It's late at night, the moon and stars are sparse, and Jinyang City is destined to be restless tonight.
The gate of the city lord's mansion collapsed, and Shi Ziming stepped into the mansion with a gloomy and terrifying expression.
Not long ago, all the five men he sent to monitor the city lord's palace had their soul-drawing lamps go out. He rushed here anxiously and found the location where the five men had been ambush. He saw blood-stained clothes and corpses all over the ground. None left!
The deaths of these five people were inseparable from his orders. In a rage, Shi Ziming summoned everyone from the Demon Slayer Division, destroyed the gate of the city lord's mansion, and rushed into the mansion, intending to find the culprit of all this and kill him. Cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!
Because there was too much noise, everyone in the mansion ran out, including the city lord Ye Heng and his son Ye Luoting.
Ye Luoting saw that his door was destroyed and shouted: "What are you going to do? This is the city lord's palace, it's not your Demon Slayer's turn to run wild here!"
Shi Ziming waved his right hand, and the hysterical Ye Luoting was immediately restrained and could not utter a word anymore.
"There is an evil spirit in the city lord's mansion. With the order of Demon Slayer Sizheng, I will conduct a thorough investigation of the whole mansion and gather everyone here. If anyone dares to disobey..." Shi Ziming put down the big wine gourd he was carrying. Just a bang was heard, the ground shattered, and cracks spread everywhere.
The threat is self-evident!
Ye Heng watched all of this coldly, with no intention of stopping him. Instead, he sneered: "Master Sizheng is so majestic. Do you know what the consequences will be if the Demon Slayer Division breaks into the City Lord's Mansion without permission?"
Shi Ziming smiled but said: "What the Lord City Lord said, what is trespassing? An evil spirit killed five of my brothers and then fled to your house. I am completely considering your safety.
Hey, you guys, hurry up and protect the city lord, don't let the evil spirit take advantage of it! "
After hearing this, several people immediately surrounded Ye Heng with their horns. This appearance was more like preventing him from escaping than protecting him.
The rest of the colleagues from the Demon Slaying Department entered the city lord's palace one after another and started searching. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
About half an hour later, everyone returned to the gate. Shi Ziming looked at the leader, Cang Feilan, and saw that the other party shook his head.
Nothing gained!
Shi Ziming frowned, and immediately used his ghost eyes to identify ghosts and recognize souls. He glanced at the people gathered in the City Lord's Mansion. Everyone's three souls and seven souls were complete, and there was nothing abnormal!
Ye Heng sneered: "It seems that our Lord Sizheng made a mistake and failed to find the evil spirit?"
Hearing this, Shi Ziming approached step by step and asked condescendingly: "Where is the seventh-level warrior who has been protecting your son?"
Ye Heng didn't take it seriously: "He is a human being, not a tied dog, can I still keep looking at him?
Wufu is very angry. He may have gone to a brothel somewhere. Master Sizheng is also a frequent visitor to the brothel. Why not go and find it? "
The two looked at each other, also in an invisible confrontation.
Seeing that there would be no results tonight, Shi Ziming turned around, picked up the big wine gourd, and strode away: "Let's go!"
"No!" Ye Heng looked as usual, but when everyone in the Demon Slayer Division left, his eyes turned completely black in an instant, and quickly returned to normal.
...
On the other side, Xinquan Street, Lao Li's house.
The dilapidated wooden door creaked open, and an uninvited guest came. With the help of the dim moonlight, he could see clearly that the visitor was the seventh-grade martial artist who had disappeared from the City Lord's Mansion.
Mr. Li heard the noise and walked out of the back room: "It's too late today, we won't sell wine."
Wu Fu did not open his mouth, but there was a sound inside his body: "Who would have thought that Li Yang, the leader of the Zhenling Army eighteen years ago, would now look like this."
Old Li narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Wu Fu: "The method of puppet corpse...heh, something that is not human, ghost or ghost, why come to me, a cripple?"
"Back then, you led an army of 100,000 people to fight against the Garuda clan at Zhenling Pass, and returned with a tragic victory. The soldiers who survived were corroded by the cursed fire, and life was worse than death.
However, Fengtian City turned a blind eye and did not send anyone to rescue you. As a result, all the returning soldiers except you were burned to death.
Don't you hate it? "Wu Fu's eyes glowed with a faint green light, like a will-o'-the-wisp, and his words were also provoking.
Lao Li's chest rose and fell slightly, as if he was remembering that time. Under his calm expression, there was hidden anger.
"so?"
"So...we come to you, hoping that you can join us, destroy Daqian, and reshape the world!"
The night wind blew, and the silence was eerie.
Lao Li didn't respond, and he laughed out loud after a long time.
"Why are you laughing?" The existence inside Wu Fu asked.
"I'm a little moved by what you said." Lao Li grinned.
"In that case..." Before he could finish his words, the shadows of the surrounding houses turned into huge black pillars, like a coffin, instantly burying Wu Fu.
Lao Li turned around and returned to the inner room again, laughing at himself: "If I agree to you and go to hell in the future, what will my dead brothers think of me."
On their way back that year, those surviving generals died in Jinyang City.
For him, it is not so much Jinyang City as Jinyang City.
This is his Li Yang’s city, and this is also his Li Yang’s coffin.
...
In the city lord's palace, Ye Heng in the dark room opened his eyes: "Ghost Bodhisattva, as you predicted, Li Yang did not agree to join us."
Three jet-black statues with six arms and three heads let out an infiltrating laughter: "These soldiers are all stubborn. It's harder to make them go against their true intentions than to make that big eater stop eating."
"How are you preparing? When will you start?"
"It's almost here. Everything is ready. There is only one opportunity left."
The two were still talking when hurried footsteps were heard outside the house.
Ye Luoting entered the house, carefully looked around, and then asked: "Dad, where is that Lord Ghost Face?"
"He was summoned by the Tang family of the Fengtian City Military Department and has left."
Ye Luoting breathed a sigh of relief: "So the two remaining warriors who came back from the dead were also taken away by him?"
"Yes, what do you want from me when you come here?" Ye Heng turned his head and looked indifferently.
Ye Luoting was shocked. He always felt that his father had become a stranger after the ghost face came.
"I want to ask, how to deal with Qin Feng of the Qin family next, after all, we have no useful people at hand.
But that kid always has a guard by his side. "
"We don't have to deal with this matter anymore."
When Ye Luoting heard this, he was full of confusion: "We don't need to deal with it? But dad, didn't you want to use his body to please the Tang family of the Ministry of War in exchange for the opportunity for us to enter Fengtian City?"
"I don't want to repeat the same thing again." Ye Heng stared at Ye Luoting, who trembled when he saw this, immediately stopped asking, and left in a hurry.
The three six-armed statues spoke again: "Qin Feng of the Qin family? Who is that?"
"It's just the son of a third-class Fengguo general who offended the Tang family of the Ministry of War. In order not to arouse Ye Heng's suspicion, I used his memory to make the plan.
Later, I saw that he had a good skin, so I just wanted to use it as a collection. He was an unimportant person. "
"Collection of skins, your taste is still so vulgar... I will be busy next and can't contact you anymore. You should keep a low profile."
"I'm waiting for your good news..."
