Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

The horse bandits killed Han Shizhong, who claimed to be the county magistrate, saying that he was the real county magistrate.

At this moment, even an abstract person like Zhou Li, who usually likes to pump the CPU like a top, was stunned.

no?

what?
Zhou Li was stunned, and so were the others. Zhuge Qing frowned, a little confused in his contemplation. But Liu Haizhu was completely covered, with a two-cake slipping in his hand and a six-cake under his feet, motionless.

As for Xu Xuan and Tang Wan...

These two things didn't even understand the initial situation. Without thinking, there would be no doubts.

"Little brother, don't panic."

Putting down the long knife in his hand, this man with a thick beard and small eyes but a very shrewd man spread his hand to indicate that he had no weapon in his hand. He looked at Zhou Li and said with a smile on his face: "I'm Han Shizhong, the magistrate of Anshan County. He has the power of a dragon or a tiger in his official position. Don't panic, little brother."

This Han Shizhong is not at all like the "stable county magistrate" that the official said. Instead, he looks more like a horse bandit who became an official, and his bandit spirit is particularly debauched. He looked at Zhou Li, spread his hands, and indicated that he had nothing in his hands and had no ability to threaten Zhou Li.

"So, you are the county magistrate?"

Zhou Li asked.

"That's right, I, Han Shizhong, have been loyal for generations."

He tapped the bronze medal pinned to his chest with his thumb. Han Shizhong took out a roll of paper and stuffed it into his mouth. He slapped it casually, creating a spark and igniting the roll. Looking at this scene, Zhou Li was stunned.

Yes, this is a cigarette.

“Things from Yunnan.”

As if he noticed Zhou Li's gaze, Han Shizhong raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "It's very refreshing to take a puff of cigarettes. If you're stressed out, just have one. Can you try it, little brother?"

"Forget it, I'm a reformist and only smoke e-cigarettes."

Zhou Li waved his hand and rejected Han Shizhong.

"Brother over there, let go of my brother."

Looking at Liu Haizhu on the mountain, Han Shizhong shouted loudly: "It won't look good if the misunderstanding continues like this. Let's come down and have a good chat. Isn't it better to clear up the misunderstanding than anything else?"

Liu Haizhu couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north at this time, so he could only look at Zhou Li and Zhuge Qing as if asking for help.

Zhuge Qing also sighed softly. At this time, she also came back to her senses. She secretly counted her fingers and got an idea. She nodded silently, and Liu Haizhu understood immediately and released the two and six cakes in his hands and feet. The two cakes glanced at Liu Haizhu angrily, but the six cakes were unmoved, just bowed their hands respectfully and left.

Soon, Han Shizhong and his nine mahjong horse bandits gathered together. Han Shizhong glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "Sixth son, take a look to see if it's those lunatics."

The man known as Liuzi took off the mahjong mask on his face, leaned over, stretched out his hand, and rubbed the head that fell to the ground. After a moment, he seemed to be grabbing a thread and tearing it apart with all his strength. The skin on his head was peeled off.

Under the gaze of Zhou Li and others, a face like Maitreya Buddha appeared on the severed head, with a weird smile that made people panic.

"Dad, that's right, it's those lunatics."

The young man known as Liu Zi turned his head, nodded, and said firmly: "The lunatics of the Painted Skin Sect, they are the only ones who know how to paint skin."

Damn it, I really want to escape.

Zhou Li sighed deeply in his heart, knowing that the fate of Gou Guo would not let him go easily.

The Painted Skin Sect is a magical and niche sect. He is said to be magical because the Painted Skin Sect believes in the [Faceless Monarch], an ancient god who even the Painted Skin Sect himself does not know who he is, what he looks like, and what abilities he has. The reason why he is said to be a niche is because what the Painted Skin Cult likes to do most is to seek death.

That's right, seeking death.

In other words, having fun. Zhou Li also looks for fun, but the premise of his fun is to have fun while ensuring safety, entertaining the public and making himself happy. But Painted Skin Cult is different. Their fun is very unique and usually their own.

Let’s put it another way.

Sitting and forgetting.

Damn it, this is all a conspiracy by Zuowangdao.

If it weren't for the fact that this world was relatively stable, and there wasn't some lunatic shouting "It's all fake, it's all fake" on the street, Zhou Li would have suspected that he had traveled to the wrong place, and that he should be restrained by a psychiatric suit now. poor man. But fortunately, these Painted Skin Cults are not as crazy as Zuo Wangdao, or in other words, Painted Skin Cults do not have the ability to implant falsehoods and modify reality like Zuo Wangdao.

But it’s pretty fucking abstract, okay.

Zhou Li took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then grabbed Tang Guan, who was watching the excitement, and said to Han Shizhong in front of him: "Master Han, I'm just a group of innocent passers-by. You are busy with your business, I will look for him in the snowy mountains." Snow Leopard went to smoke e-cigarettes, I won’t bother him.”

Zhou Li didn't want to get involved with such abstract things as the Painted Skin Sect, he just wanted to get out of here and not waste time.

"Little brother, don't be impatient."

Holding a cigarette and squinting his eyes, Han Shizhong said, "Is your surname Zhou?"

"My surname is Tang."

Zhou Li said calmly: "You can call me Tang Wan."

"Master Zhou, don't make such a joke."

Waving his hand, Han Shizhong smiled and said: "This Anshan can also be regarded as the Northern Ring City."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Li suddenly felt helpless. He shrugged and said, "Yes, my surname is Zhou, with the character "Li" in my name."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Han Shizhong smiled boldly. He looked at Zhuge Qing next to Zhou Li and said, "Is this Taoist Zhuge from Longhu Mountain?"

"It's the trail."

Zhuge Qing said calmly.

"It seems that I encountered it today."

Patting his thigh, Han Shizhong looked at Liuzi beside him and laughed loudly: "Little Liuzi, I will kowtow to your Uncle Zhuge."

"Uncle Master?"

Zhuge Qing was stunned, and so was Liu Haizhu, who had just come down from the mountain.

"Xiao Liuzi is my godson. I plan to live a while and let him go to Longhu Mountain to cultivate his moral character and cultivate Taoism when Anshan is peaceful."

Han Shizhong patted Liu Zi on the shoulder hard and said to Zhuge Qing: "A few days ago, one of your immortal masters from Longhu Mountain came to Anshan for business. When he met this boy, he said that he had a destiny for immortality and was ready to collect him. He was his disciple. But the immortal master seemed to have encountered something and left in a hurry, leaving me with time to send Xiao Liuzi to Longhu Mountain. It was a coincidence that I met the real master. "

"Immortal Master?"

Zhuge Qing was stunned for a moment. There were only a few people in Longhu Mountain who were qualified to be called immortal masters, but they rarely left.

"Yes, I still remember that the immortal master's name seemed to be..."

"Liu Kuang, yes, Liu Kuang." (End of Chapter)