"It's not him!"

...

Several people from the Fierce Tiger Gang said that it was not the third son's scream.

So the question is, who screamed?

Jiang Yao screamed in fear, hugged Song Xin tightly, and her whole body trembled.

"Call everyone immediately and order the number of people!"

Jingwu immediately said, "As for this corpse, it's burned!"

As he said that, Jingwu made a move and a ball of flame appeared in his palm and fell onto the corpse.

The corpse suddenly lit up.

It quickly turned into ashes.

The group returned to the previous main hall and started to order the number of people.

Thunder faction, the number of people is just right.

The Beast Control Sect has the right number.

The number of people in the Ziguang Sect is just the same.

Xiaomingsi, the number of people is just right.

The number of the evil tiger gang is almost the same as that of the three sons who just died.

"Wait," Baojiang's face changed, "Where is a wolf, where is the tiger?"

Hu Zi, also known as Kang Hu, Kang Long's younger brother, was slapped by Baojiang in the afternoon and sent back to the room.

"Huzi, he, he seems to be still in the room," Yilang seemed to think of something, and his whole body began to tremble.

“Which room?”

"Follow... and the three sons!"

A wolf's head was covered with cold sweat.

"Master, look..."

Qianjiang wanted to speak but stopped. Now he felt his hair standing up and his scalp was about to numb.

"Lead the way and go and take a look!"

Jingwu frowned and said.

"Master, my legs are weak." The wolf's voice was filled with a crying voice, and he was very scared.

After all, he is just a flesh and blood body, and he is instinctively afraid and timid about such things.

"Hold him!"

The two monks stretched out their copper sticks, walked through the robe behind a wolf, crossed over and lifted him up.

After a while, everyone rushed to Kang Hu's room.

When I opened the door, I saw that there was not a single figure.

"Huzi, Huzi!!"

Baojiang shouted, but there was no response at all.

Kang Hu is missing.

No matter how they look, they can't find any figure.

"hateful!"

Baojiang's face looked ugly.

Until now, people from his fierce tiger gang have disappeared, just as if someone was deliberately targeting him.

"Strange, I have clearly set up a magic circle. Logically speaking, it is impossible for a sneaky person to come in." Jingwu said to himself, confused.

But why is a living person missing?

"What if this thing was done by a human?" Baojiang said coldly, looking at Shi Bai and others, and finally set his eyes on Zhan Wuque.

"Baojiang, what do you mean? Do you think it was my Thunder Sect that did it?" Shi Bai said angrily.

"Kang Hu had offended you before his words, and this may not be possible!"

"Fuck, my Thunder Sect is a famous sect. How could I do such a stealing thing?!"

Shi Bai was so angry that he immediately refuted.

"Amitabha, two donors, don't guess randomly before the truth is found."

Jingwu clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in his mouth.

"Hmph, let's go!"

Shi Bai snorted coldly and turned around and left.

The people gradually dispersed.

In the end, only Zhan Wuque and the monks from Xiaomingsi were left.

"Why haven't this donor left?"

Jingwu asked the Tao.

"The master hasn't left?" Zhan Wuque chuckled, came to the bed, and crushed a small pinch of white powder from a corner of a shadow.

"What is this?" Jingwu's eyes were filled with surprise.

"Resentment, extremely powerful resentment, there have been sneakers here," as he said, the small pinch of bone powder actually began to spread.

It disappeared soon.

"No, Jingwuguan Temple has laid a magic circle, and it is absolutely impossible for sneakers to come in!"

A young monk immediately retorted.

"You are right. You can't even see the secrets and secrets. Why can you be so sure!"

Another person spoke.

"Amitabha, what evidence can the donor have?"

Jingwu asked out loud.

"You have seen the evidence just now," Zhan Wuque said lightly, "I am frank, the magic subduing array you set up is enough to deal with ordinary sneaky, but it is probably not enough to prevent the sneaky ones in Liaocheng."

"Nothing nonsense. The magic array of our temple is the great formation of the temple. Even the sixth-level ghost king can stop it for a moment. How could it be as unbearable as you said!"

The monks shouted angrily.

A hint of anger appeared in Jingwu's eyes.

The magic subduing array is the most complete magic array that has been passed down from generation to generation in Xiaoming Temple. In the past wars and changes, countless monks paid the price of their lives to be preserved.

But now in Zhan Wuqiu's mouth, it seems that the magic circle is just like this.

"I'm just telling the truth. If you don't believe it, forget it," Zhan Wuque turned around and left.

Looking at Zhan Wuque's departure, Jing Wu thought carefully and said, "You will follow me to watch the magic subduing array tonight. I want to see which monster dares to come and do anything!"

...

One night passed quickly.

After Zhan Wuque returned to the room, he heard no accidents again.

But when the number of people was checked the next morning, something happened again.

Three people were missing.

One is from the Ziguang Sect, one is from the Thunder Sect, and one is from the Beast Control Sect.

The missing person in the Beast Control Sect was the only female warrior.

Zhan Wuque also had some impression of this woman, with a poisonous snake as thick as an arm on her body.

Like Kang Hu, he could not see anyone alive or corpses died. He searched the city lord's mansion but couldn't find it.

There were no signs of fighting in the room, as if it had evaporated out of thin air.

But there is a small pinch of white powder in the corner of each bed, which will disappear quickly once it encounters light.

"what is going on?!"

Everyone was a little panicked.

Jingwu glanced at Zhan Wuque and finally believed what Zhan Wuque said last night.

The magic circle seems to be useless to these sneaky people.

"I'm leaving here, leave immediately!"
To be continued...