The moon hangs in the sky, the light wind blows the idle clouds in the sky, and the dim starlight falls, unable to illuminate the gloom in people's hearts.
In an old ruined temple, the clumsy statue of the mountain god had long since collapsed, leaving only half of its body covered with dust still standing there.
In the darkness, rustling sounds could be heard endlessly, and countless snakes, insects, rats, and ants were having a carnival in the shadows at this moment.
Zeng Mozhou raised the gourd on the side and poured the clear wine into his mouth. The hottest turbid wine in the world could not numb Master Buxu's mind. It just poured a spoonful of hot oil on the burning regret in his heart. Let the pain come more intensely.
This night is destined to belong to frustrated people.
There was an obvious stab wound on his chest. The winding wound, like a thousand-legged centipede, stretched from his left shoulder to his lower abdomen. From time to time, a drop or two of blood would spill out of the bright red flesh.
This is the knife wound left by Feng Buxing. The condensed fist intention of the fifth-grade martial artist is now penetrating the wound, and the only thing that can heal this wound is time.
Seven days.
It has been seven days since the situation in Jiankang City changed.
And every day for Zeng Mozhou was like suffering in the underworld.
Su Gui's killers and assassins are almost pervasive, and his whereabouts are under the control of the other party. No matter where Zeng Mozhou rushed to, he would be hunted down by men sent by Su Gui within a few moments.
And the root cause of all this comes from Lao Su.
Zeng Mozhou looked at his left hand. There was a shallow finger mark on the left palm, and it was this finger mark that became his shackles. Lao Su's casual finger almost completely affected the operation of his magic power, and even the magical powers that he used to be so handy in the past would now have some flaws.
And this was almost fatal to Zeng Mozhou, who was proficient in illusion.
The method of true illusion is like dancing on the edge of a knife. As long as there is a slight difference, it is the distance between life and death.
At this moment, Zeng Mo was severely wounded all over his body, and even under the siege of a group of fifth-grade people, he could only find a chance to breathe.
He slowly exhaled a breath.
The stab wound on his chest still sent severe pain, making him uneasy. Zeng Mozhou didn't know how long he could breathe. The Tiqi assassins led by Feng Buxing might not be far away.
It might even be worse, maybe Lao Su had taken some time out to prepare himself for the final blow.
Zeng Mozhou looked at the broken mountain statue not far away. This was almost his last chance.
The rustling sound continued, and a plump and twisted white cat had climbed to the top of the broken mountain statue at some point. Its green eyes were like burning will-o'-the-wisps, staring quietly. Zeng Mozhou's eyebrows.
It's like looking at some interesting toy.
Zeng Mozhou looked at the white cat, and the aura around him was pulling him, as if he was facing some great opponent.
At this moment of tension.
Squeak.
The door of the ruined temple suddenly opened. A stranger in sackcloth waved his sleeves and opened the half-decayed temple door. He carried four long swords of different colors behind him and wore a silver-white mask on his face. There were lines painted on it that looked like snake scales, and a pair of blue eyes looked at Zeng Mozhou quietly in front of him.
"You are finally here."
Zeng Mozhou raised the gourd in his hand: "Sooner or later, my head will be hung outside the Suzaku Gate."
The swordsman wearing a silver mask ignored him and just stood quietly opposite him. This man had a strange aura, as if anything approaching him would fall into some strange silence. When he stepped forward, After starting, the rustling sounds in the ruined temple stopped for an instant.
The surroundings were so quiet that Zeng Mozhou could hear his own heartbeat clearly.
The fat white cat slowly licked his paws and stared at him with a pair of eyes.
"Ancestor said that there are only a few people in Middle-earth today who are worthy of his attention, and Su Gui is one of them. Fist seals such as the Celestial Seal in your body can constantly interfere with your use of magic power, and can even seal it. The connection between you and the various laws of heaven and earth. Even if you are a master of Buxu, what percentage of your combat power is left? What's more, Feng Buxeng is chasing after you now. You can't stop his Annihilation Knife now. meaning."
The white cat's voice was hoarse, like an evil ghost crawling out of the ground, especially the hatred for infinite sentient beings in his voice that made people stand on end.
"If you are here to make sarcastic remarks to me, then there is no need to say any more."
Zeng Mozhou looked at the Taoist with four swords on his back: "When Daliang was founded, Yujing Tao was behind it. After the founding of the country, it was worshiped by the court for generations. Over the years, no matter what you want, the court has never given it. What a shame, now that Su wants to change the color of the mountains and rivers, are you going to stand by and watch?"
The Taoist didn't speak. He just stared at Zeng Mozhou quietly with his eyes filled with indifference.
The white cat let out a hoarse laugh, and the sound penetrated Zeng Mozhou's ears, making him even more angry.
"Hahaha, Zeng Mozhou, if you think about it carefully, wasn't it possible that the previous dynasty was established with the support of Yujing Dao? Not to mention your Daliang and the previous dynasty, since the Middle Ages, there has been no dynasty change in the south without Yujing Dao's figure, you actually expect them?"
Zeng Mozhou looked at the Taoist in front of him.
He knew that Yu Jingdao had a way of forgetting one's feelings, and any joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in the world were distractions that should be abandoned for these guys. To the Taoist in front of him, the sarcasm in Bai Mao's words was just a greeting like a breeze blowing on his face, and it would not cause any waves in his heart at all.
"Okay, then what are you doing here?"
Zeng Mozhou looked at the man and the cat in front of him: "If you want to see our jokes, just watch them with cold eyes."
The white cat opened its mouth, and although it was smiling, there was a kind of evil that cannot be described in words.
"Zeng Mozhou, did you make a mistake? We are here to collect debts."
"Debt collection?"
"certainly."
Bai Mao looked at Zeng Mozhou and said, "Don't forget what made you achieve this level of cultivation in the first place?"
"Years of hard work and a Taoist heart that has been tempered many times, otherwise what else can I rely on?"
Zeng Mozhou sneered: "Except for Your Majesty, Zeng doesn't owe anyone else anything..."
"No, no, no, think about it again, think about it."
The white cat smiled: "If it weren't for those few drops of blood essence from the ancient alien species, would you be able to get to where you are today?"
"you……"
Zeng Mozhou clenched his fists and stared at the person and cat in front of him.
Indeed, if it hadn't been for the adventure in the East China Sea, it would have been impossible for him to achieve Bu Xu's cultivation. But the essence and blood of the ancient alien species had already been refined by himself. How should the "debt" collected by these people be repaid?
"Without us, you are nothing."
The white cat looked at Zeng Mozhou: "You have two choices now. One is to let us get back what you owe. The other is to eat such meat pills obediently and follow us to the East China Sea."
The white cat opened its mouth as it spoke, and a small sarcoma rolled out of its mouth. The black sarcoma was suspended in the air, and countless silk-like tentacles extended from the sarcoma, shaking violently in the air.
Zeng Mozhou looked at the tumors in the air and swallowed his saliva.
"What if I don't agree?"
The white cat shook his head: "Then there's nothing I can do."
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