Lady Bailing tried to beg for mercy from the hatholder: "I have heard about your sister a long time ago...... Miss Aji's business. Shi Yu was sent to sea for her. After Miss Azhi left, his whole soul also followed, drunk and dreaming all day long, lingering in the illusion brought by the soul smoke. Marrying me is just a stopgap measure, and he can't wait to get away from it. After a catastrophe in the city, Shi Yu finally found the opportunity to go to sea by boat, so that he would not waste time to save me. ”

Helplessly, the boy has made up his mind and will not let her go because of Mrs. Bailing's humble self-willingness.

With cold eyes and a faint tone, the door was re-locked.

"That's not right. I look forward to him coming. Before my sister's incomplete soul, let's take you all as sacrifices. It couldn't be more appropriate to avenge her. ”

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With the help of Yu Hui's spirit crow, finding Lady Bailing is naturally a big help. But there is always a common spirituality between birds, and after a while, a crow came to report that on the small mountain on the side of the island, there was a news from a seagull, and the person Qibei was looking for might be locked up there.

The chasing soldiers of the wind and navy were approaching, Qi Bei covered the face that did not belong to him, and quickly rushed to the side peak with Yu Hui and Mo Zhichou, and along the way, he kept praying in his heart that Mrs. Bailing would not have an accident. It was getting late, and Yu Hui thought about countermeasures, thinking that taking advantage of the night to save people would have a better chance of winning.

Although the hat boy wants to kill Mrs. Bailing, he has to treat her well before sacrificing Miss Azhi, and he can't kill her directly. Qi Bei, Yu Hui, and Mo Zhichou, under the guidance of seagulls and spirit crows, quickly found the small dilapidated house where Mrs. Bailing and Sishuang were imprisoned. It happened that someone brought in dinner, and they heard Mrs. Bailing ask to light a candle to illuminate it, probably because they were afraid that with the bright light, it would be easier to attract attention, so the hat boy did not allow it. He withdrew his men and sat alone in the darkness next door, seemingly unusually fond of undisturbed purity, and of course it was possible that he was secretly setting another trap.

"Haven't the guests come yet?" He asked.

"It's almost there." The guard standing beside him replied.

On the mountain road, two figures quietly arrived, led by the guards, and came to the hat man.

"The thousand-year-old ghoul who dominates the Nine Holy Relics of the Western Pole Abyss," he muttered, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness, looking at the Snow Envoy and the Tsu Envoy in exotic costumes, "Is there really a way to find the Sea Dragon?" ”

The Snow Envoy gestured with his eyes, and the Envoy handed over a small package, the size of a palm, with a small iron box carved with intricate patterns.

The hat boy looked at the lines on the iron sheet clearly with cold eyes: "This is ——? ”

"One of the Nine Holy Relics of the West Pole Abyss." Jin Sheng's envoy gestured out a finger, very complacent, opened, there was only one small starfish inside, the five tentacles were straight and straight, the whole was completely motionless, it looked very thin and brittle, as if it was broken when pinched, and the feeling of touching it was as dry as dried fish after being exposed to the sun.

"Oh? Dead or alive? The boy didn't take it, but looked at the Snow Holy Envoy and the Jin Holy Envoy with an expressionless face, "From the west side across the East Thunder Earthquake Country, to Fenglin City, and then to Moon Island by boat to see me, just to send this little poisonous starfish?" Can you find this shriveled thing? ”

The Snow Holy Envoy glanced at the Jin Holy Envoy who smiled and threw the scene to himself to support, stepped forward, and explained to the hatholder: "Your Excellency may not know that although this poisonous starfish is small, it has had a bumpy journey along the way, and it seems that it has indeed died. ”

The hat man spoke politely: "It's no different from the dry sea carts sold in the fish market." ”

"Adults love to laugh, how can the Nine Holy Relics of the West Pole Abyss be easily dried and dehydrated?"

With that, the Snow Saint Envoy slashed his finger with a small dagger, and the first drop of blood entered the small tin box.

At first, the starfish did not move, but died.

The Jin Holy Envoy poured the iron locket, and the blood of the Snow Holy Envoy slowly flowed along the gap to the side of the poisonous starfish, soaking a little dry tentacle.

Then, something strange happened.

Just three or five counts, the small poisonous starfish sucked the blood of the Snow Holy Envoy at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was already a dull earthy yellow, came to life in an instant, and the five tentacles began to move slowly, slowly crawling towards the traces left by a drop of blood in the iron box, and the suckers on the tentacles greedily licked every bit of blood.

The guards beside the hat-fighting man immediately noticed the sudden ferocious murderous aura, all originating from the small starfish in the palm-sized tin box, and he immediately blocked in front of him and shouted: "Dare to be presumptuous in front of my master!" ”

The man of the hat did not move.

Xue Sheng's eyes were quick, and he closed the tin box with a "snap", and at the same time locked it, his palm opened, and his fingers tightly clasped the tin box as if he had his own life and wanted to break free from control.

It's not that the iron box is moving, it's the poisonous starfish locked inside trying to break out of the cage!

The Snow Saint has been following the thousand-year-old ghoul for a long time, and she is by no means a weak character, but her hands are tightly clasped, and she almost can't hold down the tin box that rushed left and right and almost fell to the ground.

The small starfish looks harmless to humans and animals, and it will be broken when you step on it.

At the same time, the calm waters of the East China Sea seem to be windy. In the air filled with the fishy smell of seawater, something was slowly wriggling, looking for the breath of one of the nine holy relics.

On the calm Moon Island, the branches and leaves of the mountain trees were originally stationary.

"Brush—"

It's eerie.

It's just a small sea cart.

The iron box was only dripping with a drop of the Snow Envoy's blood.

The guard held his breath, the blade in his hand ready to slash at the terrifying foe that might have escaped from the box.

A weak starfish less than half the size of a palm makes people with special skills afraid of this.

"What a Nine Holy Relics of the Western Pole Abyss." The boy of the hat did not move, he couldn't see that he was frightened, his cold eyes stared at the two holy envoys, and he sighed, "It is worthy of being the most feared monster in the world." ”

As soon as the conversation changed, he suddenly asked: "Demons were prevalent in Jun'an City back then, couldn't it be that it was also caused by thousand-year-old ghouls?" ”

It only took a drop of blood to prove the unfathomable power of the Western Pole Abyss, and the Snow Holy Envoy and the Jin Holy Envoy looked at each other and said, "My lord said that he was laughing. ”

"Does the iron box really work?"

"Don't worry, if it's covered in an iron cortex, it won't get out."

"Are you afraid of iron objects?" The boy of the hat thinks about it.

After all, there is only a drop of human blood, which can only resurrect the dried sea car, but it can't give it too much power, lest the demonic nature be uncontrollable. Soon, the iron box in the Snow Saint's hand regained its calm, and it was no longer rampage trying to break free from the iron lock.