe there are people who participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Yinshan faction back then, and those people don't care about the morality of the rivers and lakes.

Basically, when I saw the disciples of Yinshan, they didn't ask about right and wrong, they started directly, and the methods of besieging and beating were not ordinary skilled.

"So, neither Shi Laodao nor Mrs. Hu came to you?"

"No, I've heard that Shi Daochang once appeared at the airport in S City."

Han Gang was also a little grateful in his heart for reminding him of Goddess Hu, but unfortunately, Goddess Hu really couldn't see anyone alive or dead.

"Then don't bother Boss Han to entertain distinguished guests, farewell!"

Rest time is precious, and Shang Biao is not ready to come here and leave.

"Master Huang, can you leave a contact information, if you have anything inconvenient to come forward in the future, just ask. This card is under a little mind, the password is six zeros, and there is a monthly limit of 500,000, you can use it. ”

Han Gang took out a credit card and stuffed it into Shang Biao's hand.

"Then thank you Boss Han, if there are any magic weapons left by others in the Guangwu Tomb, help me pay attention to them. My phone number is 132..., if I can't get through, I'll call again every few days.

The mutton fat white jade in your office can be disposed of, it's unlucky! ”

Shang Biao accepted the card, and it was possible to use it if there was such a person who purchased some rare materials, and mentioned Han Gang by the way.

Under the dim light of the box, Shang Biao didn't notice that when he mentioned that there was something wrong with Han Gang's mutton fat white jade, the two young men's faces were a little wrong.

After Shang Biao finished speaking, he left the box directly without waiting for Han Gang to ask.

After he left, the two young men also walked out of the Ming Concubine Bar after a while.

"Ba Song, find that troubled person, I want to let him know the price of being talkative!"

The short young man known as Ba Song hesitantly took out a small black altar the size of a palm from his bosom and looked at the man who spoke hesitantly.

"Shinawatra, the master instructed us not to provoke the descending master here before leaving the country!"

Ba Song's words made the tall Shinawatra a little impatient, but tracking Shang Biao couldn't do it without the help of Ba Song's imp, so he patiently explained:

"Ba Song, if you don't kill that person, Sister Chambord's descending technique will definitely be broken. Although the master told us not to take the initiative to provoke the master here, now he has taken the initiative to harm us, and this is what he provoked us. ”

"Okay!"

Ba Song was persuaded, and pressed his right hand on the mouth of the altar in his left hand, and as the palm of his hand separated from the mouth of the bottle, a ghost baby with green faces and fangs floated out.

The two followed the ghost baby and quickly approached Shang Biao's position.

On the top floor of a common unfinished building in S City, Shang Biao stood quietly.

Not long after, Ba Song and Shinawatra chased after them under the leadership of the ghost child.

"It turned out to be you, it seems that I am suspicious, not the righteous enemy who recognizes my identity."

Looking at the ghost baby floating in the air with bared teeth and grinning, Shang Biao had almost recognized the origin of these two people.

He didn't expect that he would actually meet a Thai descender, or the notorious Black Descendant, it seems that they didn't come for the tomb in Guangwu Mountain.

The only reason why the other party is following him must be Han Gang, maybe the weirdness of the mutton fat jade has something to do with them.

Shang Biao just had a guess in his heart, and it was immediately confirmed.

"It's ruined our good deeds, and you dare to underestimate us!"

Shinawatra's index finger flew out of his palm, like a bullet out of the chamber, like a flash of fire.

On the other side, Ba Song also commanded the ghost baby to fly towards Shang Biao, and at the same time took out a scarecrow in his hand.

"Hehe, look down! I just look down on you, we are the ancestors! ”

"You've leaked theater information, eliminate witnesses in ten minutes!"

A bronze magic sword appeared out of thin air in Shang Biao's hand, and with a wave of his hand, the ejected index finger broke through it and fell to the ground.

Appearing in front of the pretty female ghost beside him, she stretched out her claws, grabbed the ugly ghost baby in her hand, and sucked it gently. The ghost baby let out a terrible scream and was swallowed into its belly.

"My finger bottle! Kill you! ”

Shinawatra cried out in pain when he saw Shang Biao's index finger on the ground that had been trampled into flesh.

Although when his index finger was refined into a finger bottle, there was no such thing as ten fingers connecting hearts, but after all, it was the meat that fell from his body, and how could he not be heartbroken when he saw it destroyed.

"As a descendant, you should really be more like that person to learn, hiding aside and cursing people is what you should do, you like hand-to-hand combat so much, I'll find you a sparring opponent!"

A stout figure appeared in front of Shang Biao, and the roof of the building shook.

"Jingle bell!"

The soul bells shook, and the True Black Zombie, refined by the Fireweary Nationals, jumped and pounced in front of Shinawatra's face.

The sharp claws of the corpse were stopped by the clothes woven of black hair, and Shinawatra said a word in Thai, but did not hear a response, and looked back.

Ba Song had become a dried corpse, and the refreshed female ghost stretched out her long tongue and licked her lips, giving him a cruel smile.

"Whoa!"

Shinawatra's garment made of hair was torn, and a pair of muscular arms hugged Shinawatra in a state of bewilderment. Half-finger-long fangs are inserted into the neck, and the newborn black stiff opens for the first time.

The essence and blood return to the black zombie, the soul returns to the ghost child, and the stingy Shang Biao uses the opponent to the extreme.

"In the future, the soul will be yours, and the blood will be the great black. If you don't get greedy without my consent, it won't be an hour before the real fire burns your body. ”

Shang Biao glanced at the ghost boy who pretended to be pitiful, and said indifferently.

Something that doesn't have a long memory, it seems that burning it for an hour a few days ago is really too short.

Bring the two dried corpses back to the theater, and there is no better place to hide them.

The sorcerer and the Taoist priest are not the same system, and the things on the two corpses are useless garbage to him.