By the time the sawdust and smoke fell, a few people had already seen the faces of the visitors.

The man was a tall man, dressed in a white satin robe, holding a wooden flute in his left hand and a white satin scarf around his neck, which covered his entire mouth.

The man's face gave a sickly pale, and the eyes were even more strange.

There is a black stripe at the corner of each side of the eye, which extends upwards and obliquely, and the pupil does not look like a normal circle, but rather an oval-shaped vertical pupil.

"Well, who the hell is this man?"

"If you look at his eyes, it's like an animal, it's really weird!"

"Maybe they were born with a deformity, but this kind of person is not uncommon. ”

......

There was a whisper of discussion all around.

In addition, there were a few people who were blown to the ground by the gloomy wind, probably hitting somewhere, and almost all of them were crying out in pain.

The white-faced man swept around the field with a cold face.

He saw a man lying on the ground blocking his path and kicked the man directly in the abdomen, sending him flying.

The man's eyes rolled out in pain, and the whole person fell into a coma.

When everyone in the audience saw that this man was so fierce, most of them didn't dare to attack, and some even lowered their heads in fear.

These people are all roaming the rivers and lakes, and it can be seen at a glance that the white-faced man is extremely strong and is not an easy character to deal with.

Therefore, they can only try not to provoke him, so as not to implicate themselves.

"Old fellow, where did you get the dust you sell in the Black Society?"

The white-faced man's voice was low, and his tone was so cold that people felt like they had fallen into a cold cave when they heard it.

"Oh...... Oh, guest officer, this was sent by Director Qi, and he didn't say where he got it. After all, the identity and name of the patron who participated in the black society, and the old man had no right to ask. The old man was trembling as he spoke.

It's normal for the old man to be afraid.

Speaking of which, the wooden door of this underground venue was nearly two feet thick, and it was made of fine hardwood, but it was kicked off by this white-faced man. If such a kick is on a person's body, it is estimated that it can kick the person to death!

The white-faced man is definitely a big master who is difficult to see in Danyang City, and if anyone dares to touch the moldy head of such a master, it is too long.

"Heh, I know Qi Donglin, now take me to see him. The white-faced man slowly walked to the front of the platform and said arrogantly to everyone: "Today's black meeting is over, you people can get out!"

None of the people in the audience dared to say a word of rebuttal, and they all got up in a gloomy manner, and then left the venue in a hurry.

"Now take me to see Qi Donglin," the white-faced man glanced at the guy holding the dust, and a look of hatred appeared on his face, "Go immediately!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The two of them left the venue and turned into a dug passage.

On one side of the passage is a hard earthen wall, and on the other side is a bungalow.

The wings were equipped with wooden doors and windows to observe the venue.

When the white-faced man made a fuss at the venue, Qi Donglin had already noticed it, and the two did know each other.

However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble for himself, Qi Donglin had been waiting for the people in the venue to disperse, and then he met the white-faced man.

"Brother Mo, why do you have time to come to me?" As soon as the white-faced man walked into the wing, Qi Donglin greeted him directly.

The guy and the old man on the side were a little surprised in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say anything. They didn't expect this strange man to know the supervisor.

"Okay, you two stand down for the time being, and as for the venue, just clean up the venue. I've known Brother Mo for a long time, he's not a wicked person, go ahead. Before the white-faced man could speak, Qi Donglin added another sentence.

After hearing this, the man and the old man hurriedly retired, staying by the white-faced man's side, and they all felt a little uncomfortable.

"Leave the dust behind!" the man surnamed Mo said coldly.

"Oh, yes, yes. The old man cowered and handed the dust into the man's hand, and rushed out of the door impatiently.

"Why does Big Brother Mo care so much about this dust?" Qi Donglin saw the man holding the dust, his eyes were shining with fierce light, and he guessed that this dust was probably something important, so he asked.

"Brother Qi, you don't know, this is my junior brother's thing. ”

"This is your junior brother's item, then he should also be a disciple of the Black God Sect?" Qi Donglin knew that the man surnamed Mo was a disciple of the Black God Sect, nicknamed 'White Snake Langjun', but he didn't know what other people there were in the Black God Sect.

"That's right, my junior brother was a Taoist priest before he joined the sect, and after he joined the sect, he was called the Black Wind Daoist, and this dust was given to him by my master. White Snake Langjun said slowly as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"Then this dust appeared here, could it be that the junior brother was robbed by gangsters?" Qi Donglin saw that the white snake Langjun's face was a little not good, and it was difficult to guess what he was thinking for a while.

"Definitely. Do you know that when the disciples of the Black God Sect enter the sect, they will sacrifice a few drops of essence blood to make lamp oil. And the burning of the lamp that represents the vitality of the disciple requires the use of lamp oil. As long as a certain lamp of life is not extinguished, it means that the disciples in the sect corresponding to the lamp are still alive in the world. ”

White Snake Langjun sighed lightly, and then a fierce light lit up in his eyes: "About a month ago, junior brother and his life lamp ...... Extinguished!"

"That is to say, the Black Wind Dao man ...... Dead?" Qi Donglin was a little incredulous, he still knew a little bit about the Black God Sect. At the very least, the disciples in the sect are above the realm of forging bones, how can they die so easily?

However, Qi Donglin could see that the friendship between White Snake Langjun and the Black Wind Dao people should be very deep.

The Black Wind Dao people suffered a catastrophe and their property was also taken away, which was a great shame for the Black God Sect, no wonder the White Snake Lang Jun was so angry and annoyed.

He thought that this dust was brought by the gang of the Dajiang Gang, but looking at the appearance of that kid, he didn't look like a master, could it be that he was selling stolen goods for someone?

White Snake Langjun was a little sad, just nodded and didn't speak.

"Then the master also knows about this matter?" Qi Donglin asked cautiously.

"Of course, it's just that he went to the East China Sea with the sect leader and a group of sect masters, saying that he wanted to make a big deal. White Snake Langjun restrained his emotions and said: "There are not many masters left in the Black God Sect now, but if you want to avenge your junior brother, I am enough alone." ”

White Snake Langjun's eyes suddenly became cold.

He took off the silk satin scarf that blocked his mouth and nose, his mouth was slightly open, and a long tongue spit in and out like a real snake letter.

Qi Donglin was secretly frightened, "I remember that Brother Mo's pupils were not like this before, and his tongue was also a normal tongue, but now it has become like this, it seems that his snake control magic skills have improved again." ’

He was stared at by the pair of cold eyes of the White Snake Langjun, and hurriedly said, "Brother Mo, you should have come here to find out the murderer of Senior Brother Ling, right?"

"Well, I know that you work in the Yuquan Chamber of Commerce, and you should be well-informed. Unexpectedly, I actually ran into my junior brother's treasure being auctioned off, which saved me the effort of searching. The white snake Langjun kept swallowing his long tongue, and said leisurely: "Tell me now, who is the one who handed over this dust to you?!"

Qi Donglin saw that the White Snake Langjun was so amazing, where did he dare to hide it, so he said: "It is a member of the Dajiang Gang, and it seems that he is an ordinary boy, he must have been entrusted by someone to bring the dust to the Black Society to sell it." ”

"The person behind the scenes should be the murderer of Senior Brother Ling. ”

"Really?" White Snake Langjun paced slowly a few steps, with a grim look on his face: "Then go and lure that kid out, if he tells the murderer, I will consider leaving him a whole corpse." Otherwise, I'm going to eat him raw!!"

Qi Donglin trembled when he heard this, knowing that this should be the magic skills of the White Snake Langjun who had practiced a lot, and the whole person became full of gloom.

"Brother Mo will stay at my house for a few days for the time being, this matter needs to wait a little longer, I have to make good arrangements. ”

"Then hurry up and prepare. ”

"Yes, yes. ”