What followed was the usual sensuality, drinking and eating meat.
A bunch of already rude people who drank a little and didn't even know what they were.
Blowing all over the world, showing off how brave he is, showing off what powerful beasts he has hunted, and what dangerous places he has been to.
Occasionally, he also shows off how many humans he has killed.
Human beings are so weak that they don't even bother to show off.
Chen Qing calmly looked at the hands occasionally mixed in the dinner plate, silent.
After a while, a group of half-dressed Shura women came onto the field.
Should I say it or not, Shura women have incredible looks and figures.
And this dance is obviously carefully choreographed, and the movements are breathtaking.
It’s just that if I talk too much, the audience may not be able to see this book.
I can only regret to skip it.
When the party was over, Luo Luohong, Liupinsha and Chen Qing walked in front, followed by several Rakshasa followers from a distance.
Luo Luohong said: "Chen Qing, I am very satisfied with what you did today."
Chen Qing bowed slightly: "It should be."
"There will be a big task in the next few days, so you must do your best."
As an undercover agent, the safest way is to passively collect information.
The more proactive you are, the more dangerous you are.
Chen Qing thought of something and did not directly ask about the mission, but asked: "Shura, how should I choose my ten team members?"
Liupinsha said: "Bring one with an empty lock. How about I find the Ji family for you..."
Chen Qing said directly: "I hate the Ji family! I have a blood feud with the Ji family!"
The two of them heard what Chen Qing said. Look at each other and smile.
Chen Qing hates the Ji family to the core, but he can clearly distinguish between grudges and grudges, which is really admirable.
"Then there's no need to worry. Everyone in the Blood Shifu team is the key, so don't choose easily."
After finally saying goodbye to the two of them, Chen Qing looked solemn.
He went to a secluded place and took out the beetle skin: "The banquet has ended. It's urgent, let's have an interview!"
The two made an appointment and met soon.
Chen Qing got straight to the point: "You already know all the four tasks of the Blood Trial. Two people have completed the tasks. One is me and the other is Shura, named Bai Bailong."
"Finding Gaotian Yanyang, finding the prince, and finding evidence of the Ji family's rebellion. He can't complete these three tasks. There is only one possibility! The task he completed is to find you."
Han Yuan frowned.
He could understand that he couldn't find any evidence of Gao Tian Yanyang and the Ji family's rebellion, but why was Chen Qing so sure they couldn't find the prince?
Where does the confidence come from?
It's just that the two have been together for a long time, and he still believes in Chen Qing.
After a while, Han Yuan said, "Then what do you think we should do?"
"Ghost Controlling Army, you have to hide! After much deliberation, I can only hide in my little world."
Han Yuan nodded slowly.
Chen Qing, on the other hand, was amused: "You trust me so much? Are you not afraid that I will surrender to the imperial army?"
"I'm not in the mood to joke." Han Yuan frowned and said, "Move to your little world now."
After twists and turns, from the back of an old air-raid shelter, a very secret door opened. The inside looked like a tunnel battle in a movie. The road was not big but very complicated.
Not long after, I saw everyone from the Ghost Control Army.
Almost everyone was injured.
Some had broken legs and hands, some were covered in blood and no one knew whether they were alive or dead, and some had their heads wrapped with layers of gauze and were leaning against the wall to rest weakly.
Chen Qing's hand trembled slightly.
He thought that the situation of the Ghost Control Army would be very bad, but he never thought that it would reach this point.
This group of young men, almost all of whom are disabled, is the last backbone of mankind.
Chen Qing took a deep breath.
Everyone looked at Chen Qing in confusion.
Chen Qing changed his appearance, but it was not his original appearance.
The only people Chen Qing knows here are Zhou Yangqiao, Nightingale, and Gong Huagu, and the situation of the three of them is also very bad.
Han Yuan briefly introduced: "This is Jin Lin."
Golden scales?
Do I still have a code name in the Ghost Control Army?
"Don't talk too much, everyone, move to Jinlin's little world."
There was actually nothing left to pack, so Chen Qing brought everyone into the Ji family's small world one by one.
In other words, the fourth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.
"The commander really saw you right!" Han Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to take Han Yuan in, the Demon Suppressing Tower pushed Han Yuan out.
——To be precise, the Time Demon Suppression Tower pushed Han Yuan's Demon Suppression Tower out.
Han Yuan was startled, touched the necklace hanging on his chest, and punched Chen Qing's chest hard: "Damn it! I knew you had the Demon Suppressing Tower!"
"The time you were injured by the painting, there was nothing in the medical room, but you were able to get a knife while you were lying on the hospital bed!? I suspected that you had a demon-suppressing tower!!"
"You also lied to me and said that you had read the prophecy of the Demon Suppression Tower and knew that there was a ghost king in my tower!!"
"Do you think I'm so stupid? I'm Tianyuan Daozu! I'm very smart!"
"You are the young senior at the summit!"
Chen Qing: "..."
"You are quibbling!" Han Yuan said angrily, "You are quibbling!"
"It's okay, you're in a hurry!" Chen Qing rolled her eyes at him.
This time it was Han Yuan's turn to be speechless, a breath of air stuck in his heart, making him feel uncomfortable.
It's like asking someone why he jumped in line, and he just said "because I don't have the quality".
After a long while, Han Yuan cursed: "Damn it."
Chen Qing frowned: "I guess your tower can't enter my tower. What should you do?"
"As long as I don't have this group of people dragging me down, to be honest, I can go wherever I want."
This... is actually true.
Chen Qing thought for a while, "Has the content on the leather been completed?"
"Don't worry, I'm Taoist Tianyuan. One step counts as five steps."
"Then I don't care about you. I'm going to treat their injuries and break up the fight. I guess I'm about to start a fight with the Ji family."
Han Yuan nodded: "Go ahead."
"Take care of yourself."
"Take care of yourself."
…
In the palace of King Shura.
Xue Luohong stared straight at the little man on the table, his face as dark as water.
Little Zhuge is like a Q version of a character, with a big head almost as big as his body.
"Why did you ask me not to tell you just now?"
Little Zhuge said calmly: "My lord, the two Shura kings died in the battle at Chuntai Fang. Now that it has been confirmed that the Ji family has not rebelled, have you never thought of other possibilities?"
Xue Luohong's eyes narrowed, murderous intent bursting out of his eyes, and he stared straight at little Zhuge: "Dare to alienate my Shura relationship? Do you want to die!"
"It's just a weak body, it will die if it dies." Little Zhuge has a cute appearance and a milky voice, but he is extremely tough and looks like he doesn't care.
"You are my lord. It is my duty to tell you all the pros and cons. How to weigh them is up to you."
As he said that, he lay down in a wooden box not much bigger than a palm and stretched out: "My lord, don't forget, if you enter Chuntai Fang earlier that day, I'm afraid you will He’s dead too.”
"At that time, the lord of the human world will be the belatedly arrived King Shura."
Xue Luohong sneered: "Bai Long participated in the battle of Emperor Qin's Mausoleum that day!"
Xiao Zhuge yawned: "Young Master, I can arrange 300 such coincidences a day."
The blood energy on Xue Luohong's body was boiling, shaking the entire mansion, and the terrifying energy locked on Xiao Zhuge.
Little Zhuge said with a sweet smile: "Master, if you want to kill me, you can just send a pug. Why make such a big fuss?"
As he spoke, he picked up a lollipop as if holding a small watermelon, and tried hard to tear off the packaging, but failed.
The maid next to him seemed to be used to it. She took a step forward, tore off the packaging quickly, and handed it back to him respectfully.
Xue Luohong's energy and blood slowly converged, and he snorted coldly: "Speak! Tell all your thoughts at once!"
"Easy!" Xiao Zhuge pointed to the beetle hide on the table: "Let Qianji figure out what is written on the beetle hide."
"This is beetle skin! Do you know what it costs once?"
"Of course I know," Xiao Zhuge held the sticks in his hands and licked them: "Today, Chen Qing said that those ghost-controlling soldiers tried their best to destroy something before they died, and I'm afraid it wasn't the share they wanted to destroy. List, but this day’s cowhide.”
Xue Luohong was silent.
Chen Qing's words were confirmed by another Rakshasa.
"Okay! Calculate! Calculate! Then let Qianji do the math!"
There was a flurry of excitement in the throne room.
A large number of powerful ghosts were being held in custody and were dragged to death one by one.
This situation lasted all afternoon.
Finally, the palace became quiet.
Two Asuras carried a huge scroll with shocking resentment.
It was a rolled piece of parchment as big as a double bed.
Old, mottled, and covered in blood.
Little Zhuge looked at the roll of parchment with a complicated expression, his eyes red.
Xue Luohong snorted coldly and unfolded the scroll. The scroll slowly floated up. The black energy was everywhere inside, and the extremely rich soul energy was rolling. The temperature in the entire house dropped sharply. There was also a faint ghost roar in the black energy, and he roared back. Curses such as my fate will prevent Shura from being reincarnated forever.
Xueluo's red blood energy was released, crushing these recently dead resentful souls, and then he put his hand on the scroll: "Qianji, what was the last sentence written on the cowhide today?"
Endless soul energy was quickly collected into the scroll, including the resentful soul that had just died.
The palace shrouded in black mist suddenly became clear.
On Qianji, a line of black characters that could almost drip with ink slowly appeared.
Xue Luohong looked at these words and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
I saw it read:
"This Shura will never treat humans badly."
