At the exit of Vientiane Market, there are two figures guarding the door. The one on the left is tall and the one on the right is well-dressed. They are looking at each other like two door gods.
"Say, old man, Huabu, it's been so long, why hasn't that kid come out yet? Could something have happened?"
"You evil ghost is in the crow's mouth again! Firstly, this is the Vientiane Market, and secondly, the leader of the team has an executor following him, what can happen?"
These two are the old immortal and the opera ghost. No matter who speaks first, they will argue whenever they get the chance.
"Two, two! Little brother Wu Fan is here!" Just as the two were arguing, Feng Pocket was seen hurriedly running from a distance, winking.
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"Master Executor... uh, Bao Bao, thank you very much!" Wu Fan said as he threw the large and small packages on the ground, took out a white paper mask from his arms and handed it to Bao Luo.
"It's Bao Luo's blessing to be able to help King Taiyin. King Taiyin doesn't need to be polite!" Bao Luo hurriedly returned the greeting after hearing this.
Bao Luo originally planned to stay outside the auction house until the end of the auction, but he had to leave because something happened in the middle. But before leaving, he was still worried that it would be inconvenient for Taiyin King to hide his identity, so he brought a spare full moon mask for the latter.
Wu Fan had no intention of participating in the auction from the beginning, so he felt there was no need to keep the mask. Only after seeing Bao Bao's resolute attitude did he reluctantly keep him. Unexpectedly, he did come in handy at the last moment.
"I'm sorry that Baoluo can't leave the Wanxiang Market. I can only send you here!" After taking Wu Fan around for a few times in the Wanxiang Market, the two finally arrived at the exit of the Wanxiang Market, but Baoluo was still a little reluctant. She gave up, her face full of disappointment.
After a moment of silence, Baoluo finally managed to say: "Taiyin King, take care!" Then he bowed and retreated, turning around and leaving with the black-armored soldiers guarding in the distance.
"Old immortal, opera ghost, Feng Pocket!" Wu Fan greeted several people one by one, "It's been a long wait, are you guys okay?"
"What can happen to us? Thank you, little brother Wu Fan, for worrying!" Feng Pocket chuckled, and then suddenly lowered his voice, "Little brother Wu Fan, what happened in the auction house? How did I hear about it..."
Wu Fan frowned when he heard this, thinking that the old immortal must have said something to the wind pocket because he was not strict with his words.
"Feng Pocket, this matter cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Let's leave first and then talk about it." Although it is very safe here, Wu Fan always felt that there was a vague gaze on him from the beginning. , also felt flustered for a while.
"Oops! Little brother Wu Fan has thought it through! After all, we have been away for too long. Brother Teacup Ghost may have to wait impatiently!" Feng Pocket said, and rushed to the exit to explore the way.
Wu Fan nodded, and then asked Feng Qiu and Xi Gui to leave together...
Ever since he recognized Wu Fan as the class leader, this opera ghost has been very obedient. He didn't hesitate when he heard the words, and swooped into the black spots in Wu Fan's palm. On the other hand, the old immortal stood there blankly, with a worried look on his face.
"Old Immortal, why are you still standing there?" Wu Fan hurriedly reminded him when he saw that the old Immortal did not move.
Upon hearing this, the old immortal bared his fangs and said depressedly: "Sigh... The old immortal finally regained his freedom, but now he has not had the pleasure of it but he has to wrong himself and return to that scrap of copper and iron..."
"Evil ghost, since you dislike my pillar, why don't you just stay in this Vientiane Market? It shouldn't be difficult for a guy with strong limbs like you to make a living!" This sound of scrap metal made the opera ghost very unhappy and couldn't bear it. He choked.
"Hey! Old Man Huabu, you did remind me!" The old immortal grinned upon hearing this and smiled evilly.
"What did I remind you?" The opera ghost suddenly realized something was wrong and asked warily.
"Remind the old immortal to go out and settle the score with you!" The old immortal snorted coldly, then swooped into Bai Zi.
Wu Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly. Each of these two guys was older than the other, but they were two living treasures.
After gathering his mind, Wu Fan grabbed the two chess pieces and slammed them towards the exit in front of him. After a brief dizziness, the down-to-earth feeling came again.
"Huh..." Maybe it's because he stayed in the Vientiane Market for too long, but now that he returned to Fengdu, Wu Fan felt a rotten smell around him, which made people feel depressed, and he almost fell to the ground when he bowed. . Fortunately, he supported the ground with one hand in time and was able to stand firmly.
"What's going on here?" Wu Fan came back to his senses and looked around, but he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. He saw that the scene in front of him was very strange, not at all what he remembered.
At this moment, a familiar scream suddenly sounded from behind him: "Little brother Wufan, run away... uhhhhhh!"
He looked back and saw that Feng Pocket's bloated body was broken into two pieces in front of his eyes...
"Feng Pocket! Damn it!" Wufan's throat felt hot, and his eyes were about to burst out with fire. He looked back along Feng Pocket's remains, and saw a blue-faced ghost pulling the thin thread on his palm to slowly move towards him. Come slowly...
"Boy! If you're wise, hand over your valuables, otherwise...this is your fate!" The blue-faced ghost kicked Feng's pocket and said with a sinister smile.
"Is it you? As a member of the Gongdian! How dare you practice robbery here without fear of being caught and punished!" Wu Fan's face darkened. He knew the guy in front of him. It was precisely because of what he saw in front of him. This guy fanned the flames and caused Wu Fan, who had just joined the Gongdian, to suffer a lot! It's just...the face of this blue-faced ghost wasn't blue back then.
"Oh? You actually recognize me?" The blue-faced ghost was a little surprised. He subconsciously turned to the side and continued: "Well...as long as you can hand over the valuable things on your body, I...will consider sparing your life!"
When Wu Fan heard this, he just moved his lips, and then obediently threw out a small package in his arms: "I hope you keep your word!" After saying that, Wu Fan looked at the wind bag on the ground again, and turned around hurriedly to get it. Leave.
The blue-faced ghost's eyes flashed, and he threw the thread in his palm forward. However, when his eyes fell on the package, he frowned and stopped: "Stop!"
"I've given everything to you, what else do you want?" Wu Fan said in a deep voice.
"Ha! Boy! You can deceive others but you can't deceive me! I can smell your lies!" The blue-faced ghost kicked the package and scattered everything inside.
When Wu Fan heard this, he suddenly noticed something and gritted his teeth and said, "The bottle is on Feng Qiao!"
"Fart! I didn't find a dead gas bottle on this guy!" The blue-faced ghost sneered, "Boy! Your method of diverting attention is still a bit mature!"
Wu Fan's face gradually turned gloomy, and he said coldly: "If I guessed correctly, King Yishan sent you here, right?"
The blue-faced ghost's eyes trembled: "You...don't talk nonsense! I just happened to pass by here, and this matter has nothing to do with King Yishan!"
"But I never said the name of that thing from beginning to end. Since King Yishan didn't send you here, how did you know about it?" Wu Fan already knew it.
"I..." Fang Jue, the blue-faced ghost, lost his words and completely lost his face, "Hahaha... so what if it is? So what if it's not? If you hand over the dead cylinder honestly, I can still think of everyone. For the sake of the people in the Gongdian Hall, I’ll give you a treat! If not, then don’t blame me for being rude!”
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? Just come here!" Wu Fan's face turned cold, and he reached for his waist, and then secretly shouted, "Oh no!" He actually forgot that the iron rod was still in the hands of the man playing chess at the entrance of Vientiane Market.
"Boy! I just want to see how tough you can be?" The blue-faced ghost didn't know Wu Fan's inner thoughts, and had already wrapped the thread on Wu Fan's body.
Upon seeing this, Wu Fan hurriedly turned over and retreated, and then saw that a strange rock where he was standing before was broken into several pieces, which made it even more weird.
"Old man Huabu! Look what I said before! You also said that Yishan King looks honest and honest, but I can tell at a glance that this guy is not a good guy! How about it? How about it?" Just at Wu Fan While flying to dodge, the old immortal hiding in Bai Zi could only stare and babble.
"You evil ghost! I only said that he has a simple and honest face, but I didn't say what his character is..." The opera ghost is the best at recognizing people, so he was naturally unconvinced. "Since you are so accurate in judging people, let me ask you, do you What do you think of King Ben Lei?"
"This person has an upright personality, and logically there is no threat. However, guys with this kind of upright personality are often the most exploited by others, and this is what Lao Xian has been worried about..."
"No wonder you, an evil ghost, have been worried all the way. You are actually worried about this!" The opera ghost nodded slightly, and then sighed: "I just regret that my body is still in the hands of others, and I really can't protect the leader..."
"Old Huabu, what are you talking nonsense about? Hurry up and think of a solution!" The old fairy shouted hurriedly, ignoring the sigh of the opera ghost.
Hearing this, the opera ghost was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "It's so unreasonable! Such words are obviously the source of evil ghost like you!"
While Wu Fan had to dodge attacks from silk threads as thin as an ox hair, he also had to endure the bickering between the old immortal and the opera ghost. He felt bitter in his heart but could not express it. Fortunately, there was a gap between the blue-faced ghost's release and retraction, allowing him to take advantage of this opportunity to hide.
And during this period of hiding, Wu Fan actually began to miss his stone sword. Although this place doesn't look very beautiful, it is still a handy weapon. If you have it in hand, you may be able to cut the threads in front of you...
Thinking of Shi Qianbian, Wu Fan subconsciously looked at his palm, and then saw a red light flashing in his palm.
"Ah! This is it!" Seeing the abnormality in his palm, Wu Fan's eyes suddenly lit up and he secretly said: "This is the all-encompassing original fire!"
I had been thinking about how to cut the thread from beginning to end, so I ignored this kind of thing. If you can activate the original fire, you may be able to achieve the same effect!
Thinking of this, Wu Fan hurriedly concentrated his soul power, and then, a red light lit up in his palm!
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