His expression was dull, his lips curled up and he said, "Natuda, the leader of the Kabu tribe, only has one son." That was the tough guy who had just confronted Cui Simei, Naye.
Looking at his cold and indifferent brows, for some reason, Yu Jin felt that these words were like a vicious curse.
"Then the Cui family is completely finished now."
"That's not the case. Now that Tuda is strong enough, it's okay to have another child, but he has very high standards. I'm afraid he wouldn't bother to want ordinary beauties." He just finished his words.
Both of them felt that the tracking aura dissipated in an instant. They looked at each other, smiled, and continued moving forward.
At the same time, under the same sky, Cui Buqun at home received many pills and mental techniques for cultivation, which he had never dared to think of before.
"Oh, rubbish!"
Now he felt like his eyes were dirty even by looking at it. Cui Mu, the housekeeper, personally led several branch disciples to deliver these and some nutritional supplements early in the morning without mentioning anything about his parents.
He knew that this matter was not over yet. When the goddess of the Cui family came back, the whereabouts of his parents would still be revealed.
Throwing away the low-level elixirs in his hands, a flash of fire flashed in his eyes. He sat cross-legged and used the mental method that the man taught him to run around his body again. A vigorous spiritual power surged up and down his Dantian.
After a while, his spiritual power was slowly refined by him, "This is so amazing!" This alone allowed him to advance several levels in a row, and his whole body was as light as a swallow, like a divine aid.
However, he also understood that if he had second thoughts, all his cultivation would be in vain. He packed up his mood, changed into a white brocade robe and went out.
Along the way, everyone in the branch was respectful when they saw him, "Hey! Where are you going? Have you eaten? Your third aunt made some meatloaf. Come and try it." The person who spoke was a man in gray robe and satin. middle-aged man.
When I usually see Cui Buqun, he says "trash!" to the left and "trash!" to the right. Cui Buqun has already predicted their changes at home. The faces of these people are the same as those of the entire Cui family, which makes him feel sad from the inside. Feeling sick outside.
"Third uncle, please eat, I have eaten." Cui Buqun refused expressionlessly. Just ten steps past his door, he heard the pleasant-looking man just spit out fragrant words and cursed in a low voice: "What is it! It's not worthy." Master, let me speak."
Hearing his insults, Cui Buqun was not displeased, because this was what he expected. From top to bottom, from master to servant, the Cui family were all philistines.
In the Qinglingwan silk bag, Wuyou, who had slept all day long, stretched out and met the blue eyes that were gazing deeply as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Husband, I miss you so much." She threw herself into his arms and arched her head.
Her long-lost coquettishness made him happy, "You, take a rest when you are sleepy. These bad things cannot be solved in a moment." Ming Jiuye held her in his arms and scolded her gently. road.
"Yes, yes, I understand. By the way, did the registration clerk read it?"
"No."
She suddenly sat upright and said doubtfully: "Then Song Guan'er didn't submit the petition? You shouldn't! My husband is the master of Fengdu!"
Carefully tucking the white hair behind her ears back, he shook his head and said, "No, the thing was lost, and all the books with words in his study were gone."
Hearing Ming Jiuye say something was lost, Wuyou immediately gritted his teeth and roared: "Damn it! You asked that guy to take the lead again!"
Seeing her cheeks bulging like a frightened puffer fish, Ming Jiuye couldn't help but laugh out loud. He raised his hand and gently flattened her cheekbones: "It's okay, don't be angry. It's just that the paper file was lost. Where did it come from?" Parents will not be able to remember the day when their children died tragically, and by the way, the judge came to retaliate, and no evil spirits escaped from purgatory.”
Her eyes widened when she heard this: "Huh? Seriously?"
"My husband has also checked, and there is indeed no evil spirit that has escaped." What kind of thing dares to come to Fengdu to cause trouble?
She pointed at Ming Jiuye's new gorgeous brocade robe, which was also red, but a little prettier than the traditional robe. "A foreign ghost? Husband, why don't we go check the registration of Fengdu Shangdu Yamen?"
After helping her change into her underwear, Ming Jiuye unfolded her outer robe and said, "You just woke up. I'll help you with my brother's sleep later."
I drank digestion tea and overeated with a bad stomach. "Although it was a reproach, the tone was indescribably doting.
"Hee hee... the people are so enthusiastic, how could I know that my stomach is so unsatisfactory!" He dressed slowly and leisurely, without any worries. Both of them enjoyed the time alone at this moment.
"Greedy", Ming Jiuye took the wooden comb to tie her hair. There were more and more silver threads behind her ears, but he had no solution.
"It's a blessing to be able to eat. Have you tried it, husband? It turns out that Fengdu has so many delicacies. It's really a worthwhile trip!" She naively thought she had tasted all the delicacies in Fengdu!
"Well, that's right! After tasting it, the people's craftsmanship is pretty good. It would be even better if the lives of the people in Xiadu could be better." Her hair is still half-up and half-down, with red pomegranate beads tied at the back of her head. With the shaking of Wuyou's head, he is charming and charming.
"I believe that under your leadership, the people of Xiadu will be able to get rid of poverty and become rich! Come on!" As if he suddenly thought of something, Wuyou's face froze, "Husband, almost all the Bai family are in Xiadu, and only a few are in Shangdu..." What's the connection here?
"Not all of the people who died in Xanadu were children. Some died in accidents, not unjust cases."
"All the children in Xiadu have died, and the ones in Xanadu have just begun...which means that the evil ghost must eat the children's spirit bodies to...maintain...mana? Or soul body?" What kind of evil ghost needs to be frequented? Targeting children?
"Could he also be a child?" Ming Jiuye asked, Wuyou immediately thought of the little ghost in the Song family, "Husband, where is that little ghost?"
"Throw him to purgatory. Don't worry, he won't be tortured for the time being." Seeing her standing in front of him with a new life, Ming Jiuye hugged her tightly in his arms again. When he heard the news that she was not feeling well in the Palace of Eternal Life, His heart suddenly stabbed, and he suddenly felt the pain of heartbreak.
Wuyou also wrapped his arms around his narrow waist and gently stroked his back a few times: "That kid shouldn't have that much ability. The big guy caught him with just one hand."
"As for ghosts, they are called ghosts because they have no real form and cannot be seen through. No matter what, you have to be careful." He explained uneasily.
"Okay, how many times have you read your husband's approval document?" She asked, and Ming Jiuye relaxed his arms and looked at her.
Not mentioning this girl, he had forgotten about the documents in that palace, "Uh... the tip of the iceberg, I will stay with you after my husband has finished dealing with it."
"Yeah." After the two hugged briefly, the team had also assembled.
The next day, Fengdu welcomed many strangers. They jumped off the carriage and Yihuang ran back and forth happily. When the people in Xiadu saw that Yihuang was so young, they all thought of their own children and stepped forward to dissuade them.
"You guys should leave quickly, it's not peaceful here."
"It's okay, we'll just stay here for two days and then leave." Nighthawk replied disapprovingly.
Not long after they entered Feng, Si Buyu led the hunters disguised as a caravan and entered the city gate.
After walking a few steps, the hunters saw several ghosts with long tongues chatting around a dead locust tree.
They saw that these ghosts' tongues were cut into three pieces, and they couldn't help but whisper: "What kind of ghost is this? See you soon!"
Zhi Si glanced at him and said with a smile: "You're a long-tongued woman! If you break the verbal precept, you'll become a ghost, and you won't be able to change your bad habit of making irresponsible remarks." As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in his face. Come.
"It's your first time in Fengdu, young man. You can easily get beaten up if you talk like this, do you know?" Several talkative ghosts gathered around Zhisi to gossip in order not to affect the progress of the mission.
The hunters had no choice but to leave first. Seeing these chattering mouths in front of them, the Chief's constant apologies were of no avail.
"Sisters, I was wrong. I never dare to do it again... Please spare me... Sisters, I was really wrong..." Zhiji swore that he had never been so humble before. It just so happened that the other party was still a ghost and would not listen to anyone at all. talk.
After several confrontations, they all ended in failure. Based on the survival instinct of joining if he couldn't resist, he strode into the big locust tree, found a clear area and sat down.
"This is my first time in Fengdu. What fun things can we do here?" As soon as the topic came up, I was still accusing him of being a talkative ghost who didn't understand etiquette.
Suddenly his grimace changed and he smiled and introduced the origin of Fengdu to Zhi Si, as well as the difference between upper Fengdu and lower Fengdu.
On the ninth floor of Purgatory in Fengdu, Wuyou was dressed in red and stood in front of the frying pan for frying ghosts. She saw Gui Cha holding extremely long chopsticks and frying ghosts. Her hands itched.
"I want to blow one up too."
As soon as she said this, the next evil ghost to be tortured quit.
"No, Empress, although you are the empress, I will only sentence you to a light explosion, so please let me go!" As he spoke, he knelt down, showing a stubbornness that refused to obey.
Wuyou was just talking casually, but unexpectedly someone questioned her and immediately wanted to prove it.
"You are so brave and self-destructed, it's you." He said and quickly took the pair of chopsticks from the ghost's hand without giving the ghost any reaction. He picked him up with the tip of the chopsticks and threw him into the frying pan.
She had just turned it twice when she heard a crackling sound in the oil pan. She was so frightened that she dropped her chopsticks and ran away in an instant.
When the ghost officer fished out the evil ghost, the evil ghost that had been lightly exploded had been blown into black charcoal. "Ugh... I'm bullying the ghost!"
Then she ran to the top and visited the Tongue Pulling Prison. She used a torture tool to pull out the tongue of an evil ghost. She pulled it out three times, and pulled it out in sections each time. It screamed so hard that some ghosts were frightened. Threatening to increase the sentence and go to deep prison.
"You're still crying after you've become a ghost. How embarrassing for a ghost!" She threw away the torture instrument, clapped her hands and shouted with disgust.
Seeing that each one of them suddenly became mute again, he curled his lips and said, "It's boring, where is the kid? Bring him to me."
After she finished speaking, some of the ghost servants were ordered to retreat and fetch the ghosts. The remaining ghost servants approached with tea and said, "Your Majesty, please."
"How many years have you been on duty?"
"Replying to your Majesty, I have been in office for many years." The person serving tea was a ghost servant wrapped in iron chains and shackles.
Twenty taels of silver was a bit too small, but in modern times it was still around eight thousand to ten thousand yuan.
At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.
Maybe he will accept it.
In addition, Qin Hu is also planning to draw a big pie for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu used to have money.
Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.
"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run, that's the only way you can survive."
In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, this body is not what he used to be. All he has now is a perseverance.
"Wait!"
Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. A reflection and a rustling sound that appeared just ten meters away from the camp aroused his alertness.
With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.
But should we notify Li Xiaokun?
Qin Hu hesitated a little. What if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.
If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on it, they will be killed without mercy.
"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."
Qin Hu crawled under the carriage and whispered.
But Qin An's next words scared him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"
What, there are no bows and arrows in this era?
Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.
Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.
"Come closer, come closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was sure that he was right.
The other party may be the enemy's scouts, called scouts in this era. They are trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.
Of course, if conditions permit
Maybe, you can also poison, set fire, or perform a beheading operation.
"one two three……"
He and Qin An lay motionless on the ground until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.
"puff!"
It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.
Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.
For the reliability of intelligence, the scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.
After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.
Then he strangled his neck with a wooden gun. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.
"Hoo, hoo!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.
Just to break the enemy's neck, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.
"Qin An, come here and help me search you."
Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.
"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, flags, kettles, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."
"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."
Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then filled him with water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes.
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Before dawn, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.
This was done to prevent others from taking credit, and he knew what kind of environment he was in now.
"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."
The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.
At first, he didn't believe it until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.
At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the result of the ten of us."
