The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

About three or four minutes later, Wu Qingcheng's face turned serious, and he ordered again: "The target is approaching, keep your eyes open..."

"Yes……"

The order was conveyed again, including Mr. Zhao, Jiannan, Lone Wolf who were guarding in the yard, and nearly ten old men who were not weak in kung fu all stretched out their fingers to wipe their eyes.

The rooster blood on the finger flashed red in an instant, and then all the members of the Xingzhong Society who were in ambush saw an incredible scene.

Nearly a hundred skeletons appeared outside the walls of the Xingzhonghui, driven by one red and six black old men wearing huge cloaks.

Although the people ambush here are all masters, they have never seen such a situation before, and most of them were so frightened that their hands and legs were cold and their faces were tense.

Don't talk about them, even Mr. Zhao and the others guarding the yard have horrified faces. This is too fucking evil...

"Don't be nervous, it's just that some dead things have been controlled by people, what are you afraid of? When those skeleton soldiers attack in a while, just use dog blood.

Remember, don't waste it, don't use the donkey's hoof first, there will be more powerful ones later..." Qingcheng ordered.

"Yes yes yes..." The order was passed down again.

In the room at this moment, Aunt Lin Fei Mo was pleading with Lin Sheng with tears all over her face:

"Wuuu... Lin Sheng, someone is going to kill me, please help me, drive that person away quickly, hurry up! Wuuu, why are you so cruel, we are husband and wife, how can you seduce outsiders to harm me ..."

But Lin Sheng had already sealed his eyes and hearing with skill, otherwise with Aunt Lin's pitiful appearance, Lin Sheng might have let her go.

Aunt Lin begged for a while, but seeing no effect, she suddenly let out a deafening whistling sound, her weak body was instantly filled with terrifying power, and she wanted to struggle out of Lin Sheng's arms.

Violent beast-like power emanated from her weak body, and there was a glint of light in her eyes. If Lin Sheng was not a transcendent master against the sky, Aunt Lin might really break free.

"Lin Sheng... how can you act like an outsider? He is harming me, he wants my life, we are husband and wife, how can you harm your wife with an outsider..."

Aunt Lin yelled hysterically, begging over and over again mechanically, if Lin Sheng hadn't sealed his hearing and listened to Solo's words completely, Lin Sheng might have ruined a big deal with just this one sentence...

At this time, Solo was sitting in the room motionless, like a wooden sculpture made of clay, his hands were in mudra, and he couldn't feel any vitality in his whole body.

And in another dark, cold, vast and boundless space, a strange man in his 40s was sitting by the campfire, his pale and handsome face was reddened by the light of the fire.

On his forehead is a colored fur belt decorated with shiny white seashells, and he wears a sheepskin cap.She wears a copper earring on her left ear, a gold earring on her right ear, and a necklace of agate and turquoise around her neck.

He was wearing a brightly colored robe covered with mysterious patterns, and leather boots with copper buckles on his feet.In his right hand he holds a short wooden staff spirally wrapped with copper sheets; in his left he holds a bronze ax with a wooden handle.

There are also two leather bags hanging around his waist, which contain copper knives, copper awls, copper axes and copper sticks, and at his feet, Aunt Lin Feimo looks like a pure and innocent woman, dressed in Not the whole body lying bruised and bruised at his feet.

Aunt Lin looks very young, she is not as old as she is now, and she is very beautiful, and her attire is full of royalty.

With one foot on Fermor's chest, the man was enjoying watching a group of painted witches dance around the bonfire in a strange dance...

These dancing witches wear robes with round collars and colorful patterns, and a palm-wide patterned belt around their waists. The mysterious patterns are simple and vicissitudes of life, and a knot that looks like a butterfly is tied on it.

The calf is wrapped with a three-finger-wide ribbon, and a string of brass bells is hung from the strap. The calfskin boots decorated with copper buckles are worn on the feet. On the leather boots, in addition to the brass buckles, there is also a brass brass bell. The "foot bell".

They held a single-handled single-piece drum in their hands, and they beat rhythmically with the other hand. They seemed to be in a psychedelic state during the dance.

Their expressions were in a trance, their bodies trembled, their eyes were dull, they shouted and danced wildly, and their "waist bells" and "foot bells" made crisp sounds...

In the dark and cold vast underground, the bonfire exudes a gloomy light, reflecting a group of wizards with claws and claws with hideous faces, and then disappears into the dark night in a terrifying blur, or reappears.

rumbling...

A burst of loud noise like a thunderbolt suddenly slid over this strange scene, scaring the witches by the bonfire, screaming and running away in all directions, and their figures disappeared into the bonfire in a blink of an eye beside.

The great wizard sitting by the campfire raised his head numbly and looked into the dark sky.

After the loud noise, in the ink-like sky, one after another of darkness was crazily spreading and surging around a certain point, and then a yellow spot of light appeared on the body of the witch in a flash. around.

The yellow spot of light rotated for a while and turned into an obscene young man. The whole body of the young man was covered with paper talismans, and his face and head were not spared. Only two eyes and a mouth remained.

The young man appeared, and the charms all over his body turned into golden lights and shrouded the wizard. The wizard stepped back instantly in fright, and subconsciously pointed at the young man with a wooden stick wrapped in copper sheets spirally in his left hand.

And the young man took advantage of the wizard's panic, raised his hand and hit Fei Mo on the forehead with a paper talisman.

Fei Mo, who was just about to disappear, froze, and flew towards the boy quickly.

The young man continued to cast out two more spells, Fei Mo's body flew faster, and flew directly to the center of the concentric circles in the dark sky where the darkness was surging.

Seeing that the young man took Fei Mo to him, the wizard realized that he was waving the stick in his hand at the young man again and again, but the stick did not move at all.

At this time, the young man with a wretched figure covered in charms slapped two paper talismans on himself again, and his figure quickly chased after Fei Mo the moment he captured Fei Mo.

It wasn't until this time that the wizard seemed to suddenly realize that the wooden stick in his hand didn't seem to be a magical weapon, and it was difficult to cause much damage to the opponent.

The wizard was so angry that he threw the wooden stick into the distance, and then threw the bronze ax with a wooden handle in his left hand towards the young boy in the sky with all his strength.

The moment the bronze ax was released, it instantly turned into lightning and slashed towards the young man, and the young man seemed to sense the danger coming, and suddenly threw a paper figurine backwards.

The paper figurine instantly turned into a glaring Vajra and waved the demon pestle to meet the bronze axe.

rumbling...

After a burst of blue smoke, the angry-eyed steel was destroyed, but the bronze ax was also blocked, falling towards the pitch-black earth...