Chapter Eighty-Five: Talkative Little Er
Seeing this, the shopkeeper became even more nervous, and his whole face was tightly wrinkled together, for fear of offending these people. The price of angering the monk, he, a small mortal, could not afford it, what if he clicked him off at once. Thinking of this, cold sweat began to break out on his back.
"Have you ever heard about the slaughter of that village at the foot of Mount Luoxia?" Luo Yang asked vaguely while biting on the baked cake.
"Ahh When Xiao Er heard this, he instantly relaxed a lot. It turned out that he was curious about the village and left him behind. It's not about looking for trouble. So he raised his eyebrows, and his tone seemed to be eighteen bends in the mountain road, "Guest officer, you can be regarded as asking the right person." Who doesn't know about this, I'm afraid it's spread all over the radius of dozens of miles. But when it comes to the specific reasons, I don't know too much. ”
Hearing this, Zhuohua raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, did he know everything? After thinking about it, she asked, "Then how do you feel that you are not afraid at all?" ”
"Hey, hey." The shopkeeper grabbed his hair with a smile, and said embarrassedly, "Actually, it can't be said that you are afraid or not, in short, those who are wronged and have debts and owners will not be able to harm us." ”
As soon as they heard this, they were even more confused, and everyone's mind was filled with a bunch of question marks.
"What do you mean?" Wen Yu looked at him indifferently.
seemed to be a little frightened by Wen Yu's cold temperament and attitude, the little second was stunned for a moment, and then continued to speak, "It's all my own sin." Back then, the woman who didn't say that she was a good person was a big devil, and she tied people to a pillar to burn them to death. Orphans and widows, that one is pitiful. How could it be the big devil? If I had to say, it would have been the soul that had come back to take revenge. ”
The little two squeezed his eyebrows and pretended to be false as he spoke, if he was given a piece of waking wood, he would give them a commentary on the spot.
Seeing this, several people helplessly supported their foreheads, they just wanted to find out the truth, but this person couldn't tell the point and the story clearly.
There was a lot of talk in the clouds, but they didn't understand this headless story.
Perhaps sensing that the air pressure was a little low, the little one shrank for a moment, "Guest officer, look, can I go and get busy?" The little two timidly glanced up at them, and immediately lowered his head.
"Go, go, go." Chang Qing waved his hand irritably. The little two immediately slipped away as if he had been amnesty.
"Actually, it's not completely unrewarded, it seems that this incident has some connection with the orphans and widows in the little second mouth."
Looking at Evergreen's obsidian-like eyes, it seemed to suck her in at once. Zhuohua's heart beat suddenly. She paused, then looked away in disgust.
This feeling of being out of control is terrible.
"Go to Frost Hall."
Rao had made a lot of mental preparations, but when they really arrived at the Frost Life Hall, they were still speechless in shock by the scene in front of them.
I don't know whose eyes were shaking the red that caught the eye, and the pungent smell of blood filled everyone's nostrils. That was the first time Zhuohua knew that it was really not an exaggeration to describe that the blood was flowing like a river. She pinched her hand hard and shook her head, which was a little swollen.
"Be careful." Han Xiu said coldly, "There is demonic energy. ”
"In the main hall." Zhuohua nodded in agreement.
The crowd raised their vigilance and walked towards the main hall.
Looking at Luo Yang's slightly nervous expression behind him, Zhuo Hua squeezed her hand with his free hand and handed her a reassuring look.
"Follow me, don't be afraid."