The autumn rain is sad and bleak.

The cold is biting.

The sky is filled with an unknown gray.

From time to time, there were rustling sounds on the streets and the harsh sound of flower pots smashing.

Three people from the White Tiger Punishment Hall were moving forward, while Xia Ji and five others followed, and eight people were wearing common hats for the rain.

Wang Ao pushed Cui Jue's wheelchair, but the speed was not much slower.

After leaving for more than an hour, Wang Ao couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Yin, where are we going?"

The man from the Baihu Punishment Hall, who was leading the team, said: "This case is still confusing, and collecting information is one of the necessary steps to investigate the case. Now we are dividing up some troops."

Wang Ao couldn't help but ask again: "Why are there many people in the prison hall divided by Lord Liang?"

The man leading the team said: "It's normal. There are many villages in that direction of Lord Liang, and you still need to detach another team, so you naturally need to arrange more staff. You are still students now. When you really come out to do things, you will understand the importance of personnel allocation."

Wang Ao nodded as if he had understood it.

Xia Jizao knew what was going on, and he looked leisurely and didn't even bring weapons.

The glasses girl was talking to Wang Qiqi, and both of them hated the Xiaoyao Hou in their bones.

If it weren't for Xia Ji, Xiao Ying would be staying in the palace of the capital Nuannuan at this time.

Wang Qiqi sighed about the misfortune of fate and wanted to spend this life with such an embroidered pillow. I don’t know if this political marriage can work. After all, if the battle for the throne fails, it will be the end.

...

The words are divided into two ends.

Unlike the leisurely atmosphere here, it is in the mountainous area with the Tangmen and Jinzhu City.

The Taoist priest of the red robe who was respected as Taoist silly held a compass the size of a palm in his left hand and was moving forward carefully.

This is the precious demonic energy compass of the Taoist sect. To some extent, it is even more precious than the demonic energy doll. As for the talisman water, it is far from comparable.

The pointer on the compass suddenly trembled.

Dao Chi raised his hand violently, and the Taoist behind him and the elites from the Punishment Hall stopped immediately.

Lord Liang pressed down on the solemn white tiger hat, looked at the red robe Taoist, and said in a deep voice: "Master Chi Xiaozi, do you need to set up a formation?"

Dao Cai said: "No."

Everyone:???

"Don't stop, demon... demon..."

Everyone was shocked.

Demon? Where is the demon?

KAKAKAKA.

A tense voice.

"The demon...the demon is still far away. Let's continue to move forward."

Chi Xiaozi finally said the complete words.

Zhang Daolin turned around and said, "Don't mind, just get used to it."

He smiled calmly, and there was a soybean-colored gourd hanging around his waist, as if it was filled with water or wine, which was very Taoist.

The Taoist He was wearing a crane cloak, hanging his goat's whiskers, and half-held a handful of dust in his hand.

"Master Chi Xiaozi, Liang has marked the village where the few people who disappeared last night. If these marks are connected and a circle is drawn, the center of the circle will be our area at this time."

The Taoist in the red robe had wide eyes: "Demon...Demon..."

Everyone was shocked.

Demon!

Draw your sword quickly!

Kick!

Another mobilization.

Dao Chi finally finished speaking: "The demon can't run away, it's no longer here."

Lord Liang from the White Tiger Punishment Hall nodded: "It depends on the arrangements of the master."

He looked at his uncle with respect. It was no secret that he had broken through extraordinary things for his uncle Daoyi.

The Taoist Sect’s unique skills [Tianyuan Thirty-Six Vertical and Horizontal] He has reached the eleventh level. Other Taoists can only control two or three talismans at most. This Master Chi Xiaozi can already control sixteen talismans. It is said that among these sixteen, half of them attack, half defense, and one attack and defense, the master is simply invincible.

The confrontation between talismans and swords and weapons will be weakened, but it will be enhanced when dealing with demons. With the master in charge and the Taoist mysterious formation, it will definitely be fine.

But, why did this demon appear here?

Bu Lingling...

Bu Lingling...

The ethereal bell rang, but the group continued to walk into the depths of the mountain as if they had not heard it.

...

...

North.

"It's the third time that Dingbei Hou has come here in person... It's just a mere assassin sect."

The mighty old man's hair was a little white, but his eyes were full of spirit. He dusted his clothes and pulled his hood up, "Let's go, Lu Feng, Yi'er's revenge has not been avenged yet, and the prince is still waiting for me."

After a moment.

Dingbei Hou stood in front of the dark Blood Clothing Building again, and the door was locked.

The building is seven stories high and full of oppression.

Waited for a long time.

A man walked out of the building and said in the darkness: "Please come in with a distinguished guest."

Dingbei Hou asked: "Are you here today?"

A voice came from the darkness: "The distinguished guest has come three times, so the poster is here this time."

Dingbei Hou said sincerely: "That's what you have done."

The man in the dark also returned the courtesy and said sideways: "Please!"

"Dingbei Hou" Wen Changxiong could command a hundred thousand troops and was once a general with the bravest army on the battlefield. He could be a tiger general with a knife when advancing, and could be a fan when retreating, so he won the reputation of a marquis.

only...

In a peace era without war, his strength is nothing more than a first-class expert, and he is not even a top-notch one.

But if he arrives on the battlefield and commands the troops, let alone first-class masters, he will still kill even dozens of top-level ones. Even if he faces extraordinary things, he can gather military spirits and kill them directly face to face.

But now, he is just a first-class expert.

This is the tragedy of a military strategist who does not command troops.

Top floor of Blood Clothing Building.

On the dark big chair, a man in white clothes could be seen vaguely sitting upright.

"Marquis Dingbei, you are here."

"I want to ask the sir to kill someone for me."

"The cost of killing him is too high, let alone how did the general know that Wen Yi was not taken over by the demon? Why bother to remember this? Why bother?"

"I will never believe it! She is my daughter. As for the price, although the gentleman is proficient in assassination, he may not know the way of the court."

The man in white was silent.

The Marquis of Dingbei stood upright and looked at him straight: "I have been killing and fighting for my whole life and made countless contributions, but I was granted the Marquis of Dingbei. Xia Ji, who was in the royal capital, was given the Marquis of Xiaoyao in three or three groups of false and false contributions.

I am broad-minded, maybe it's just over, but what do others think?

He was granted the title of a prince, but he lost the hearts of the people. The demon queen had no virtue and would sooner or later cause trouble in the world. As long as he could succeed, I..."

"Dingbei Hou, we always serve as assassins for money, but some people cannot be measured by money. Your grandson seems to be the crown prince of the current dynasty..."

"The moment I took on this task, I had already gained the friendship between me and the prince, and I also had a lot of money."

The man in white suddenly kept silent.

He was thinking.

This may be the assassination he needed the most in his life to make decisions.

The Marquis of Dingbei was waiting quietly.

After a long time, the man in white said in a deep voice: "I am not enough, I still need... a real adult."
To be continued...