Just as the man surnamed Wang was reprimanding the young man and imparting "experience", at the end of this wide road, in a certain room in a ten-entry mansion, the atmosphere was dull and solidified.

It's a spacious room, but at the moment, the light isn't bright, only a few candles are lit.

The candles were placed on the edge of the windowsill, flickering with a dull yellow flame that barely illuminated the surroundings.

There weren't many items in the room, just a round table, a few chairs, and at the same time, there was no one here.

With a "crackling" sound, the candle flame jumps and becomes brighter, but this change is only accidental, not regular.

I don't know how long later, when the light was bright, a flowing black thing crept in through the crack in the door and came to the chair near the round table.

Soon, the black liquid turned into a figure only the thickness of a piece of paper, shook and stretched, and stood up.

Then, the shadow that seemed to come to life sat down gently, turned its head to look at the edge of the light in the room, and said in a low voice:

"Why do you want to terminate the transaction?"

As its words fell, the candles in the room suddenly lit up, and in just one breath, most of them burned.

Beams of dim light converged and crisscrossed to outline another figure.

It was a man in a pitch-black robe, with scattered brown hair, a resolute face, and deep eyes that seemed to contain indescribable vicissitudes.

Seeing the black-robed man appear, the thin shadow sitting on the wooden chair twisted, and after making the "whole person" face him, he immediately spoke:

"I need an explanation!"

"It's not up to me to decide whether or not the deal goes through. In the face of Bo Ying's questioning, the black-robed man's expression did not change, and his voice did not fluctuate, he said:

"All things are progressed by the will of our Lord.

"The same is true for this trading suspension. ”

"Don't fucking fart, Zuo Church, you're a cultist, what kind of fool. ”

Bo Ying stood up violently, leaned forward, and looked down at Zuo Qiu Qi condescendingly, his words threatening:

"Give you another chance to speak human.

"I can be a partner, a friend, an enemy, an opponent with you, hehe, as long as I leak the whereabouts of you cultists who believe in 'White Bone Bodhi' to the official family, the result will definitely be good. ”

"Why would the Tang family master say such stupid things. ”

In the face of the threat, the black-robed man was still calm, and while he was talking, he also came to the round table and sat down:

"I have never disguised my sainthood, but the officials are incompetent and have not been able to pay attention.

"The officials hate us, and they hate you as much, and don't forget, in order to gain strange powers, you and your friends will also kill a large number of Terrans every year for experiments. ”

After saying this, without waiting for Bo Ying to respond, Zuo Church began to answer the question that had preceded it:

"The reason for stopping trading is simple, we are exposed. ”

He went on to explain why:

"In order to complete the transaction with each other and get what each other wants, we specially asked a shallow believer to form a force in the Northlands, intending to obtain strange and specific information here from more channels, because of the force of that believer, this force continues to grow......"

In this process, the figure as thin as a piece of paper shook slightly, without interrupting, and listened carefully to Zuo Qiuqi's narration.

Zuo Church also spoke of the critical moment, and his tone became depressed:

"But today, the shallow believer died suddenly, without warning, and by the time I found this and arrived at the scene, it was all over. ”

Between the words, Zuo Qiuqi's mind couldn't help but reflect the strange scene he had seen before:

On the one hand, the Golden Silkworm Gang's council hall collapsed into countless irregular fragments, and a large number of stumps and broken arms appeared, which looked bloody and abnormal, while on the other hand, a large number of Golden Silkworm Gang disciples ignored this place and did what they were doing in the square and house near the ruins.

Let Zuo Qiuqi realize at that time that the disciples of the Golden Silkworm Gang were affected by some extremely high level spiritual secret technique.

At this time, a voice belonging to the thin shadow came, interrupting Zuo Qiuqi's divergence of thoughts, and only listened to it:

"What kind of cultivation is your believer who suffered an accident, and you didn't find anything from his corpse?"

Asking for cultivation is to judge the cultivation of the existence of the person who did it, and as for probing the corpse, he also wants to judge the attributes of that person's exercises, so as to grasp more details.

"That believer is a Jindan martial artist, as for the corpses, ......" The black-robed man Zuo Qiuqi shook his head lightly, and said expressionlessly:

"I didn't find anything on the scene that belonged to the shallow believer. ”

Any...... This is the destruction of corpses, it is really ruthless, but this can also explain a lot of things, there are only a few types of exercises that can completely destroy corpses and destroy traces, fire, water, darkness, wind......

Thin shadow continues to analyze:

In addition, it is very difficult for a martial artist of the same level to be able to kill a Jindan martial artist, a strong man supported by some hidden power behind him, quietly and cleanly, even if he is prepared in advance.

At least, if you can't beat it, you still have a chance to escape.

At this time, it immediately understood the choice of the black-robed man in front of him, the believer of the White Bone Bodhi.

In Yehuai City, if a Jindan realm martial artist can be easily killed, the other party is the most likely to be a rune realm, and Yehuai's rune realm martial artists, even if they are not familiar with each other, they all know each other, and when something like this happens, they are likely to inform the rune realm warriors who belong to the official family.

After all, cultists who believe in super-level weirdness are also one of the sources of turmoil in the Han Land Realm, and they are the enemies of all races.

"Sure enough, as I thought, the strength of the White Bone Cult in Yehuai City is not strong, and it is not able to resist the real gaze of the official family, maybe there are only one or two rune realm level masters stationed......

"This force is stronger than most forces, but it is really found by the officials, as long as the tattoo boss has a little free, these cultists will have to die.

"Therefore, stop trading, stop capturing the weirdness of life for us, stop acting on the surface, and hide the traces, in order to avoid the possible gaze of the officials. ”

Thinking of this, it raised its head and turned its gaze to the other party:

"When are you going to leave?"

Since the transaction can't be carried out, it's never a good thing to let such a group of crazy people stay in the Night Huai, and if the tattoo boss really notices these dog things, he can even pull them out.

"When the crops are ripe this season, the harvest is finished and left. As he spoke, the "White Bone Bodhi Believer" took out an irregular triangular object from the inside of his robe.

It is a mirror-like shard, the front of which is not clear or clear, but is covered with black and gray colors, and the reverse side is scarlet and vivid.

As Zuo Qiuqi stroked and rubbed, the black ash particles on the front of the mirror fell off little by little, revealing the scene inside.

It was a sea of calm surfaces and undercurrents.

"The great Holy Spirit has given me enough revelation that we are only known by a few people, and have not yet stirred up an irresistible danger. ”

I hope that when you are met by the boss of the Tattoo Realm, you can still be so calm, and you can still believe in White Bone Bodhi so much...... As far as he knew, the evil god of the White Bone Bodhi could only have limited interaction power with believers, and it seemed that he was not in a good state.

With a shake, the shadow fell to the ground and turned into the puddle of black liquid again, flowing towards the door, and in the process, its last sound came out:

"I will not provide you with any more substantial help.

"After doing this, you must leave the Night Locust. ”

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