The stocky land dragon is being reported by an expatriate from the Lookout Hive.

"Fifty-seven corpses, sixty-six broken arms, eighty-one broken legs, and a number of unknown parts. ”

The earth dragon held a board clamp with a thick layer of paper, the handwriting on it was written with charcoal soaked in lard, the handwriting was thick but not penetrating the paper, and the adhesion was strong and waterproof, which was the only tool for recording written information in the field.

"Search all over the place. The land dragon handed the clip back to the dispatch staff of the hive in the watchtower and admonished: "Remember, you must search carefully, even if you bury it in the soil, dig it out for me, so many corpse puppets can't come out of thin air overnight, fifty-seven, such a large-scale movement will always leave some clues." ”

"A group of two groups will take all the corpses, broken arms, broken legs and scattered parts are all left, pack them and send them back, and send them back to the sealing room, so that those guys who are full of food and have nothing to do will study and study well, analyze the identity of the maker, and take the corpses back for safekeeping, and use the information we have to find out the identity of these corpses, but remember not to destroy the corpses, there may be people related to the deceased who come to the door to collect the corpses, and don't be left behind. ”

"Everyone should wear a potion-soaked towel to cover their mouth and nose while working, and have an antidote pill in their mouth, and be vigilant when they work, beware of these corpse puppets! ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

......

Under the command of the land dragon, all the dispatches of the hive of the watchtower on the scene began the recycling work in an orderly manner according to the division of responsibilities.

Among the twelve earthly branches, only the land dragon has been by Gao Lao's side all the year round, and his delicate mind and calm brain beyond ordinary people make him able to handle anything at any time, and this is something that few people in the twelve earthly branches can do.

The land dragon jumped off the stone on the foot, and ran towards a big tree, which was as thick as the waist of three adult men, and the land dragon reached out and knocked on the trunk, knocking like a door, and raised his head: "Landlord, things are arranged." ”

"Hey, your efficiency is still neat, and you don't even give the old man a nap. "A figure fell lightly from a great height, and fell silently, like a dead leaf falling from a tree.

"Landlord, shall we continue?"

Originally, Gao Lao and Di Long came out to observe this year's candidates, and they received information that there were living corpses nearby, and they thought about solving it, but they didn't expect that such a matter would be involved.

"No, I won't. The old man walked in the direction of the back and forth with his hands behind his back: "People are old, love home, go back." ”

With his back to the land dragon, the old man's face was not as relaxed as his tone, and he always felt that something was going to happen.

"In the end, it's still too soft-hearted. Gao Lao sighed in his heart: "If you feed that kid some gut-breaking pills or something before going out, and force that kid to stay at home and use his luck to force drugs, then he can go out with confidence." ”

Shaking his head at the thought of this.

"Let's go, go home—"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind rose, a rain of dead leaves, the wind stopped and the leaves fell, and the figure of the old man had disappeared without a trace.

Although he has been following Gao Lao all the year round, he will be amazed every time he sees this ghost-like light martial arts, and the land dragon sighed: "I hope that kid from the brocade mouse is not too much at home alone, otherwise I can't stop Gao Lao from losing his temper." ”

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The brocade rat was horrified.

No matter how troubled the rivers and lakes, the nine major sects still maintain a consistent low-key behavior, and they have always been obscure, but no matter what, the nine major sects are the peak forces of the rivers and lakes that have survived from the ink soil era, and the weak have been eliminated after experiencing the washing of the ink soil years, and the basic ones left are the sharpest steel at the edge of the knife, made him gradually lose his vigilance and awe of the Nine Great Sects, in his opinion, Rao is the nine major heads of the Nine Great Sects can only obediently obey the agreement with the Liyang Emperor, and they are all a bunch of old antiques who are corroded by time and power and waiting to accumulate dust.

But now, the brocade rat has found out that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

You can feel that the source of qi and blood in the body is damaged, and even the qi and blood running in the body begin to have a trace of obscure powerlessness, and the tide of the brocade rat has been wiped out by as much as thirty percent!!

The power of the Jin Mao rat is naturally more abundant than the power of ordinary people's blood and blood, and under the accumulation of resources in the watchtower, the Jin Mao Rat has discovered its own talent to the extreme, and has exercised a massive amount of blood and blood power that ordinary Jianghu guests dare not think of, although it is only three percent, but it is enough to be worth the total amount of the power of most of the ordinary Jianghu guests.

"Is this the heritage of the so-called old Jianghu sect?"

The brocade rat stared at the old head of the Tibetan Soldier Gate who was standing only three steps away from him, this distance was enough to make too many movements and changes too much, it was an excellent shot distance for any Jianghu guest, the brocade rat looked at the throat of the old shopkeeper of the Tibetan Soldier Gate at a distance of three steps in front of him, and he could take it into his hand with his hand and raise his hand, if it was before this, the malignancy of the brocade rat would definitely make a brazen shot, but at this moment it was wiped out of thirty percent of the qi and blood, and the brocade rat really didn't dare to make trouble anymore, just now his own tide was torn to pieces, If you make another move, God knows if this inconspicuous old head of the Tibetan Soldier Gate will tear it up himself?

But force is not the only way to bring people to their knees.

The brocade rat took out a white handkerchief wrapped in gold wire, wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and then withdrew it into his arms as if nothing happened: "Cough, I lost my mind for a while and made a joke, thank you for the reminder from the old master, now let's get back to business." ”

Xiao Long, who was dressed in blue and white, looked at the brocade rat with an unbelievable face except for the brocade rat with a pale face and forcibly doing nothing, there was such a shameless person in this river and lake.