"What kind of existence is the Sacrifice Gate? How are we going to fight them? Yufeng turned and looked up at the city gate and muttered.

I was helped up by Sun Fei and said with a wry smile: "Who knows, just one Xin Lijun is so difficult, not to mention that there is a mysterious boss above him." Now it seems that fighting them is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. ”

Ding Man and Ding Yi were also in a hurry, and the father and son stomped their feet angrily and said, "I'm afraid of his eggs!" He dares to bully my brother like this, he has to get him if he can't beat him! ”

Leng Bingyue glanced at the two of them and said coldly: "Before you make a move, you will be restrained by others, what kind of fight?" Don't put it here as an afterthought. ”

Ding Man's father and son's faces turned red for a while, and I waved my hand when I saw this: "Forget it, don't worry about Xin Lijun for now, since he said that he won't stop us, then let's hurry up and go to the soul room." ”

After saying that, I inserted my spine and medicine pestle back into place, rubbed my blushing face, and walked towards the city with my head down and a muffled sound.

The other five people were restrained by Xin Lijun's move, and they also felt that their faces were dull, so they didn't say anything more, and followed me without saying a word.

I walked more than once to get to the Soul Room, and after a while I saw the building that looked like a coffin erected in the distance.

Although this is the underworld, and it is normal that there is a lot of yin qi, the closer I get to the soul room, the more uneasy my heart somehow feels.

It wasn't until we got to the door of the Soul Chambers that the feeling got worse.

On the chair at the door, there was no drunken old bull's head, only a fallen wine bottle.

In the bottle, there are about two taels of unfinished wine.

There is a puddle mark around the bottle, which is supposed to be the trace of the wine spilled after the bottle was poured.

The old bull was a heavy drinker, and he would never allow such a thing to happen, and he never left his wine......

"Something's wrong!"

I exclaimed, the secret path was not good, I didn't care about anything else, I spread my legs and ran towards the soul room.

Yufeng and a few people hurriedly asked me what was wrong, and followed closely behind.

As soon as my feet stepped into the soul room, a bright red flashed in front of my eyes, and when I saw it clearly, I realized that it was the red handkerchief of the old bull's head.

The red handkerchief circled in front of me, and then it spontaneously combusted without fire, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

"Old bull, you are very disobedient."

Just as I was surprised, a low hoarse voice suddenly came from behind me, and I couldn't hear the voices of men and women.

When he looked back suddenly, he saw the old bull head standing at the door with his back to me, trembling and retreating to my side, and the wine bottle in his hand fell to the door when he panicked, and almost all the wine in it spilled.

And what he faced was a mysterious person who was wrapped in black gas and exuded evil nature.

What surprised me even more was that neither of them was aware of my presence, they just stared at each other, and even when I called the old bull a few times, he didn't look back at me.

I suddenly reacted, what I see now should be the old bull head using a red handkerchief to record what happened at that time, and I am an 'audience'!

After figuring out the key, I could only accept it, twist my brows and continue to look down.

The mysterious man was still approaching the old bull head step by step, and the old bull head looked very frightened, and his whole body was shaking like chaff, but he still mustered up his courage and said angrily to the mysterious man:

"People are doing it, the sky is watching, you are so ignorant of your conscience, aren't you afraid of being punished by God!"

The mysterious man sneered, "Damnation? I've been through it a long time ago, don't I live well now? But you're getting more and more disobedient now, don't you want to be like that? ”

As he spoke, the mysterious man waved one hand, and a gray shadow crossed an arc and smashed heavily on the feet of the old bull's head.

When I saw this shadow clearly, I immediately exclaimed, "Bolt pillar! ”

I saw that the eyes of the bolt pillar were closed, and the originally strong body seemed to have been sucked dry, and only a piece of skin was left to cover the bones, obviously dead and could not die anymore.

Loyalty, bolt pillar.

He's dead?

It was like a thunderbolt flashing through my mind, and my whole brain was buzzing.

When the old bull saw the corpse of the bolt, he became even more furious, pointed at the mysterious man and scolded: "You brute! It's a loyal envoy, and you dare to do it! ”

The mysterious man chattered and laughed: "Loyal and righteous envoy? It's just a dog, and if you dare to disobey me anyway, that's the end. Besides, I didn't kill it, it's a soul, and if it does, it will disappear. But don't you think it still exists? ”

After speaking, the mysterious man's voice became cold again: "How about the old bull head, now, do you still need to think about it?" ”

The old bull's eyes lit up, and he snorted coldly: "Of course not, because from beginning to end, my answer has always been two words - get out!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the old bull's head erupted with a terrifying momentum, and I saw that his whole person was like an inflated balloon, which instantly grew several times more than once, almost filling the entire soul stopping room.

The mysterious man looked at the old bull head that had grown bigger but was unmoved, and his mocking and faint laughter came from the churning black gas: "It's just a trick, do you really think you can blind me?" Get out! ”

The mysterious man shouted, and a sharp blade condensed by black gas stabbed straight at the door.

I only heard a scream of 'ah', and at the originally empty door, a thin figure appeared out of thin air, it was the old bull head!

I saw that the old bull's thigh was pierced with the black qi blade that had just been shot, but the old bull's head, which had become bigger, was twisted a few times with the revelation of his true body, turning into a cloud of green smoke and drifting away.

"Red handkerchief, hum!" The mysterious man's tone was full of disdain, and he said coldly: "You know that you want to fool people and try to deceive my eyes?" ”

The old bull head was already fainting in pain at this time, you must know that the soul body injury is millions of times more painful than the physical body!

Seeing that the figure of the old bull head gradually faded, the mysterious man no longer cared about him, and sneered: "From now on, the red handkerchief will be broken." ”

After speaking, the black qi churning around the mysterious man gently lifted him up and left the soul room.

And the old bull head, who was gradually dissipating, saw the back of the mysterious man leaving, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of ghost blood, raised his hand with difficulty, and scratched the ground a few times.

Just as I was about to go over to see what he had written, the scene in front of me suddenly disappeared, and the picture left by the old bull head came to an abrupt end.

"Brother Zheng, are you okay?"

The scene disappeared, and Yufeng and the others also reappeared in front of me, Sun Fei grabbed my shoulder with an anxious face, and asked with a concerned face.

I shook my head and said, "It's okay, you stand still and wait for me." ”

I didn't bother to explain anything to them at this time, and while I still had a clear impression of the picture just now, I took three steps and two steps to the place where the old bull's head dissipated.

If I'm not mistaken, when the old bull head was about to dissipate, he should have written the name of the murderer on the ground, or ...... Some other clues.

But when I came to the place where he dissipated, I bent down and searched for a long time, only to find that the ground was as smooth as a mirror, not to mention the traces of writing, not even a trace of dust.

Could it be that he has already dissipated before he has time to write?

I straightened up suspiciously, and habitually put my hand back in my pocket.

As soon as I inserted it, I felt a softness in my hand......

(End of chapter)