Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

"Gu... kill me."

Wei Wuzhong, who was pinned to the ground by Zhou Li's knee, made a trembling plea, "Zhou Li, I'm not like you. I can't...I can't say, let me die to save my family."

"and then?"

Zhou Li suddenly let go of Wei Wuzhong. He looked at him and said in disappointment, "Do you think I can't guess the person behind you? Or do you think the person behind you will believe in your loyalty?"

"Old Wei, don't be too confident. The Demon Management Bureau was established because of me. Do I still know the twists and turns behind it?"

After hearing Zhou Li's words, Wei Wuzhong suddenly had a strange look in his eyes.

"For the sake of being a classmate, I'll help you."

Zhou Li squatted in front of Wei Wuzhong and slowly said: "The king of the Han family is currently idle at home, Qianyun's grandfather is in power, but it won't be long before the king of Han will be reinstated. Go find him and talk to him clearly. The King of Han can protect you and your family, do you understand?"

"It's too late."

Wei Wuzhong smiled bitterly and said: "My family are all in Nanjing, and they are under guard. Once something goes wrong on my side, everything will be over."

"Then you die."

Zhou Li stood up and said decisively: "It's hopeless."

"what?"

Wei Wuzhong was stunned for a moment, and then a dagger fell in front of him.

"Gamble, if you lose, you die, if you die, you lose."

Zhou Li gestured, sat on the chair, and said boredly: "Old Wei, you know, you only have one life. It's useless to talk more now. It all depends on yourself."

Wei Wuzhong was stunned. He looked at the dagger in front of him, and then raised his head to look at Zhou Li, who had a dull look on his face. He was a little confused for a moment. But after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly smiled.

"what."

He let out a sigh of relief. Wei Wuzhong was still the same as Zhou Li remembered, always hiding himself. He looked at Zhou Li and said softly: "I'll bet with you."

"Then die."

Zhuge Qing seemed to realize what Zhou Li wanted to do, and there was a hint of surprise on his cheeks, but it was more of a matter of course. In other words, she wouldn't find it strange only when Zhou Li did such a thing.

Wei Wuzhong died.

Died by slit throat with dagger.

"died?"

The man in purple shorts held up the bamboo hat on his head and asked in a low voice: "Confirm again."

The little man dressed as a servant leaned down, pulled out a short knife, inserted it into Wei Wuzhong's heart, and stirred it hard.

"Changshi Zhang, he's dead, he's dead."

The little man wiped the blood stains on the knife, retreated to the purple-clothed man named Zhang Changshi, and said: "There is no breath and no life. Even if the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain come, they can't save him."

"okay."

Looking at the crushed waist badge in Wei Wuzhong's hand, Zhang Changshi sighed and said with regret: "What a pity, such a good boy. He was lucky to be loyal to the nine thousand-year-old man, even if he died a little bit A bit sloppy."

Looking at the ruins around him, Zhang Changshi squinted his eyes and looked at them carefully.

"Xiao Luzi, go read that scripture."

He pointed to the Tao Te Ching spread out not far away and said calmly. Xiao Luzi wore the clothes of a slave and ran to the Tao Te Ching with small steps. He picked up the scripture and handed it to Zhang Changshi respectfully without even looking at it.

"Ok?"

Narrowing his eyes, Zhang Changshi nodded meaningfully. He stretched out his hand, lightly touched some of the blood on Wei Wuzhong's chest, and began to smear it on the Tao Te Ching.

Soon, dozens of characters were stained with blood. Zhang Changshi recited quietly in his heart. After a long time, he closed the Tao Te Ching, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said softly: "This boy is really filial."

"Xiao Luzi."

Throwing the scriptures to the slaves aside, Zhang Changshi said calmly: "The names above will be taken to prison and peeled off. Ask them why the boy named Zhou entered the city. They are eating If you don’t report to our family that the talisman is missing, why don’t you search the whole city?”

"clear."

Xiao Luzi nodded and quickly flipped through the scriptures. Soon, he burned the scriptures with fire and retreated into darkness.

"Zhao Zhong... we are both the Ten Constant Attendants, it's really, alas."

Shaking his head, Zhang Changshi stood among the ruins of the small courtyard and murmured to himself: "I, Zhang Rang, have only a few good boys under my command. You are so arrogant and domineering that you will do harm even if you lose the dog charm." My men are dead. Fortunately, you are dead, otherwise, I would have taken a good look at you in front of Jiu Qianqian."

"but···"

Recalling the information left by Wei Wuzhong, Zhang An wiped his chin and said softly: "Even if you are dead, this debt cannot be recovered."

Crows were hovering high in the sky. He looked at the strange reddish-brown bird that seemed to be racing against him, bending and drifting, and let out a displeased cry.

Bi Diao glanced at the other party mockingly, then used a rattlesnake maneuver to get rid of the unwilling crow. In the process of climbing upwards, Bi Diao's eyes widened, and the bomb fell on the crow's head.

"Gah!!!"

The crow let out a roar, and he was very angry now that his face was covered with bird shit. Very angry. After seeing the sky-breaking blade wielded by Bi Diao, he got angry for a moment, and then left angrily.

Birds and grass, spiritual beasts.

At this moment, Zhang Changshi also ordered some young eunuchs outside the door. Soon, Wei Wuzhong's body was placed in the coffin and taken out of the small courtyard.

About two days later, the Demon Management Bureau was renovated, and their director was replaced by an ordinary spiritual master who had worked hard but had no achievements. The previous Lingqi master Wei Wuzhong claimed that he died in the line of duty and died at the hands of a fox demon.

Wei Wuzhong's body was buried under the locust tree in the south of the city two days later.

"Pity."

In the middle of the night, the man in black jumped out of his wheelchair, took out the shovel placed behind him, and said with emotion: "I thought the first grave I dug would be the grave of the prime minister's old dog."

"The main thing is that they are not dead yet."

Taking out a small shovel, Tang Wan said with a serious face: "But I think you can dig the graves of the Prime Minister's father and mother. I remember that his parents are dead."

"Definitely next time."

The man in black, Zhou Li, walked under the locust tree. He looked at the towering tree in front of him, spat on his hand, then waved the shovel and started digging the grave.

After about two minutes, Zhou Li and Tang Wan were hiding aside dejectedly, one holding a shovel and the other holding a small shovel. Zhuge Qing, who had a speechless expression on his face, controlled Wei Wuzhong's grave directly by controlling his native skills, revealing the coffin inside.

"So, the last step."

Zhou Li took a deep breath and slowly opened the coffin. In the coffin, Wei Wuzhong, who was wearing a shroud, said on his face that he would go to bed at the end of his life and never die in peace.

"Old Wei, let's take a gamble."

In Zhou Li's hand, the Dog Talisman began to emit a faint glow. (End of chapter)