When it was late at night, Zhao Xingyi, with the cover of the night, hid a few powerful disciples near the ancient well.

It is the time when Everrucida ripens, and the spicy smell spreads everywhere with the evening breeze.

Zhao Xingyi looked at the Wuzhuyu tree and was a little lost for a moment.

Fifteen years ago, Zhao Xingyi's parents were beaten to death in the street for secretly picking Wuzhuyuzi from a wealthy family. He became a fatherless orphan, wandering around with a skinny and skinny dog, begging for food everywhere. Sometimes when he was hungry, he would abandon his compassionate and honesty and rob the buns from the restaurant rudely. After being caught, he would insult and beat him.

What I remember most when I was a teenager was never the gentle and kind smile of my parents, but the feeling of despair of hunger and cold.

The person who rescued him in despair was Zhao Qi from the Gemini Sect. He first accepted him as his disciple, and soon after, he held a banquet to invite guests, solemnly recognized him as his adopted son, and gave him all the good skills of subduing demons and catching ghosts.

Zhao Xingyi knew very well that his adoptive father was not a good person. He didn't like to laugh. His face was always cold. His heart was as cold as his face, and he was not warm at all. He was cunning and insulting, and he used all means to achieve his goal. He had no principles, and no bottom line.

The principles of life he taught him were always extreme, dark, selfish, and vicious, without right or wrong, and without clear distinction between good and evil, and completely contrary to the just and bright outlook on life instilled by his biological father when he was alive.

But Zhao Xingyi had no path he could choose. At the moment when he became Zhao Qi's adopted son, he could no longer be himself. It was his adoptive father who saved him from the fire and gave him a second life, allowing him to go from a humble beggar to a famous exorcist, giving him a reputation and status that many people could not reach, so that he would no longer be easily trampled and bullied by others.

He knew that many people were calling him a slave and a broken knife for Zhao Qi to commit crimes. He could only ignore and ignore the cry of his conscience. His adoptive father ordered him to kill innocent demons and rob the inner alchemy, so he went to kill and rob. His adoptive father ordered him to disguise himself and kill Mu Changfeng, so he took his junior brothers to kill people by the Bailong Pond. His adoptive father ordered his soul to leave his body to monitor Mu Changfeng, so he left his soul to monitor Mu Changfeng and others' every move.

No matter what his adoptive father ordered him to do, Zhao Xingyi never disobeyed, whether it was a lackey or a slave, he had already died in the hunger and coldness of his youth. Now he is just a walking corpse who obeys his will. What kind of thoughts and souls, as long as his adoptive father is satisfied, he is willing to let his thoughts and souls see all the thoughts and souls.

Suddenly, an extremely slight sound of footsteps came, bringing Zhao Xingyi's thoughts back to the real world. In the hazy night, a man was wearing a black cloak, sneaking and tiptoing, gradually approaching the ancient well.

The wall made of stones by the well was more than ten feet high. The man was unable to move and jumped onto the Wuzhuyu tree. He saw the location of the ancient well and took out a white porcelain bottle. He quickly opened the bottle plug, threw it gently, and threw it into the ancient well.

Zhao Xingyi was overjoyed. When the man jumped off the Wuzhuyu tree, he rushed over with a quick step, raised his hand and sprinkled out mandala pollen, shouting: "I am sneaky and want to poison people. Finally, I will catch you. I will take you to the streets to show you tomorrow morning."

The man covered his face with his hood, staggered a few steps in the mist of mandala pollen, swayed a few times, and fell to the ground.

Zhao Xingyi was slightly stunned. He never expected that he would succeed easily. After all, he was not a cunning and intelligent person, and he did not think deeply about the suspiciousness of it. He immediately ordered his followers to: "Bind him tightly, block his mouth, and prevent him from speaking."

A short and thin disciple agreed and took out the rope he carried with him. He was about to take action, but he saw a glimmer of light in front of him. In a moment, the person who fell to the ground turned into a small kraft paper man. He had all his eyebrows and eyes, grinning strangely, as if he was mocking Zhao Xingyi's stupidity and incompetence.

The short and thin disciple was surprised and said, "It's not a real person, senior brother, this seems to be the legendary paper charm. Every move is subject to the person who made the paper charm."

Zhao Xingyi was surprised and confused. He put on gloves and carefully picked up the paper man. After a careful look, there was neither a pill nor a poison. The light curve of the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and his proud expression was as if he could piss off all living beings. He looked like Zhou Nianping, who could piss off people at any time.

He looked around again, and the residents had turned off their lights and fell asleep. Occasionally, they could hear a few low barking sounds, which were faintly restless and restless.

"Senior brother, what's going on? We can't hand over a paper man."

Zhao Xingyi only felt that this matter was very strange and had no other choice but to say, "Let's go, go back and discuss it."

As soon as everyone took a step, they suddenly saw Zhou Nianping falling from a nearby attic, holding a broken gong in one hand and a broken gong hammer in the other. He grinned at Zhao Xingyi, laughed at him twice, and beat the broken gong vigorously, shouting: "Come here, catch the criminals, someone here poisons people. Grandpa, grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters in Baiqiao Town, get up quickly to see the criminals."

The sound of chickens and dogs crowing immediately sounded, and Zhou Nianping kept beating the gong in his hand, which was extremely noisy and particularly harsh in the middle of the night.

Zhao Xingyi seemed to see an irreconcilable enemy and said angrily: "What are you talking nonsense? You are making a comeback and framed a good person. It is you who poisoned him."

Zhou Nianping ignored him at all and shouted at the top of his throat: "Hurry up from the bed in Baiqiao Town, everyone almost became a wronged soul in their sleep. The poisoned beasts are here, they are almost coming out soon, and they scratched him into a blood gourd at once."

Zhao Xingyi raised his fist to beat Zhou Nianping. The short and thin disciple tried his best to hold him up and said, "Senior brother, let's go quickly. When everyone comes out later, we can't argue in vain."

"I'm bastard, what can't be clear about? I haven't poisoned it, so I'm just waiting here. I want to see how this kid can die."

The residents nearby almost all came out, some were scared and sweating, some were sleepy, some were holding hoes and sickles, some were holding lanterns and candles, with different expressions, and their eyes were turned around on Zhou Nianping and Zhao Xingyi.

In order to take the initiative, Zhou Nianping used his spiritual power to roar before Zhao Xingyi could speak, "I caught the murderer."

Zhao Xingyi's face turned pale and said angrily: "Who is the gangster? He is a red-mouthed and white-tongued framed him randomly. There is a god three feet above his head. Be careful of retribution."

Several people in the crowd had followed Zhao Xingyi to Lingxiao City to capture the plague demon at dawn. One of them was old, with white hair and a floating beard, and very prestigious. They immediately stood up and said, "One of them is a disciple of Yulong Pavilion, the other is an exorcist who has been famous for many years in the Gemini Sect. One said that he had caught the criminal who committed the crime, and the other said that he was framed and wronged, who was framed and who was framed and framed. I can't explain it clearly in a few words. Anyway, everyone can't sleep anymore, so you can tell from the beginning that what was the sing in the middle of the night."

"Oh, old man, I am polite." Zhou Nianping imitated Mu Changfeng's gentleness and courteousness to his elders in the past, bowed respectfully and apologized: "I disturbed your dream in the middle of the night. I am so ashamed of me. Please do not remember the villain's faults and forgive me for my recklessness."

The old man gently touched his beard, with a faint smile on his face, and he was very kind and warm, "No wonder, if the facts are as you said, and he caught the criminal who intends to commit the murder, you are the benefactor of our Baiqiao Town. It is also worthy of everyone kowtowing you and thanking you. What are the crimes to be said?"

Zhao Xingyi said anxiously: "Old man, don't listen to his sweet words to fool people. I know him too much, he is disrespectful and violent, and he is full of cunning and evil plans. You can't believe his words."

The old man glanced at him gently, his eyes full of contempt and disgust, as if he treated him as a piece of rotten pork, wishing he could throw it away from afar and never see it again.
Chapter completed!