Soon Fan Nuanyang and his party were all tied up by Wuhuada. Except for the two legs that could walk, all other parts of the body were tied tightly.
The steward asked someone to tie a hemp rope around them and string them together, and then respectfully handed the end of the rope to Lord Wu.
Wu Dali nodded and said, "You did a good job."
"It's all taught well by you, my lord."
Wu Dali: "Don't say such nonsense, I will praise you later at Zhisou's side."
The steward looked at him gratefully.
Wu Dali felt that his eyes were strange, so he pulled the rope and left.
After the people left, the steward's originally bent waist slowly straightened up. He waved his hand and asked someone to clean up the ground. It was full of potholes. What would he do if he fell down later?
After watching his subordinates take care of the aftermath, the manager returned to the room with satisfaction. Lying on the recliner, he began to think about what he should do after getting promoted and getting a salary increase. He laughed out loud from time to time as he thought about it.
It was none of his business what would happen to those who were caught.
The Wu Dali people were tall and tall, and they walked with long strides. However, one of the ropes tied around their waists was very strange, which made them unable to mobilize their spiritual power for the time being, and they could only be treated so rudely.
Fan Nuanyang walked in front and kept calling Elder Xiong in his heart, but after hearing the words "this is what is necessary for experience", there was no sound again.
Fan Nuanyang cursed bitterly.
After walking for almost a stick of incense, countless tents appeared in front of them. The tents were of different sizes and shapes. Countless bees were still visible in the east. Wu Dali led them to an inconspicuous tent among them.
Wu Dali stood at the door and shouted: "Zhisou, I have sent someone to you."
A deep and vicissitudes of voice came from inside: "Come in."
Wu Dali pulled the rope head vigorously, and Fan Nuanyang stumbled a little unsteadily, and fell onto the third senior brother in front of him.
Fan Nuanyang felt a little embarrassed when he felt the strong muscles of his third senior brother.
Wu Dali got permission and directly opened the curtain and walked in. When he saw Zhisou writing something with his head down, he shouted: "Zhisou, you see I have brought you so many useful people, can you give me a few more bottles of honey?" , the previous bit was simply not enough to eat.”
Zhisou raised his head, and Fan Nuanyang lowered his head subconsciously when he met his gaze, his heart pounding rapidly.
The first reaction to the old man in front of me was danger, danger!
Zhisou slowly put down his pen and stood up. Wu Dali wanted to step forward to help him, but was rejected.
Zhisou looked them over from beginning to end without saying a word. He just kept staring at them with a pair of cloudy eyes. After a long time, he took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and force-fed them a pill.
He was obviously not young, but his hands were so strong that it felt like his bones were about to be crushed.
Fan Nuanyang, Ming Xiaobai and others naturally refused to do what he wanted and wanted to resist, but the next moment a stream of air hit them, they subconsciously opened their mouths, and then a small ball went directly into their stomachs .
After making sure that these people had swallowed the pills, Zhisou sat back down and waved to his men to take the people down and lock them up.
Immediately, some disciples shouted and said: "We are disciples of the Qinghaizong, you dare to treat us like this, do you not take our Qinghaizong seriously?
Just wait, if you dare to touch a hair of ours, when the sect finds out, we will definitely let you..." The next moment, his eyes widened, as if he didn't believe that he had been treated like this.
Then he fell straight down the next moment, hitting the ground hard, and at the same time, it hit Fan Nuanyang and the others' hearts hard.
Although there were monsters encountered along the way, everyone worked together and made it safely. Little did they know that the mission was the most dangerous.
"Keep it down. If the noise continues, there is no need to speak anymore." At this time, Zhisou's voice sounded like a reminder to them.
The timid junior sister squeezed directly to Fan Nuanyang, shivering next to her.
After all, this could be regarded as them witnessing death with their own eyes, and the person who died was the same disciple who had spent time with them day and night.
This move was very effective at killing chickens and warning monkeys. No one dared to act rashly until they entered the dungeon.
Wu Dali looked at the blood that was washed away and didn't care at all, and asked: "Zhisou, what should we do with those people?"
"I have my own uses." After saying that, he threw a token at him. Wu Dali happily caught it, said thank you and left happily.
When I left, I saw the body of the male cultivator who had just died being carried to the west.
Lan Annuo, who had been lying on the tree to hide his presence, saw two people walking over. As they got closer, a familiar face came into view.
Aotian said doubtfully: "Isn't this person always with Fan Nuanyang? Why does he look like he is about to die?"
Lan Annuo didn't speak, but it could still be seen that he still had a glimmer of life left.
Two servants stood at the door carrying the body and asked for information.
Soon Mr. Duan, who had gone in before, came out. When he saw someone, he asked, "What's going on?"
The servant bowed his head and reported: "Today, there was a monk at the foot of the mountain who tried to force his way in but was caught by Master Wu. Then he dared to yell at Master Zhisou, but Master Zhisou solved him with one move."
"Tch, you are quite courageous. Look, you still have one breath left, so don't waste it.
Come on, bring people in. The baby inside likes this kind of monk the most. "
Soon someone took over and brought in the monk who was only breathing his last breath.
The servant then said respectfully: "There are many monks at Zhisou's side. Master Duan can go to the dungeon if necessary."
"What's the origin?"
"It seems like they are all disciples sent by the Qinghai Sect to do the mission."
"It's all my fault that old immortal dared to report the news to Hai Qingzong. If Master Zhisou hadn't handled it in time, I'm afraid this matter would have been discovered long ago."
"By the way, how is the old immortal doing? I heard that he still has blood and is absconding. Have you caught him?"
"Caught him and put him in the dungeon."
"Okay, okay, the family is reunited! You really should take a good look at it."
After speaking, he waved his hand to signal them to leave.
After waiting for the others to leave, he went in for a while, then came out again, put the guards on tight alert, and then left.
Most of the guards below were just refining their Qi. Lan Annuo was one level stronger than them. After observing and calculating to determine that there were no traps around, he left carefully without attracting the attention of any guards.
Lan Annuo was in a wolf's den, so he was naturally careful about everything. He quietly released an inconspicuous insect and controlled it to follow it, while he hid in the distance and controlled it remotely.
Master Duan arrived at the door of the dungeon in a familiar way, showed his waist badge and walked in. Looking at the figure disappearing at the door of the dungeon, the insects lying on the big tree at the door of the dungeon slowly stopped moving.
