The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

After listening to Zhao Xiaohua's words, Solo's eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a smirk on his face, wretched and flattering: "Old Zhao, your wife Ruhua's tomb is as big as The direction is found, but there is still a little trouble..."

"put……"

"If you want to see Ruhua, you need to bleed..." Solo said cautiously.

"If you dare to play tricks on me, you don't have to go back, just bury it on the spot..." Zhao Xiaohua stretched out her hand as she said.

"This...Naturally, hehe...This is natural, but I need more blood, at least a bowl?" Solo said with a smile.

"Yes..." Zhao Xiaohua didn't hesitate at all.

"Wuding, bloodlet Mr. Zhao..." So Luo ordered after taking a big sip of wine, feeling refreshed.

"Okay..." After Wu Ding agreed, he reached out and took out a dagger from his pocket. After searching for a long time, he only found a crystal cup containing red wine...

"Boss, is this okay?" Wu Ding was a little hesitant, this cup is much more than a bowl.

"Yes..." Solo nodded in agreement.

Wu Ding is really a fierce man, he directly bled Mr. Zhao in the past, and Mr. Zhao didn't even frown.

A cup of scarlet blood was filled, and Wu Ding returned to Solo's side.

Solo dipped his fingers into the blood in the red wine glass, and applied the blood on his lips and eyes. The red light in his eyes flashed away, and he said, "Okay, pour out the blood..."

"What? Down? Where?" Wu Ding looked shocked, but Zhao Xiaohua suddenly raised his head, looking at Solo with murderous eyes.

"Wipe...Where do you think you'll fall? It's fine if you fall to the ground. In addition, bring the chicken blood and incense paper that I want. Fifth Master and Mr. Zhao will also help, come with me..." Solo stood up and said Said.

"Ah? Yes, yes..." Wu Ding poured Zhao Xiaohua's blood on the ground, and went to the car with Long Wu who stood up to take out the things.

Zhao Xiaohua watched a cup of blood poured out of her and fell to the ground, looked at Solo unkindly, and then turned to help get things.

"Brother Solo, it seems like you're playing with Mr. Zhao like this..." Tang Ling finally whispered into Solo's ear worriedly.

"Fuck... from now on, he will be my Solo's man, so he can't be a father all day long, can he? There can only be one person in the Xingzhong Society who has the final say! Give him a better memory today!" Solo's words are not amazing. endlessly.

"Oh... Are you going to give him a bad shot?" Tang Ling still looked worried, after all, Zhao Xiaohua's name was too famous.

"Since you promised to help me with things, even if you are the king of heaven, don't pretend to be forceful with me..." Solo's face was cold...

"Brother..." After hearing Solo's words, Tang Ling hugged Solo's arm with staring eyes, letting her two big plump bodies touch Solo's arm intimately.

Tang Ling only respected the strong, including such rebellious words, they were all in the ranks of Tang Ling's admiration, and now Tang Ling loved Solo to death.

So Luo looked up at the sky with a swollen face, and when he felt that he should use his arms to get close to Tang Meiren's long-lost fullness, Tang Ling's body left as soon as he touched it, and So Luo's intestines almost turned green with regret.

A group of people walked in the dark with the applied things for about 20 minutes before they walked out of the mass grave and came to a valley between the two mountains.

Suo Luo stopped and asked Wu Ding to arrange the three sacrifices according to his request, burn incense and light paper.

"The dead are the greatest, all kneel down and worship..." Solo knelt down and bowed twice while talking.

Except for Tang Ling, everyone else knelt behind Solo and bowed before standing up.

"Old Zhao stays here, the rest of the people all step back a hundred steps, and Xiao Tang doesn't have to stay here anymore..." Solo sat down cross-legged while speaking.

Everyone complied. After Tang Ling hesitated for a while, he followed Solo's words and withdrew...

After Suo Luo sat down cross-legged, there was no further movement, a trace of sarcasm flashed across Zhao Xiaohua's face, he suddenly felt that he was very absurd, how could he trust the jokes of a yellow-mouthed kid?

In the midst of boredom, Zhao Xiaohua raised her head and looked around. The autumn sky seemed to be higher and the stars were farther away. The night wind blew past the mass graves, and the grass groaned softly.

In the distance, the headlights of the two cars were all turned on, and the sky turned orange red, as if filled with blood, and beside the car, a bonfire was burning vigorously, beside the bonfire...

"hiss……"

Zhao Xiaohua took a deep breath. Beside the bonfire, he and Long Wu were sitting by the fire drinking, their faces were flickering red with the bonfire...

This……

Zhao Xiaohua turned her head suddenly, and Long Wu, Hu Chi Wu Ding and Tang Ling were standing behind him. Yue Xiaohua turned her head again, and the scene was the same. He and Long Wu were clearly visible sitting beside the campfire in the distance...

"Boy Long..." Zhao Xiaohua only felt numb all over his body, his scalp was trembling, and the cold wind was blowing from the back of his neck. He subconsciously reminded Long Wu and pointed to the bonfire in the distance...

"Mr. Zhao, it's okay, we can't lose the fire..." Long Wu looked back at the bonfire in the distance and then turned his head and whispered, he might be wrong.

"What didn't you see?" Zhao Xiaohua asked in a low voice.

"I see, isn't it fire?"

"What about the others?"

"You mean the car?" Long Wu rubbed his eyes and looked at the distance again and asked.

"Oh...it's nothing..." Zhao Xiaohua rubbed her eyes again, he and Long Wu were still sitting by the campfire...

"Quiet, look at the young master..." Long Wu whispered, and Zhao Xiaohua also turned to look at Solo.

The joss stick paper horse was still burning, and the light in front of Solo dispelled the surrounding darkness, but the ghostly fire was shining, and the dark wind was slowly blowing, gloomy and terrifying.

Sitting cross-legged, the spells in Zhu Yang's hands are constantly changing, and the airflow between the sky and the earth is also chaotic. Countless ghost fires come from all directions to Solo's body, and the faint red light in the pot of chicken blood slowly fades away. rising.

Solo, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and two streams of bloody light shot out, like two searchlights scanning the valley in front of him. Weeds swaying...

In the end, Solo's eyes fixed on a low-lying valley in the distance, and then thunder broke out in his mouth, and a spell suddenly sounded with the pinched formula in his hand:

"The patriarch passed down the order, the King Kong lined up on both sides, and the souls of thousands of miles away, came to the tent quickly... The Taishang Laojun is as urgent as the law..."

With the end of the spell, Solo's spell entered the low-lying valley in front of him.

boom……

A cloud of blue smoke shot up from the low-lying area, forming a washbasin-sized mushroom cloud into the sky, and the dense ghostly aura exploded.

A woman in her forties with a wide body and a fat body walked out of the smoke in a big floral dress, but her figure was very faint...

"Ah... Ruhua?" Zhao Xiaohua exclaimed in surprise, and rushed over with a flickering figure, opened his arms and embraced her suddenly, but in the end his arms could only pass through the middle-aged woman's body to hug her. ...