Thinking that Yin Lingzi's death was due to the fact that the Xudu Army secretly sent assassination masters to lurk in the city during the air raid, and moved at the right time after nightfall, he lowered his head and took a final look at Yin Lingzi's body that gradually turned into dust, and after shaking his whole body, he gritted his teeth and said: "Lord, the last general will avenge you." ”。

After finishing speaking, his wings fluttered and he flew out of the building. Even if he wanted to follow Yin Lingzi's last wish, before he fled, he had to vent all his anger on the head of the Xudu army.

"Whoever is not afraid of death, come with me. As soon as he rushed out of Lanyue Tower, he saw a group of panicked sergeants coming from all directions. So he raised his anger and roared: "Kill into the enemy camp and take revenge!"

The sound was like the roar of a bell, and the sound shook in all directions, reaching the ears of every Escape God Army that had just gathered around Lanyue Tower.

As soon as the words fell, Ju Mang's wings were linked again, and a gust of wind was raised, and he took the lead in flying towards the west.

Through the cold moonlight, the Escape God Army vaguely saw Ju Mang's face full of anger passing over their heads, and then looked at the dilapidated Lanyue Tower, and probably guessed what was happening in the building; after a short period of stunned thought, they did not grieve, did not cry, but roared angrily and raised all kinds of weapons in their hands, and followed Ju Mang towards the west of the city to kill.

Driven by anger and hatred, the Escape God Army, which looked like mad dogs, rushed towards the Xudu Army like a torrent of embankments. The defense line around the edge of the barracks was instantly rushed out of a hole by them.

The hideous-looking Ju Mang took the lead and entered the hinterland of the military camp; he kept picking up the sword in his hand, killing the enemy when he saw it, and he was so frightened that he was out of a panic, and the soldiers who were slightly relieved were full of urine.

Angry shouts of killing, screams of pain and frightened curses resounded one after another in the camp of the Xudu Army, and after they were all intertwined, they rushed into the sky and resounded in the night sky......

After nightfall, after sending away all the ink masters in the Dome City, Lin Cong quietly brought the Xuanjiao disciples in the Dome City to the secret passage built by the Mo family.

In the dark, a ghost asked Lin Cong, "Master Shui, where are we going?"

Shui Ye is Lin Cong's alias in Xuanjiao.

According to the rules of the Xuanjiao, in order not to reveal the identity of each member, they all refer to each other by aliases, and they do not know who each other's surnames are.

In this way, even if a member is arrested by the enemy, and the torture cannot be sustained, the list of members of the Xuanjiao will not be revealed.

And the word Cong in Lin Cong's name, the homophonic word, is analyzed as from the water, so he simply called Lao Shui. The ghost who doesn't know the reason thinks that his real surname is Shui, so his downline members call him Shuiye.

"I can only send you here, there is no way ahead. Lin Cong stopped and said slowly: "Follow this secret path all the way forward, at the end of which I will tie ten tamed flying beast souls, ride them and flee quickly, flee back to Shuoyue Island, and report all the situation here to the Lord and the Mother of the Nation." ”。

"What about you?" asked one of the ghosts when he had finished speaking.

"I'm going to stay and finish my next mission. In the dark, Lin Cong groped and stretched out his hand, gently patted the shoulder of the ghost who asked the question, smiled slightly, and said, "Let's go, the city of the Dome is about to be destroyed, and you can't stay any longer." The green mountains do not change the green water for a long time, and we will have a period later. ”。

Although he spoke quickly and in a very flat tone, the ghosts suddenly felt a bitterness in their hearts, and they all lowered their heads in unison.

According to the rules of the Xuanjiao Sect, he can't ask him about the content of the ghost mission, so the other ghosts have mixed feelings in their hearts, although they are curious about what Lin Cong wants to stay, they can only guess in their hearts and dare not ask more.

"Let's go. Lin Cong waved his hand, and he was reluctant to let these subordinates go, although they had only been together for half a year, everyone had a bond with each other.

It's a novelty of sharing life and death, something that he can't experience even though he's just a inkman.

"Master Shui, be careful, we'll see you on Shuoyue Island. After a while, after all the ghosts bowed to Lin Congqi, they didn't say anything more, and reluctantly turned around and left.

Lin Cong stood in place, not speaking, if the lights in the dark passage were bright at this time, the ghosts could see the tears in Lin Cong's eyes the moment they turned around.

After the ghosts left, Lin Cong still stood in place, not moving, and I don't know how long he stood like this, when suddenly a muffled sound came from above his head, forming a deafening echo in the dark passage that trembled violently.

Lin Cong was relieved from the reluctance to say goodbye, and his instinct drove him to hurriedly squat down with his head in his hands, so as not to be hit in the head by the falling stones on the top of the dark passage.

After a long time, the trembling stopped, but Lin Cong's ears were still buzzing. He shook his head, shook off the dust in his hair, hurriedly took out the fire fold and lit it, and after looking around, he found that the secret passage was solid, except for a few small stones that had fallen, and did not collapse, he took a long breath.

Lin Cong stood up cautiously, turned around and cautiously turned back towards the way he came.

The violent tremor just now made him very concerned, what was going on, he must go up and see with his own eyes.

The further he went, the heavier the smell of blood permeated the dark passage, Lin Cong's brows furrowed on his face full of confusion, and he didn't go far before he turned a corner, Lin Cong was stunned, and almost exclaimed.

He could even clearly feel the cold sweat on his back oozing from under every hair that stood up.

Through the faint light of the fire fold, Lin Cong saw a human soul covered in flesh and blood, standing in front of him holding on to the stone wall. The blood stains were like bright red maggots, wriggling and swimming on the other party's face, making the other party's face even more hideous after seeing Lin Cong.

In fright, Lin Cong hurriedly took a step back and distanced himself from the soul opposite. At the same time, the vigilant eyes kept looking at the other party's cheeks full of new blood, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Who is this?"

"Lin Cong?" The soul on the other side, because of the backlight, could only look at Lin Cong behind the fire fold, but he still gasped and asked coldly: "Is it you!".

A murderous aura flashed on his face as he spoke, and the gaze in his eyes became vicious, and the knife in his hand had been raised and crossed his chest.

Lin Cong was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "It's me, it's me." As he spoke, he stepped forward to support the other party, this voice was familiar to him, it was Mo Zhai's!

"Lord Juzi, why are you injured?" Lin Cong helped Mo Zhai to sit down slowly, looked at the large and small blood marks crisscrossing Mo Zhai's body, pretended to be frightened, his hands trembled into his arms, and after groping, he took out a small medicine bottle: "Who hurt you?"

He just looked at it and saw that the wounds on Mo Zhai's body were all cuts, either caused by the blade, or the powerful soul qi or sword qi.

Presumably before, Mo Zhai had a vicious battle with a certain ghost. Perhaps, the shaking of the earth is due to him.

Mo Zhai was in severe pain all over his body, especially the Dao wound on his body, which was even more hot and painful, and after gasping a few breaths of cold air, he gasped and said, "It's Yin Lingzi." ”。

"Ahh Lin Cong, who had obviously guessed what was probably going on, continued to pretend to be stupid and said, "Lord Juzi, bear with me, and I'll give you medicine." ”。

Mo Zhai didn't speak, just nodded silently.

Lin Cong bit the cork on the mouth of the bottle and pulled it out, but he was quickly thinking of countermeasures in his mind.

The current Mo Zhai is weak due to his physical scars, if Lin Cong takes advantage of his unpreparedness to give him a fatal blow, he will definitely die.

And the entrance and exit of the secret passage are hidden, and they are not easy to find, plus Mo Zhai is a human soul, and he will leave a pile of clothes at most in this secret passage, and no ghost will know.

Thinking of this, Lin Cong gritted his teeth, but then he was stunned again.

After thinking about it, the inkers in the Dome City who were sent away tonight knew that he hadn't left yet. As soon as Mo Zhai died, even if there was no evidence, the ghosts of the Mo family would be the first to suspect him.

And Lin Cong still doesn't know where the Mo family's main altar is, as soon as Mo Zhai dies, he exposes his identity, not to mention, in the future, the Nine Shadows Kingdom will naturally know nothing about the Mo family's many actions.

If this matter was placed in front of Xiao Shizhu, he would definitely not hesitate to pick up a stone and smash it towards the back of Mo Zhai's head; after killing Mo Zhai, he would secretly imitate his handwriting and tone, and give orders to the entire Mo family.

But Lin Cong was not Xiao Shizhu after all, he was more careful in his work, and after weighing it again, he still carefully pressed the mouth of the bottle against Mo Zhai's wound, and gently shook the white powder in the bottle and scattered it on the wound.

When the medicine entered the wound, Mo Zhai clenched his fingers tightly in pain, took a big breath of cold air, and a layer of fine sweat immediately oozed from his forehead.

This medicinal powder is nothing else, it is the deer live grass powder, it is very magical, Lin Cong just put it on Mo Zhai, and the wound stopped bleeding and began to heal slowly.

"Why are you still here?" Mo Zhai, who slowly felt that the wound was not so painful, turned his head to look at Lin Cong, who was concentrating on giving him medicine.

"I just sent the last of the brothers away, and I was going to the news room to activate the mechanism in the secret tunnel, and the mountain shook on the spot. I hurriedly opened the mechanism and came out to check. Lin Cong casually withdrew a lie, which seemed very natural and without any mistakes.

"I see. Mo Zhai bowed slightly, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't find any loopholes in his words, so he didn't go deeper.

After all the wounds were dressed, there were already several empty small bottles at Lin Cong's feet. He silently inserted the fire fold into the crack in the wall, took out the bandage, and began to bandage Mo Zhai lightly one by one, at first glance, his dedication really looked like a human soul loyal to Mo Zhai.

"What should we do next?" After everything was bandaged, Lin Cong sat down beside Mo Zhai, and after taking a long breath, he untied the water bag on his waist and took a sip before handing it to Mo Zhai.

"I'll take you to general hibernation. Mo Zhai took the water bag and said slowly.