"The main reason why Yaksha is valued in the gang is because of the Dead Warrior Battalion. Hua Piaopiao's eyes shrank slightly, and she continued: "I want to let her lose this dead soldier camp first, and then let her go to the catastrophe little by little. ”

"How easy is it to let the Yaksha lose the camp of the dead soldiers? Not to mention the original people in the gang, who didn't really listen to us, even if they retrained new people, they couldn't be elected for a while. Hua Wuliu shook it, feeling that the idea was still too illusory.

"Mother, we have someone. Hua Piaopiao turned her gaze to Shangguan Feixue.

"You say he, he doesn't know any martial arts at all, and he's a child, how can he manage that dead soldier camp?" Hua Wuliu shook his head when he heard Hua Piaopiao's words.

"Mother, don't forget, Blizzard also spent time in the camp of the dead. Although he didn't stay long, he was familiar with it. On top of that, he arrives in the Dead Camp and can completely draw the attention of Yasha. Hua Piaopiao continued to explain to Hua Wuliu.

Shangguan Feixue listened to the conversation between Hua Piaopiao and Hua Wuliu, and was surprised, and didn't know how to speak for a while, just listened quietly on the side.

Seeing that Hua Wuliu was still a little uneasy, Hua Piaopiao said again: "Although Feixue is not very old, his mind is very mature, and he is alert enough, if he arrives at the camp of the dead, with our help, he doesn't need to do anything, as long as he can divide the attention and energy of Pretty Yasha, at that time, we will slowly seize the power of Pretty Yasha in a timely manner, and force her to death step by step." ”

"Don't forget, the people in the camp are outlaws. Feixue doesn't know any martial arts now, and if he goes there, he doesn't need to do anything, and the people in the Dead Warrior Camp can tear him apart. Hua Wuliu is still not very comfortable with the idea of Hua Piaopiao.

Hua Piaopiao smiled faintly, and continued to explain to Hua Wuliu: "As for martial arts, I can ask Steward Wu to teach him some, I don't expect Feixue to be able to fight the Yaksha, as long as it's about the same." We can first let Feixue go to the Dizi Department to take care of things, the people there basically haven't tasted any martial arts, even if someone can, it's still some of the original foundations, and it's not a climate. After Steward Wu trained for a period of time, Feixue can definitely deal with it. I just want to let Khayasha see the snow every day, and then not kill him. Let's slowly wear down the will of this pretty yaksha, and when the time is ripe in the future, we will get rid of her in one fell swoop. ”

Shangguan Feixue listened from the sidelines, feeling a chill from time to time. He didn't expect that Hua Piaopiao, who usually looks generous and amiable, would have such a deep scheming.

"Feixue, are you willing to help me do these things?" Hua Piaopiao turned to Shangguan Feixue and asked.

"I ......" Shangguan Feixue didn't know whether he could meet Hua Piaopiao's requirements, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Don't you want to avenge my father, or are you afraid?" Hua Piaopiao thought that Shangguan Feixue wanted to refuse, and her tone suddenly became cold.

"I agree. I'm just afraid of disappointing your expectations. Shangguan Feixue hurriedly explained to Hua Piaopiao.

"I believe in you. Hua Piaopiao saw that Shangguan Feixue agreed, and a smile immediately appeared on her face.

The preliminary plan was set, Hua Piaopiao and Hua Wuliu looked at each other and smiled, chatted with Shangguan Feixue about some other things, and left.

In the next few days, Hua Piaopiao sent additional guards to the gang, and Yaksha didn't dare to make any more moves.

A few days later, Shangguan Feixue's injuries had almost recovered, and news came from the gang that the gang leader Yang Haotian had returned to the gang with a ghostly envoy.

Shangguan Feixue didn't care about these things, but Yang Cai'er didn't, she was curious about everything, especially when she heard that the ghostly envoy was a strange person, she wanted to see it even more.

On this day, Yang Caier found Shangguan Feixue and pulled him out.

"Cai'er, where are you going?" Shangguan Feixue asked after Yang Cai'er.

"Where's it? Didn't you hear that my father invited a man named Poison Hand Sun? I heard that he was the envoy of the Poison King. Now he lives in the first room of the East Wing. Yang Cai'er said mysteriously to Shangguan Feixue.

"An envoy, what's there to see. Shangguan Feixue shook his head, not wanting to join in the fun.

"He's not an ordinary man, I've heard that his hands aren't human at all. Yang Cai'er described Shangguan Feixue vividly, "It is a ghost hand borrowed from hell, which can take people's lives in an instant." ”

"It's just hearsay," Shangguan Feixue didn't believe in these ghost legends at all, and said with a smile.

Seeing that Shangguan Feixue still didn't want to go, Yang Caier said again: "I don't believe in this either. So, I'm going to take a look. Seeing is believing. Let's go, come with me, and we'll come back with a sneaky look. I promise I won't be discovered. ”

Seeing Yang Cai'er's expectant gaze staring straight at her, Shangguan Feixue finally nodded, "Okay, let's take a sneak peek from a distance, and then we'll leave." ”

Shangguan Feixue and Yang Cai'er didn't find anything unusual after they came to the first room of the East Chamber.

"Let's go into the hospital to take a look, maybe the poisonous grandson is doing something in the house!" Yang Cai'er said to Shangguan Feixue.

Without waiting for Shangguan Feixue to agree, Yang Caier had already taken action and stood up first, tiptoeing into the courtyard.

"Come here. Yang Cai'er glanced back at Shangguan Feixue and beckoned.

Shangguan Feixue nodded and quickly followed.

"It seems to be here. Yang Cai'er pointed to a window facing the bedroom and whispered to Shangguan Feixue.

Shangguan Feixue nodded, put his finger to his lips, and made a booing motion.

Yang Caier motioned for Shangguan Feixue to dip her fingers in saliva, wet the window paper, and poked a hole. The two of them lifted one eye and looked inside.

Shangguan Feixue and Yang Cai'er saw that the room was filled with smoke, and a small white porcelain jar was placed in the middle of the table. At the table, a thin man sat cross-legged, his hands resting on the edge of a white porcelain jar.

What surprised Shangguan Feixue and Yang Cai'er the most was the man's hand, which was a pair of purple-black, extremely thin hands, as if a pair of skeletons were wrapped in a purple-black dry skin.

"What are you doing?" Shangguan Feixue said in a cold voice behind them.

"Daddy. Yang Caier turned her head, knowing that she had made a mistake, and stuck out her tongue.

"Why didn't you stay in the backyard, why did you come here?" Yang said unhappily