Zong Xian pondered the love and hatred of the broken leg bones, and picked up the short blade.

When I looked closer, I found that the knife was quite extraordinary, not only was there no rust, but the edge was still sharp, with a silver glow in the dim light.

He grabbed the short blade and slashed it at the corner of the table.

It's just a little sluggish, and the short blade has shaved off a small corner of the table like cutting tofu!

"Good knives!"

Zong Xian couldn't help but sigh in admiration and hung it around his waist.

Then he returned to the small chamber to check around and make sure there were no other treasures before returning to the stone table.

The harvest this time is undoubtedly huge.

The contents of the wooden box were worth a lot of money, just the two clay pots containing gold, silver and jewelry.

However, he did not rush to transfer the gold and silver first, but came to the corpse of the broken leg and bowed respectfully.

This is a legacy of the predecessors, and it needs to be feared.

"It must be unpleasant to stay in such a damp and cramped secret room, right?"

Zong Xian muttered softly to himself.

Then he crouched down, and with great care, he put away all the bones of his broken leg and put them into the rotten brocade robe he had worn before his death.

The garment could no longer be worn, but it was still fine to pack the bones.

He returned to the surface with the burden of bones on his shoulder.

A pit was dug in the yard on the spot to bury the bones, which was considered to be buried in the ground.

After doing this, Zong Xian felt a lot more comfortable, and after going down the well again, he brought out the two crockpots.

He picked up a few pieces of black mud and put them on the mouth of the can, preparing to leave with the two crockpots.

In his opinion, it is definitely safer to carry two dirty crockpots than to carry a bag with a bulging bag.

Zong Xian put the crockpot aside first, climbed the wall deftly, looked left and right for a while, and waited until the laborers and pedestrians in the alley had left, then he picked up the crockpot and jumped out, Shi Shiran returned to the original road.

……

"I saw Pei Jingxiao, the first fierce general in western Sichuan, holding a pair of big axes, leading the warriors of western Sichuan to counterattack the evil demons, and everywhere they went, the demons were all beheaded..."

In a teahouse in the east of the city, a storyteller in the lobby is spitting about the outbreak of evil demons in western Sichuan.

When it comes to excitement, he also plucks the three strings in his arms a few times.

Demonic plagues, beast plagues, plagues, and natural disasters are known as the four plagues of heaven and earth.

Anyone with a little insight has more or less heard of some.

However, the territory of the Great Jin Kingdom was too big for ordinary people, and the thirty-six states each had one place, and many tragic disasters were greatly diluted when they came to Tianyun Prefecture.

Coupled with the low level of intellectualization of the people in this area, most of the poor people are busy making ends meet every day, and they have no heart to care about the life and death of other state capitals.

For these people, it is not easy to live, how can they have the spare energy to worry about the demon disaster and the beast disaster, as long as there is no disaster in Tianyun Prefecture, it is enough.

As early as a few years ago, it was rumored that the state capital had been completely reduced to a dead land, and occasionally there would be traveling merchants and homeless people from afar to bring relevant news, but in the hearts of ordinary people, they basically maintained an indifferent attitude towards those disasters.

The way of the world is like this, most people can only bear it silently, whether it is calamity or blessing, but that's it.

In the private room on the second floor of the teahouse, Qi Zhishang, who was wearing a "master's suit", was holding a cup of fragrant tea and slowly blowing the hot air on the tea soup.

After taking a sip, he put down his teacup and looked at an old man with a horse's face sitting across from him.

"So, those unconscious people when the Black Star fell were the so-called True Domain Demons?"

The horse-faced old man had a large black mole on his lips, and he looked cold and unsmiling.

"Yes!"

"Brother Qi joined the club late, so it's normal that I haven't heard of it!"

The old man nodded, suddenly reached out and took out a letter scroll from his arms, flicked his fingers, and the letter scroll stood firmly in front of Qi Zhishang's desk.

"This is a letter from the Zuo General to Brother Qi, please look at it later."

"The latest news about Tianyun Prefecture is that the Pure Lotus Sect has temporarily left this place and gone to the Southern Prefecture to complete the Yin Chen Dharma Sacrifice while the chaotic army is conquering."

"In addition, those idiots of the Extreme Martial Alliance also know the approximate time of the appearance of the Lingmen and the catastrophe near Bei'an, and there will be a few masters who will follow Nankaiwu, among them, Lin Xian, the genius swordsman who was born in Bei'an and has singled out the masters in the city for two years, is the most difficult!"

"Among the new blood masters that the Extreme Martial Alliance has absorbed from various states in the past two years, this son can rank in the top three, and his strength and talent even surpass many older generation powerhouses!"

Qi Zhishang listened to the words of the horse-faced old man, nodded a little absentmindedly, and then lowered his head and thought for a while

"When the calamity comes, I don't know how many innocent people will die in vain."

"I've trekked here with Yan'er before, and I've seen too many tragedies along the way."

"Is there really no way to solve the catastrophe?"

He looked up at the horse-faced old man, but saw that the other party shook his head abruptly.

"Brother Qi, you have read the secret scroll, you should understand that we are all descendants of the outcasts of the True Domain."

"This domain is a forbidden place that exists to seal the demon body."

"Legend has it that the Tianyuan Taishi Mountain and the Diyuan Juezhu Mountain, which stretch for thousands of miles, are the shackles that suppress this domain, and at the same time prohibit the aura of heaven and earth, we can only practice the subtle skills left by our predecessors, and the inheritance of various dojos is also incomplete."

"Every thousand years, the seal will be loosened, and the suppressed aura and demon body will erupt, and demonic disasters and spiritual gates will be formed one after another in various places, and new life will be born with destruction."

"This is the general trend of heaven and earth, even if there are thousands of you and me, we can't change it."

"It's better to prepare as soon as possible, take advantage of the opening of the spiritual gate to refine the martial body, and collect as many magic pattern spiritual weapons as possible..."

"And the True Domain Demon that occupies the body of the Great Jin Emperor is also about to awaken, and the more it goes, the more chaotic the situation will be!"

"Those True Domain people have tried their best to come over, they must not be well-intentioned, take care!"

When the horse-faced old man said this, the atmosphere became cold.

He got up and hugged his fists and left the box, and Qi Zhishang just bowed his head calmly.

When the old man was gone, he reached out and opened the letter.

What catches your eye is a white magnolia flower imprint:

【Zhishang:

This envoy has found a stranger for you in Su Chuncheng, and has set off by boat with the martial artist in the meeting before a breath, and it is expected to arrive in the near future

Magnolia will make the left: cold and speechless]

……

"I found it..."

"That's it, then let's train the two together."

Qi Zhishang's fingers burst out with strength, and after gently rubbing it a few times, the letter scroll in his hand was crushed into powder.

Catastrophe is the general trend of heaven and earth, and it is their inescapable fate.

Gangs, wealthy families, families, government offices...

When the time comes, when the heavens and the earth are in chaos, everyone will be unable to help themselves.

In troubled times, the millstone is rolling and turning, who can become a hero on the flesh and bones?

Thinking of this, Qi Zhishang sighed silently, and without the slightest interest in drinking tea, he got up and checked out.

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