Chapter Ninety-Two: Aftermath

Suddenly, a figure darker than the night flashed, and then, a bright sword flashed, and the old man, who was short and thin but running like a fly, suddenly his body seemed to be choked by a pair of invisible hands, and it was difficult to move forward a single bit.

Then, he fell to the ground with a "poof", and his eyes, which were still sharp and bright just now, were already dead at this moment.

Looking at his throat again, there was a blood stain.

It turned out that he had been stabbed in the throat.

The old man in the video talisman is none other than the Miaolang Zhongzhou Immortal.

The knife that killed him was pinned to the waist of the ghost bone at this moment.

Every time the Ghost King ordered him to kill someone, he would write it down with a video talisman so that he could give an account to the Ghost King.

As for the little finger, it is naturally Miao Lang Zhongzhou Immortal, this is the hobby of ghost bones, and he likes to leave a little thing on the person he kills as a trophy.

Judging from the images in the video talisman, Zhou Wutong in Miaolang is really dead and can't die anymore.

Who is the Miao Lang found by the overlord of the Cloud Hidden Gate?

Is the ghost bone killed fake, or is it a fake that Batian found?

What to do in Fake Miaolang?

One question after another swirled in the Ghost King's mind, but he couldn't figure out what was going on even if he wanted to break his head for a while.

For some reason, he always felt that everything was going against him lately, and the plans that made him move forward were always not going well. It's as if there are invisible hands that have been hindering him from time to time.

However, this did not make the Ghost King have any worries or negative emotions of fear, on the contrary, he was more and more motivated, and his mood became more and more excited.

He's not a guy who likes a challenge.

Only when he has defeated all the challenges and achieved his goals will he have that deep sense of accomplishment.

Batian and Zhang Zhengju also found a Miao Langzhong, who was in Xuanyangzi's hospital room at this time. After a while, the ghost king said slowly.

The suffocating and terrifying calm in the words just now is gone.

Suddenly, the pressure on the ghost bones disappeared, but he did not relax at all, but raised his head and looked at the ghost king in disbelief, as if he wanted to distinguish the truth of this sentence.

After a while, the ghost bone spoke and said, "No matter which one is true or which one is false, just kill it!"

There is endless gloom and murder in the words.

He has never used a brain to solve things that can be solved by killing.

Distinguishing the truth from the false in Miaolang is obviously a matter of using your brain.

"Don't worry, let him treat Xuanyangzi first, it's not bad if he can be cured. The Ghost King shook his head and said.

Now the ghost bones don't understand, three days ago, he received an order from the ghost king to kill Zhang Wutong in Miaolang, because the other party has superb medical skills, and he is afraid that the people from Yunyinmen will find him and cure Xuanyangzi.

Why don't you kill it today?

The ghost bones don't understand in his heart, but he is by no means a mouthy person, for so many years, he never asks about the orders arranged by the ghost king, only obeys. It's the same this time.

"Stand down. The Ghost King said lightly.

"Yes. At the same time as the ghost bones responded, their bodies turned into black smoke like ghosts, and disappeared in place.

The ghost king looked up at the sky, his gaze sinking as if drifting into the distance.

In order to achieve a certain goal, he never uses only one means.

He uses at least three methods each time to ensure that his goal can be achieved.

For example, when it came to letting Xuanyangzi die, he also used three means. In addition to the first one to kill the only Miaolang Zhongzhou Wutong who can heal Xuanyangzi, there are two more.

For example, the silver needle in Xuanyangzi's heart is a hundred times thinner than the cow's consumption, or ......

Thinking of this, the ghost king suddenly felt very happy.

Although Xuanyangzi is still alive and well, this does not hinder his happiness in the slightest.

He has always liked to leave behind moves, for example, now, even if the first move, the assassination of Zhou Wutong in Miaolang, fails, the next two moves can still ensure that he successfully achieves his goal.

Every process of achieving the goal is actually a process of fighting wits and courage with others, using one's own IQ to crush others, which is a very wonderful thing for the ghost king. He enjoyed the process.

So at the moment he was smiling a lot.

Because he knew that even if someone could break the first move, no one could break the second and third moves anyway.

Jiming Village.

Aunt Hua was still sitting at the door of her small courtyard, sewing and mending the puppets she regarded as treasures.

Although it seemed that her expression was so focused, the act of raising her head to look at the entrance of the village from time to time betrayed her.

Apparently she was waiting for someone.

"Don't wait, Uncle Jin is afraid that he won't come back for a while. Wei Yinyin said with a smile.

"Who said I'm waiting for that dead old man, I'm just here to see if one of my lost old hens will come back!"

Wei Yinyin couldn't help but be angry and funny, and said, "Didn't that old hen be called a flower chicken by you for Zhi'er?"

"Look at my memory, I actually forgot!" Aunt Hua looked suddenly enlightened.

Wei Yinyin shook her head and smiled, but didn't say anything more.

Bang bang bang!

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of falling things in Uncle Jin's house.

"This dead old man is restless when he leaves, and he can finally clean up for a few days, but he is still back to himself. It's okay if it's a young and handsome young man, but it's an old man who is thinner than me, I really can't bear it. Got me angry, and I threw that old thing out. Aunt Hua suddenly said angrily.

However, the momentum was violent, but there was no further movement, still sitting on the threshold, sewing and mending the puppet.

Where did Uncle Kim go?

Who was the old man he got back?

Aunt Hua knew, and Wei Yinyin also knew, but she just pretended not to know.

Flower Street Willow Lane, next to Xuanyangzi's sickbed.

"Uncle, come on, come and drink. ”

"No, no, no, people want you to drink my cup. ”

"Uncle, eat vegetables. ”

......

At this time, the two-story courtyard was indescribably lively.

There was not the slightest sign of a seriously ill and dying patient here.

Xuanyangzi was still lying on the bed, unconscious. The reason why it is so lively is because the thirty jars of good Fenjiu, eight dishes of exquisite side dishes, and sixteen first-class beauties found by Elder Zhang Zhengju have been delivered.

At this moment, Zhou Wutong, who is thin and dry, and a little obscene, is sitting in the middle of a bunch of warblers, Yanyan, and Yinziyan, drinking wine and eating vegetables.

He didn't need to use his hands at all to eat wine and food, because a lovely beauty had already picked up the wine for him and sandwiched the dishes.

In the Miaolang, Zhang Wutong leaned on the red and green, so happy.

Elder Zhang Zhengju and Elder Batian had already turned around and left after their initial anger.

Rao had heard that Miaolang Zhongzhou Immortals' methods of curing diseases and saving people were not ordinary, and they were often unexpected, but now it is still unacceptable to see them.

Drinking, eating meat, and hugging beauties can cure diseases?!

If Zhang Zhengju and Batian hadn't been aiming at Miaolang's reputation at this moment, there was really a 1 in 10,000 chance that they would be able to save the head of Xuanyangzi, but I was afraid that they would have already made a bombardment at this moment.

Although they didn't directly bomb Miao Langzhong away now, the two of them have already begun to go to the Divine Doctor Gate to find other Divine Doctors.

No matter how you look at it, this wonderful man is unreliable.

They even suspect that someone is impersonating and that they have been deceived.

"Boy, such a good wine and food, such a fragrant beauty, why don't you even eat it, don't even look at it?" Miao Langzhong's dry cheeks seemed to ripple with red light, and after drinking a glass of wine handed by a beauty, he asked Li Yanzhi puzzled.