"A jug of wine is not enough."

After the medicine king finished speaking, he took a deep sip of the wine gourd and let out a long sigh.

"Five pots."

Chu Ci added.

"It's not easy to restore a completely alienated alien."

The sloppy old man had said to Chu Ci that each family had its own statement on demonic energy.

In the doctor's family, monsters are called aliens, and in the concept of the doctor's children, this is just a group of sick patients.

"Ten pots."

"Please also ask the seniors to help."

Chu Ci respectfully clasped his fists and saluted, he really couldn't give more.

In the past ten years, the daughter has a red ten taels and one altar, and the monthly salary of the deacon who patrols the building is only five taels.

"The old man practices medicine, and he always starts after seeing the payment."

After the medicine king finished speaking, he drank it to himself, and he had no intention of making a move.

Chu Ci was silent for a moment, then got up and left.

Seven days later, night.

The East House of the Small Courtyard.

Chu Ci looked at the gray girl huddled in the corner, his brows furrowed.

Tonight, it took half a year to buy off a deacon who collected medicine, and finally got the "person" out.

For a whole hour, the demonized Xiaobai just curled up in the corner calmly, not noisy or noisy, holding the wooden hairpin tightly in his hand.

'And sanity?' ’

Chu Ci remembered that the sloppy old man had told him about monsters before, after the demonization, his mind was completely lost, his temperament became extremely tyrannical, and his body was distorted and alienated, becoming an indistinguishable appearance between humans and ghosts.

After the white devil, there is no other change in appearance except for the skin and hair and the pupils becoming gray.

And when Chu Ci brought her out of the giant pit, she was extremely cooperative, and there was no tyranny at all.

"Come here."

Chu Ci beckoned to Xiaobai.

Xiao Bai, who was curled up in the corner, looked at Chu Ci with his head held high, his gray pupils were full of doubts, and then he got up very obediently and came to Chu Ci's side.

"Do you still know me?"

Chu Ci tried to ask.

Xiaobai just looked at Chu Ci blankly and didn't say a word.

"Do you remember your name?"

“…………”

After a few attempts, it ended in failure.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking wind sounded from the courtyard, Chu Ci grabbed the bronze mask and put it on, pushed the door out.

I saw that under the left side of the courtyard wall, there was a person leaning against the wall, with seven or eight crossbow arrows pierced into his left shoulder and left leg, almost becoming a hedgehog.

'The Mojia trick really worked. ’

Since he had the identity of a deacon, Chu Ci was able to easily pass through various dungeons, specifically looking for hundreds of capable people, and extracting skills from them.

"Zhao, Senior Brother Zhao, misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

The person who was half hit by the crossbow arrow was the deacon who collected the silver from Chu Ci for half a year.

And 'Zhao' is the original surname of Chu Ci's identity as a deacon.

It's still careless. ’

Chu Ci took a deep breath.

Although he has done a lot of watertight, he is still targeted by this goods.

If it weren't for the rash intrusion of this product and the trick set up by himself, once it was discovered that something was wrong, it would bring a lot of unnecessary trouble to himself.

Drawing his sword, Chu Ci stepped forward, ready to give this person the result.

However, a white shadow flashed, and I saw Xiaobai, who was extremely well-behaved in the house, pounced on the body of the medicine collection deacon like a wild wolf at this time, and bit the neck of the medicine collection deacon.

After a few howls of pain, the herb-collecting deacon lost his breath.

"Xiaobai, come back."

Chu Ci tried to shout.

I saw Xiao Bai, who was riding on the neck of the deacon who was collecting medicine, quickly stood up and looked back at Chu Ci, his mouth and face were covered with scarlet blood.

This scene made Chu Ci's scalp tingle slightly.

But in an instant, Xiaobai regained his well-behaved and cute appearance, and stood aside honestly.

Chu Ci stepped forward and came to the corpse of the deacon who collected medicine, and the bronze token on his waist could be seen.

As a monster, I'm not afraid of this token. ’

Chu Ci is deeply aware of the degree of intimidation of monsters by this token, even if it is the monster with the strongest breath in the giant pit, he will retreat after seeing himself show the bronze token.

This strength is too strong. ’

The dead deacon of collecting medicine is the same as Chu Ci is in the Refining Muscle Realm, although he was injured by a crossbow arrow, but being bitten to death by Xiao Bai is really an exaggeration.

After all, the copper tendons and iron bones are trained to be the body, and it is difficult for ordinary people to cut out the acquired masters of the tendon refining realm with swords.

"Go back to the house, and don't come out without my permission."

Chu Ci glanced at Xiao Bai who was standing next to him, and Xiao Bai obediently walked to the room when he heard the words.

"This is the way it looks, and it will definitely not work to abandon the morgue."

After sweeping the yard, Chu Ci found a corner and began to dig a pit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Xiaobai, who peeked at half of his head from the door frame, and Xiaobai instantly retracted his head.

After burying the body of the deacon who collected medicine, when it was time to wait, Chu Ci wrapped ten wine gourds in a cloth and prepared to go to the dungeon.

He planned to disguise the deacon's token as a drop, and then throw the deacon's clothes into the pit of the dungeon.

In this way, the chain of evidence is complete.

When the deacon went to collect the medicine, he accidentally lost the token used to suppress the monster, so he died in the deep pit, so that there were no bones left.

Just as Chu Ci was about to leave the hospital, the sound of commotion came.

There were cries of killing. ’

Chu Ci jumped onto the top of the plane tree in three or two steps and looked into the distance.

It can be seen that a hundred meters away, a large number of disciples of Dengxian Tower gathered around the three of them to fight.

A teenager and an old man, as well as a grown woman.

"Innate Qi Flow."

Chu Ci looked at the battle circle, these three people were obviously innate powerhouses of the third realm of martial arts judging from their moves.

The most obvious characteristic of stepping into the innate is to be able to release the 'Qi', such as 'sword qi', 'sword qi', etc., all of which are the same concept.

There is also a general term, Gangqi.

"The king of the clouds has arrived!"

At that moment, a voice came.

Chu Ci has been in Dengxian Tower for almost two years, and he has never seen what Yun Zhongjun looks like, and he is still a little curious about this evil person who was rated as version I by the luminous panel.

Surrounded by a group of yin-yang magicians in black and white robes, a figure slowly appeared.

The skin is like condensed fat, the face is like snow, the waist is slender, and the green silk hangs down.

The upper body is wrapped in a sacred bird bandeau with thousands of ravines, and the jade gold gauze skirt is divided into several strands from the waist, and the jade feet are hidden in the meantime.

The most impressive thing is that there is a purple sand in the lower half of the left corner of the eye.

'Woman? ’

No wonder the First Emperor had to bring Yunzhongjun with him every time he went on patrol, it turned out to be a good one.

However, Chu Ci was also puzzled in his heart, when the two apprentices of the sloppy old man were making trouble last year, he heard the roar coming from the fifth floor of Dengxian Tower, which was obviously a man's voice.

And the name 'Wu Fu' doesn't sound like a woman.

Yin-Yang Family? Hermaphrodite?

Looking back at Yun Zhongjun, Chu Ci's heart thumped.

Behind Yun Zhongjun, there was a slightly rickety figure, not tall, with wrinkled skin, a pair of eyes like a black hole and darkness, and messy white hair scattered wantonly.

A wave of anger rose from his heart.

'Scruffy old man. ’

Chu Ci remembered what the sloppy old man said before he died.

After his death, his body will be refined into a monster puppet by Yunzhongjun.