Near the spiritual spring, a group of people stared anxiously and frightened into the distance.

On a clearing, the big people of Kuchaling were all wrapped in paper ash-like flying flotsam, hazy, and unreal.

"After this, a key member of Kuchaling has been wiped out, and there has been no movement for so long, I'm afraid it's hanging."

"To tell the truth, if Uncle Mu Feng's nephew is gone, he really has to beat gongs and drums to celebrate."

"But what about that weirdness, if it's really a bad omen erosion, Kuchaling will be gone. We also have nowhere to live. ”

Suddenly, the surrounding crowd fell silent, and if Tsubashi died, most people still felt happy, but the threat of bad omens was even more terrifying.

Zhong Min stood at the forefront, he never expected that he was unwilling to fight knowing the strength of the wings, and seeing that the mansion master was not very capable, he left first. A moment of hard work is the difference between life and death.

At this moment, he looked at his colleagues in trouble in the distance, but he could do nothing but comfort the villagers.

"Don't be afraid, the strongest defense force of Bitter Tea is inside, and the current state is just being raided by a bad omen.

Tsubamori-sama not only possesses auspiciousness, but also some treasures that resist bad omens.

The new lord of the mansion also has a nine-grade auspicious purple jade gourd, and they will definitely be able to turn evil into good fortune! ”

Hearing this, Yilingmin retorted.

"Mu Feng is evil, but his strength is indeed strong, and he is also capable of squeezing out the mansion master.

What is that Li He, he is only resigned, he doesn't dare to breathe in front of Yi Shou, and everyone didn't see the scene just now.

I heard that he is still a beginner, and even if this kind of soft melon egg becomes the master of the house, he has no future. ”

One person took the lead, and the others pointed the same point.

It's true that the people of the mountains are wrong, but everyone abides by the most primitive rules, if you are strong, I will obey you, if you are weak, you will not be able to survive in the wilderness.

Just as they were talking, the distant field that had been piled up with floating flakes suddenly shook.

The submerged crowd collapsed in an instant, and the sky was full of dust, and a person came out of it and slowly moved this way.

Suddenly, the Lingmin, who had just gossiped about it, became nervous and retreated.

Zhong Min was the only one who took the responsibility and stayed where he was, after all, if the bad omen killed them all and continued to erode the bitter tea, he had to inform the people in advance.

Moreover, he looked at the blurred figure, which seemed to be somewhat familiar.

When the fluttering was completely gone, a young man with a cold body and light feet walked out, his face was a little pale, like a blank piece of paper.

But Zhong Min, who was following alongside, could naturally recognize that this was the lord of the mansion.

"Zhong Min!"

Seeing Li He's cold gaze, as if he was being stared at by a corpse, he felt chills all over.

But as soon as the words came out, Li He's gloomy aura quickly dissipated, becoming no different from ordinary people, but his skin was still pale.

Zhong Min finally confirmed that it was Li He and cheered.

"Lord of the Mansion, you're okay, great!

Has the bad omen been dealt with? What about Lord Tsubasa, and the guards of them? ”

Zhong Min looked behind him, a little nervous, but he never saw a figure.

And as soon as he said this, the Lingmin who had just pulled their legs in the rear also turned around, looking at the lonely new mansion master, and for a moment felt that he was a little different from just now, but they couldn't say the specific content, as if their skin had just become paler.

Li He let go of his palm, and a handful of floc powder floated out.

"They're all here!"

The flotsam danced, dreamlike and ethereal, but filled with a pungent smell, like freshly burned ashes.

The people of Ling were dumbfounded and couldn't believe it, even though they hated Mu Feng in their hearts, but the iron-clad winged guard, the lord of the flowing water, was not a lie.

Zhong Min was the most surprised, unlike ordinary Lingmin, as a government judge, he had been bullied for many years, but it was precisely because of this that he knew Mu Feng's hole cards.

The Jiupin Xiangrui, which is about to wither, is the bitter tea root. On the surface, it has been lost for many years, but in fact, it has been hidden in Mu Feng's hands.

Not only that, Mu Feng was suspected of possessing an incredible strange magic weapon in his hand, which could temporarily affect and even manipulate bad omens. The disappearance of the previous lord of the mansion was said to be a bad omen, but it had a great relationship with Mu Feng.

Contacting the strange wooden house that happened to appear in recent days, Zhong Min felt that it was another trap for the mansion owner, coupled with Li He's words and deeds all the way, he was really a little optimistic about the other party, so he hurriedly retreated.

Unexpectedly, the one who survived would be a down-and-out child who seemed to be submissive.

Zhong Min didn't care about his previous attitude, and hurriedly greeted him, smiling happily. But after getting closer, he found that Li He's body was extremely cold, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak.

Li He glanced at the other party, not because he was deliberately embarrassed, but because after suppressing the troubled paper man, he was not properly controlled for a while.

He naturally knew how difficult Mu Feng's wing guard was, and he was able to persist until the end after the catalogue activated the dream. Even if the first one was named, he still relied on means and wit to delay it, and he was even more ruthless and even killed the nephew he cultivated mercilessly, he was a character.

Judging from the way the dream asks questions, there should be another bad omen mixed in. Judging from the attitudes of Mu He and Mu Feng, they may have set a trap with this and waited for the new mansion master to enter the pit.

endanger the spiritual spring and choke the way of his auspicious spirit. The people of Lingmin pay attention, if they retreat, the majesty will no longer be there, and they can only go back in disgrace if they lose the nourishment of the spiritual spring; If you enter, you will be ruthless and let the mansion master sleep here for a long time.

Yi Shou came forward again to clean up the mess, proving that only he Mu Feng had the strength to save everyone in Kuchaling. In order to survive, even if it is squeezed, it can only be so.

Unfortunately, that's all.

Li He's arrival, carrying a catalogue of bad luck, is the embodiment of disaster. The sudden dream completely disrupted the rhythm of the other party, after all, in the face of bad omen, all beings are equal. They will not spare you because of your evil or your good.

And the sinister in it is not something that Mu Feng can control at all, as the catalogue says, all the difficulties in this world are rampant, and the purgatory on earth is not terrifying.

If you dare to play with fire on this, you must have the consciousness of being burned to death.

Of course, Li He's now completely inherited the Bad Omen Catalogue, not to sit back and relax, but to be the beginning of the disaster.

Not to mention anything else, the Land of Calamity -100% is almost bound to bad luck. It can be said that where he is, there is absolutely a bad omen.

And he felt as if something ominous was locking him in the dark, right in that dream.

Then there is the plague of the paper man in Li Town, and since he inherited it, he found that there was a strange confetti scattered on his body, reaching into the distant darkness.

There was still a trace of blood-red lines before, and now it has been completely cut off, but this link is probably already there, and it seems that it can't be escaped.

The important thing is that Li He needs to find a quiet place to digest the benefits first. Stabilizing strength is the key.

But before that, he has two more things to deal with.

Li He looked at the audience with cold eyes, and none of the Lingmin who had whispered before dared to look at him.

"Mu Feng, who has been in trouble for a long time, is dead!

From now on, Kuchaling will be under my jurisdiction, and it will be no big problem to keep to yourself, and this is what happens to the lord of the mansion.

Remember! ”

Everyone leaned over and said yes, half-hunched, and they didn't dare to breathe.

But in Li He's eyes, which had become black like ink spots, the heads of the group of mountain people were wrapped in large, sticky tongues, covered with sharp needles, and they wriggled incessantly.

With each tremor of the giant tongue, they intertwined, and the pus raged on the tip of the needle, forming a larger invisible thing, like the pointed core of a venomous snake. Each of its branches was constantly absorbing nutrients, wrapping around the heads of the Lingmin as if they were provoking.

In a trance again, there were only the people who were only worried in front of them, what was so strange.

Li He turned to look at Zhong Min and spoke.

"Let's go, go to the bitter tea spiritual spring and have a look!"