Four black shadows leapt forward carrying the fierce and whistling wind, like meteorites falling from the sky and crashing several feet away.
The noise cleared away, revealing Ye He and four other Demon Palace disciples.
Behind Ye He was carrying a strangely shaped clay pot with strange patterns. As the body swayed, the clay pot also swayed slightly.
When the clay pot was shaken, there were bursts of water and a terrifying sound like crying and wailing.
Wei Junxian glanced at the strange pottery pot, cupped his hands and laughed loudly.
"Congratulations on returning home with a full load."
Ye He said with a dissatisfied look on his face.
"With hundreds of thousands of people's blood essence and blood not even filling a single jar, it's nothing like returning home with a full load. Wei Junxian, this is far from what you promised before. You'd better find a way to make up the difference, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what? Tell the whole story? Haha, let's not talk about how credible your words as a member of the Demon Palace are? Even if the emperor and ministers of the Dayan court believed it, so what, in the end they would still thank me for my help. I wish them to quell the banditry in Linzhou that has been raging for hundreds of years. Besides, Linzhou's spiritual energy is thin. These gangsters have eaten one meal without finishing another, and their blood and essence have dried up. It's not like you didn't know it beforehand. Why are you blaming me now? coming."
Ye He was a little dumbfounded when he heard this, his eyes flickered for a moment and then he said unwillingly.
"I don't care. Anyway, the price is too different from what was agreed upon in advance, and subsequent transactions cannot be made."
"Haha, I know you demons are all wolf cubs who can't get enough to eat. Take it and make up for the price difference."
Wei Junxian opened the folding fan and waved lightly at Ye He, and a wooden box the size of a palm flew out.
Ye He raised his hand to take the wooden box, first brought it to his nose and smelled it, and then opened the lid.
Lying in the wooden box were three avenue-shaped beads of different colors, emitting a faint halo.
The attributes of the three avenue-shaped beads are wood, earth, and water respectively.
Seeing Ye He looking at her with suspicion, Wei Junxian spread his hands and said.
"The trick of buying a casket and returning a pearl can only leave three at most. If there are more, it will be easy to be discovered. So that's it, love or not."
"It won't happen again."
Ye He snorted coldly, put the wooden box into the storage magic weapon, turned around to leave, but was stopped by Wei Junxian.
"Three Shushan disciples died, so I have to go back and give an explanation."
Ye He turned his back to Wei Junxian and thought for a moment, then suddenly smashed the chest of a fellow Demon Palace disciple next to him with a punch, and then kicked his neck with lightning speed.
The dead head flew high with purple-black blood splattered on it, and then landed at Wei Junxian's feet.
Ye He stretched out his palm and pointed it at the purple-black blood spilled on the ground and still floating in the air. The magic power in his body was running, and soon a drop of blood essence gathered in his palm.
After carefully putting the essence and blood of his fellow disciples into the strange clay pot on his back, Ye He's knees sank slightly, and then his figure suddenly rose up from the ground and flew towards the distance.
"Why, you two want to stay with him."
Wei Junxian raised his right foot and stepped on the dead head, smiling at the two Demon Palace disciples who were standing there with frightened expressions.
When the two heard this, they immediately turned around and ran away.
"Hahaha."
Wei Junxian laughed heartily and crushed his head to pieces with his feet.
"Senior brother, this is not good. I have to live better in terms of face."
Ouyang Liuyun looked at the broken bones and brains all over the ground and shook his head.
Wei Junxian waved his hand nonchalantly.
"I was just talking casually. It doesn't matter if I have this head. Who would have thought that Ye He's stubbornness would actually be taken seriously. Ouyang, you saw with your own eyes that those three fellow juniors died at the hands of the Demon Palace. , has nothing to do with me. When the old guys from Confucianism and Legalism start to question, Ouyang, you have to testify for me. What’s more, there are two witnesses, Bai Wuchang and Murong. It’s not to blame in any case. Come on me. Since you have decided to plant an informant around me, you must be prepared to collect the corpses at any time. Let’s see if those old guys dare to let go in the future... Oh no, they are reluctant to let go. Those old guys are actually the same as me. There is nothing I dare not do, hehehehe.”
Wei Junxian turned around and looked up at the tall and simple stone gate, with a smile on his lips and eyes full of expectation.
He was going to say something for the occasion, but he thought that he would lose in the end. His lips moved slightly, but all he could think of was a sigh in his heart.
Leave it to the next time you win to show off your power in front of your face, that way it will feel more refreshing.
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The clouds are as thick as ink, and the north wind is howling.
Zhang Cuilan raised her head, and a bit of coldness fell on her chapped and bloody lips.
Snowing!
He looked down at his dying brother Zhang Jun, who had only one left arm left in his arms and was covered in blood. Zhang Cuilan felt sad in her heart, but she gritted her teeth and held back her tears.
"Cuilan, old man Su can't stand it anymore."
Second Sister You used a broken spear shaft as a crutch, limped over and whispered.
Next to the scar on her face that was already hideous, a new wound appeared. There was no more blood flowing out of the wound, and the dark red and purple skin turned outwards, revealing the pale and bluish cheekbones underneath.
Every time she said a word, her wound would throb with pain. Even though Second Sister You had a resolute temperament, she still had to pause after saying a few words.
Zhang Cuilan nodded, first checked the gauze covering Zhang Jun's wound, then carefully handed it to Sister You to take care of, and then struggled to get up with her hands on the ground.
As the wind and snow increased, Zhang Cuilan glanced around and saw more than 300 people scattered around. Almost all of them were injured, their clothes were in tatters, and their spirits were low. They were worse than beggars.
There were more than a thousand people who escaped from Feng County. They died and fled along the way, but now only this few people are left.
Because the people in Xiangshan Village have practiced the art of body refining, they have rough skin and thick flesh, and amazing endurance. Although they inevitably suffered some damage after more than twenty days of defending the city, there are still more than 200 people alive. Come down. However, the original more than 3,000 defenders in Feng County and the more than 10,000 reinforcements from Linzhou's left and right guards now have less than a hundred people left.
When everyone escaped from Feng County, He Guangchang, the commander of the Linzhou right guard who was responsible for leading the team to cut off the rear, died in battle.
On the way to escape, Feng Youdao, the student and master of the Linzhou Prefect, died under a stray arrow.
Cao Changjie, the magistrate of Feng County, is missing.
Zhang Cuilan took a deep breath of the icy cold air and walked unsteadily to Linzhou Prefect Su Yunzhong. She knelt down and looked at the respectable old man with gray eyes and only one breath left.
"Jun...Brother Jun...are you okay?"
Seeing Zhang Cuilan, Su Yunzhong's eyes flashed with excitement. He grabbed the corner of Zhang Cuilan's tattered clothes with his dry hands and asked in a hoarse voice.
"My brother...is no longer seriously injured. He will be fine after resting."
Zhang Cuilan forced out a smile.
"That's good...that's good...without me being a drag, you...can escape faster...Nizi, don't think about reporting...find a place...hide...hide..."
Before he finished speaking, the dry palms holding on to the corners of his tattered clothes had loosened their grip and fell limply.
