Hearing the second young master's address to the person in the car, Li Feng's face changed slightly, and his respectful posture became more and more respectful.

There was someone else in the car, and it didn't surprise him. What shocked him was the sound of "Uncle Shi".

The cultivation realm is based on cultivation, and being higher than a big realm means being one generation higher. Generally speaking, as long as he is a monk who has achieved success, Zong Ming needs to be treated as an elder.

But Zong Ming's father is Ran Yun, and there is that Jiedan monk who dares to call himself an elder!

In fact, because Ran Yun was dedicated to the Tao and didn't have much effort to guide his son to cultivate, Zong Ming and his eldest brother both had another teacher. Even Zong Ming's mentor treated him like an equal, and he didn't dare to be the slightest proud.

In the entire Cangyun Sect, there is only one person who can make Zong Ming commensurate with his uncle.

The only one is the one who sent him to the War Alliance back then. On the surface, he, the three-star helmsman, was on an equal footing with all the Jindan monks, or even higher, but in front of this person, the only attitude he could hold was to prostrate himself on the ground, listening to his teachings and instructions in the most respectful manner, and there was no room for the slightest refutation.

In front of that man, Mighty Wind was a dog, a dog that needed to wag its tail at its owner no matter how strong it grew.

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"The second young master is too polite. ”

An old voice came from the car, his tone was flat and gentle, and he said slowly: "Since it is related to the fall of the third young master, the old man has the responsibility to share the elder's worries. ”

Between the words, the old man seemed to have something to say. Although he walked with Zong Ming, he was entrusted by Ran Yun, and even if he made a move, it was not because of the assignment of the second young master.

Zong Ming smiled, didn't care about the old man's edge at all, and saluted again: "There is Uncle Lao." ”

Immediately, Zong Ming beckoned to Li Feng and motioned for him to bring the mute woman who was already dying.

Li Feng hurriedly agreed, and first saluted the carriage, and then reached out to grab the woman's hair.

"Don't break your braids. Zong Ming frowned.

"Yes, young master. ”

Li Fenggai grabbed the woman's shoulder, picked her up and walked to the carriage, and said with a sneer: "The young master is too merciful. This girl is actually very fierce, there is no need to pity her. ”

"I pity her for what to do. ”

Zong Ming laughed and said, "I just think these two braids are good, and I want to keep a souvenir." ”

As he spoke, Zong Ming flicked his fingers, and a sword qi tore through the air, and the two proudly erect braids fell in response to the sound and automatically flew into his hands.

The dumb woman's hair was already disheveled, and she lost her braid at this time, and she looked more and more embarrassed. One of her eyes was gouged out alive, and the only remaining one eye shone with a cruel light, staring at Zong Ming's face without saying a word.

"It's pretty stubborn. ”

Zong Ming looked at the dumb girl's resentful gaze to the extreme, and a chill welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and sneered: "But it's useless, the method of the immortal family, how can a mere war spirit resist." ”

Saying this, Zong Ming didn't want to face the dumb girl's gaze anymore, so he waved his sleeves and sent her into the carriage, and then said to the carriage again: "The person has been sent, and Uncle Lao has made a move." ”

"Hmm...... Huh!"

The man in the car suddenly let out an exclamation, as if he had discovered something incredible, which surprised him.

Zong Ming was stunned, a little dazed in his heart. He knew the old man's temperament best, and knew that his Qi cultivation kung fu had become a transformation realm, and now he was only facing a war spirit who was not much stronger than a mortal, how could he be so out of shape.

"Uncle Shi, but what's wrong......

The crowd didn't answer, as if they were checking something. After a long time, the old man's voice sounded again, with a hint of surprise.

"Second young master is a good fortune. ”

Zong Ming was dumbfounded, and later wondered, "Uh...... Please make it clear to Uncle Shi. ”

"This woman is different from ordinary war spirits...... Hehe, it should be said that it is different from everyone. ”...,

The old man's tone sounded complicated, with surprise, regret, and a hint of emotion.

He said: "If the old man's estimation is correct, after this woman dies, it is very likely that a resentful spirit will be born! If it can be cultivated, it will be a great help!"

"Wraith!"

Zong Ming was almost stunned by the surprise that suddenly came, and asked, "Uncle Shi, do you mean that kind of resentful spirit that contains extremely resentful energy?"

"That's right, it's a lot of resentment. ”

The old man said in a sighing voice: "Anything that has anything to do with the extreme is extremely precious. This woman has such a powerful obsession with mortal body, which is really unexpected by the old man. That's why the old man said that the second young master is blessed with a deep fate, and he is really a person who is favored by God. ”

Zong Ming confirmed that he had heard correctly, and said with great joy: "In this way, please be careful with Uncle Shi's spells, don't ......"

To obtain a wraith, it is natural to kill it physically. However, if the method of killing is not right, the other party's resentment is not enough, and it is very likely that it will be wiped out. Zong Ming was both worried and regretful at this time, secretly wondering whether to ask the woman back, even if he used all the torture in the world, he would let her have enough resentment, and then give birth to resentful spirits.

Compared with this, the murderer of the third brother is nothing, and it is not worth mentioning at all.

"Second young master, rest assured, soul searching is the most cruel thing in the world, the old man is at least half sure, this woman will definitely do what you want. ”

The old man understood his thoughts, and said eloquently: "Clean up the surroundings, don't affect the old man's spell." ”

"Yes!"

Zong Ming immediately responded, turned around, and shouted coldly to the surroundings: "Come back to me, take care of the surroundings." If there is the slightest noise within 500 meters, the young master will drain your soul!"

In a hurry, everyone extinguished the flames, and under the residual light, the second young master's face was distorted, and his expression was as hideous as a roaring demon.

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"What went wrong?"

Pierced by Ding Dong, Shisanlang didn't look so depressed, and said with a solemn attitude: "Weishenme can't talk to women. ”

"It's not that you can't, it's that you can't say too much. Men and women are ultimately different, and they express their emotions in different ways. The other party is a man who can hide it, but a woman is naturally sensitive, and if she thinks about it, she will be able to detect it. ”

Tinker Bell seized the opportunity to show off and said, "Just say that you just asked me if I was okay, the tone is completely different from that of a woman, and it is difficult to hide it." ”

"Ugh. ”

Thirteen Lang shrugged his shoulders and nodded, "It doesn't matter. As long as it's not a divine thought that sees through it, it's not very tight. ”

Now that the truth has been exposed, Thirteen Lang simply returned to his true nature, no longer deliberately pretending to be indifferent, and he was very free and easy. He took out a set of green shirts from the bag, and then began to undress and change clothes in public.

Ding Dong was startled and hurriedly exclaimed, "You...... What are you going to do?"

"Change of clothes. ”

"You ......"

Clankle Bell was shocked by his bold answer, and his face turned red and he didn't know what to do. Seeing that no one was next to Thirteen Lang to take off his robe and untie his belt, he could only stomp his feet and turn around, muttering in his mouth: "Don't be ashamed!"

Thirteen Lang ignored her, straightened his clothes and walked straight out of the secret room, as if he treated her as air.

"You...... Are you going to do it again?"

"Errands. ”

Looking at his look of no one in his eyes, Ding Dong secretly gritted his teeth, thinking that he had something to ask for after all, so he could only stomp his feet again, venting his anger on the innocent ground, and then quickly followed the pace of Thirteen Lang and walked deeper.

As he walked, Clank Bell realized that something was wrong. It's not that I'm fascinated by Thirteen Lang's looks, but that there's something wrong with the direction.

"Aren't you going to leave quickly?"

"Hmm. ”

"And you're still going inside?"

"Hmm. ”

“......”...,

Ding Dong didn't understand, and Weishenme Thirteen Lang suddenly became silent like gold. Peeking at her, she found that Thirteen Lang's face was sinking like water at this time, and his originally calm eyes seemed to burn, exuding a fierce light.

With just one side look, Ding Dong felt like he had been stabbed in both eyes. A heartfelt chill rose from her heart, and she followed Thirteen Lang's gaze, and immediately covered her lips with her hands, almost vomiting on the spot.

The large secret room, without any inhibitions, can clearly see the inside from the outside of the door.

It was a manure tank.

There were strangely shaped people in the pool, both men and women, all chained to the wall through their upper limbs, and their bodies emitted a foul smell. Half of their bodies are soaked in the manure tank, and the upper body is slowly rotting, and some thick fat maggots are burrowing in and out of the rot, busy and happy.

None of them were dead, and without exception there was numbness written on their faces, and among them was a young woman, who seemed to be new to the place, and was slightly better than the others. Finding that there was someone outside, the woman tried her best to turn her head to the door, her empty eye sockets had no eyes, but the meaning of her expression was clear at a glance.

She wants to die, but she only wants to die.

Thirteen Lang's gaze stared at the woman for a long time through Tie Shan. Clank Bell was closer, and vaguely heard him seem to be reading something.

"It's not my fault! ”

The smell in the air made people sick, and Thirteen Lang stood outside the door like a stake, and did not say a word. Ding Dong didn't dare to make another jingle sound, and said softly: "Brother knows her?"

"Hmm. ”

Jusan Lang's voice was muffled and deep, as if each word weighed so much that it took all the strength to get it out of his mouth.

But he still said, "Her father was killed by me." ”

“......”

Ding Dong didn't know what to say, so it took a long time to say in a softer voice: "I can't save it." ”

"I know. ”

Thirteen Lang agreed, and suddenly said loudly into the room: "Zhao Si is dead." ”

Echoes echoed in the room, followed by a slow silence. A few water rats crawling on the human body were frightened and sprang down into the manure tank.

Thirteen Lang paused for a moment and shouted again: "Zhao Si is dead, Zhao Siye is dead!"

This time, he used the power of True Yuan, and a huge echo reverberated in the quiet room, shaking countless living beings living in filth.

The woman's head moved, and she seemed to understand the words. Her head stretched out in the direction of the gate, and her face was barely visible, revealing doubt and inquiry.

Thirteen Lang nodded, regardless of the woman's blindness, nodded vigorously, and shouted, "That's right, Zhao Si is dead!"

The sound was thunderous, rumbling throughout the dungeon. Countless voices converged to form a huge wave of sound, as if tens of millions of people had gathered together and chanted in unison.

"Zhao Si is dead!"

In prison, the corners of the woman's mouth gradually tugged, and finally she grinned and laughed loudly. She had no tongue, only a few ho-ho sounds, but she seemed so loud and so cheerful.

More voices sounded, more and more voices sounded, and in the dungeon, it seemed that everyone was jubilant.

"I didn't do anything wrong, but I did it too slowly. ”

Thirteen Lang muttered to himself, waved his hand and released a ball of fire, which crashed into the black prison.

One fireball after another shot out, and one black prison after another turned into a sea of fire. In the midst of the fire, waves of sound burst out, shaking over the manor.

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