In addition, there are some tables, chairs, benches and other miscellaneous items in the main hall, which have long been rotten, and Ma Liuye did not see the little Taoist priest who wanted to buy the head of the Golden Tyrant with himself during the day.

"What's going on? What about people?! Ma Liuye turned his head and glared at the little Taoist, his heart thumped wildly, his fingers bent slightly, and the two willow-leaf-like knives slipped into his palms, and the little Taoist smiled silently, just looked at the big Buddha in front of him, as if the big Buddha could conjure his senior brother.

While looking back at the little Taoist, Ma Liuye's gaze swept to his two apprentices, and the two of them showed a look of horror on their pale faces, and they took a step back in unison.

But I saw three people flashing out from behind the big Buddha, the first one flashed out was a long strange-shaped man, his face was wrinkled, his skin was dark, his messy hair was curling upward, most of them were gray, and the clothes he wore were also bells and whistles, nondescript, looking at some of the costumes of ethnic minorities in the southwest, if you looked closely, but it was not very similar, he was half bare-chested, revealing a black shiny skin, the whole person was skinny, thinner than a monkey, but a pair of eyes were bright, Shining brightly, his face was faintly surrounded by a cloud of black gas, and he could invisibly feel the eerie feeling coming from his body.

As soon as Ma Liuye saw this strange man, he couldn't help but shiver all over his body, the two willow leaf knives in his hand had slipped into the palm of his hand, and he looked at the strange man in front of him with a wary face, and the strange man stood motionless four or five steps away from Ma Liuye, without a trace of expression on his face, a pair of sharp eyes looked directly at Ma Liuye, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a strange smile, and a dry laugh came out of his throat, the sound was like a shovel rubbing on an iron pot to make a sound, It's terrifying.

The two apprentices behind Ma Liuye were scared and their legs and stomachs were weak, and they almost rushed out of the door, and when they turned around, they saw that the little Taoist priest who took them over was already blocking the door, and looked at their senior brothers with a wicked smile, the two apprentices of Ma Liuye swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and turned their heads to look at Ma Liuye, and now only Ma Liuye is the backbone of the two of them, and they only now have a little understanding of the reason why the master brought them here, the master turned out to be here to sell heads, and he was the head of Jin Batian.

After a while, Ma Liuye saw the little Taoist priest who was looking for himself to buy a human head during the day, he was holding a skinny old Taoist slowly moving out from behind the Buddha statue, the old Taoist looked like he was in his fifties, a face was pale, without a trace of blood, it seemed that the injury was not light, he coughed while walking, as if he was almost going to cough out his lung lobes, the little Taoist priest kept gently patting the back of the old Tao, looking extremely respectful, the old Taoist finally stopped coughing, and stroked his chest with one hand, looked at Ma Liuye, his eyes were cold, like snow flying in the cold winter wax moon, revealing a chill, but after a while, he smiled slightly at Ma Liuye, and asked in a low voice: "You are the executioner Ma Liuye in the provincial city?" ”