Dart Master

Chapter 30 The Secret of Fengren Village
"Snapped!"

Uncle Qi raised his hand and slapped him, his movement was not fast, but Mr. Ma didn't even dare to dodge. He was originally a stern guy, but now he was suppressed by Uncle Qi's arrogance, and he didn't have the arrogance he used to. .

"My surname is Wu, I was beaten, you don't care after all." The sissy Mr. Ma stomped his feet and yelled angrily.

The surrounding ghost soldiers and animal soldiers retreated far away, pretending not to see anything, and the people who had been watching the excitement stood quietly under the stage, watching all this silently.

Mr. Ma doesn't understand what's going on, is this still the misty city where he is rampant?He is the boss of the dignified Daming Bank, the adopted son of Niutou and Ma Mian, the second sage of the animal sect.

"Wu Xuan, are you blind, didn't you see that my son was being bullied by him?" Mr. Ma covered his face, and sobbed a little aggressively.

"Sir, this is Piaomiao City's training ground, may I ask whose order you are following...?" City Lord Wu finally couldn't sit still, walked over, cupped his hands at Uncle Qi, squinted his eyes and asked with a smile.

Uncle Qi sneered, "City Master Wu, who granted you the title of City Master Piao Miao?"

Wu Xuangong raised his hands and faced the direction of Yinsi King City, and said loudly: "Of course it is my Yinsi Qin Guang Wang Zhang, Yinsi Mingtu, could it be that King Zhang is in command, and my Piaomiao City is no exception."

Seventh Uncle Yasha made an icy voice behind his mask, "I think your Piao Miao City Lord is named Ma, and the Five Gods Stele was bestowed by Zhang Wang himself. You dare to destroy it. Do you take Zhang Wang and Yan Jun seriously?"

Wu Xuan's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly bowed his head, "Who is your majesty, please tell me."

"If you want to know who I am, you are not qualified yet!" Seventh Uncle proudly walked to the seat of the mayor, and sat down bravely, "Let me go!"

Seeing Wu Xuan's cowardly appearance, Mr. Ma shouted recklessly, "Wu Xuan, why are you talking nonsense with him, arrest him quickly."

Wu Xuan looked at Young Master Ma with some embarrassment, "Young Master, you should call Master Ma to come, I'm afraid I can't handle this matter."

"Let him go!" Wu Xuan waved his hand and said helplessly.

No one in the world dares to wear a yaksha mask, because it is said to be exclusive to Yan Jun. In order to maintain Yan Jun's reputation in the Yin and Yang realms, King Zhang of the Yin Division even sent all the Yasha ghosts out of the main cities of the Yin Division. After entering the Yellow Springs Desert, he will never come back again.

Therefore, Yasha was almost forgotten by the Yin and Yang worlds. Now that he reappears, there is probably only one possibility, Yan Jun is back.

"No wound, you step back, you two go and untie me and let me go." Uncle Qi picked up the wine glass on the desk, poured a glass, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and said in a deep voice.

"Wu Xuan, what are you afraid of him doing? Why should we listen to him." Mr. Ma yelled with some reluctance.

Wu Xuan shook his head, frowned and said: "Mr. Ma, please stop saying a few words. Hey, even Master Ma is here today, so I have to give him some face."

"What are you afraid of? Isn't he just wearing a mask? Even if King Zhang came in person, he can't protect himself now..."

Before Mr. Ma finished speaking, Wu Xuan straightened his expression and shouted: "Sir, please don't talk nonsense. King Zhang is the Lord of the Yin Division. How can we make unreasonable remarks."

After finishing speaking, he repeatedly gave Mr. Ma a look, and Mr. Ma seemed to realize that he had slipped his tongue, so he stopped talking, annoyed Wu Xuan and untied the iron chain, letting go of Zhao Heizi.

"Heizi! You are suffering, it's all my fault..." I stepped forward to support Zhao Heizi.

"I can't die, it's just a skin trauma." Zhao Heizi leaned on my shoulder, grinned weakly with his chapped mouth.

Uncle Seven picked up the wine glass and handed it to Zhao Heizi, "Thinking of your ancestor Zhao Zilong being the God of Grace, now that you have been insulted like this, the world is in chaos, and the rules and regulations are lost. It is also a helpless thing. It is sad and lamentable."

Zhao Heizi drank it all in one gulp, and said coldly, "This revenge will be avenged in the future."

"Let's go!" Seventh Uncle stood up and said.

Uncle Qi walked down the execution platform calmly, Wu Xuan bowed his hands respectfully to show respect, and did not dare to stop him at all.

"Ma, you listen to me, the disgrace of the Five Gods Monument will be reported in the future." Passing by Mr. Ma, I looked at him and told him in a cold voice.

"Don't worry, I will look for you soon, let's wait and see." Mr. Ma replied to me a little short of breath.

Among the ghost people below, some old ghosts knew the rumors about Yasha, and they knelt down and shouted: "Yasha is back, Lord Yan is still here, Lord Yan is still here!"

When they shouted, the ghosts and passers-by all around knelt down and shouted, "Long live Yan Jun! Long live Yasha!"

All of a sudden, the crowd was excited and shouted loudly.

Yan Jun is the lord of Taoism, Zhang Wang is the lord of the underworld, and even the king's seal printed on the banknotes is the head of the two, but for some reason, Yan Jun rarely appears in the world, and only exists in legends.

But the stele of the five gods bestowed by Prince Zhang is the testimony of the legend.

Because I was wearing a mask, I couldn't know Uncle Qi's expression, but when I saw thousands of ghosts kneeling at my feet, the arrogance of dominating the world and the frenzy with endless shouts really made people's blood surging.

Uncle Qi just walked as usual, without unnecessary movements or words, aloof and cold, seemingly endlessly lonely.

Although Wu Xuan and Mr. Ma were angry in their hearts, they didn't dare to act rashly for a while because they were not sure about Qishu's background, and could only watch us leave helplessly.

Leaving the execution platform, Uncle Qi returned to Yanyu Building, asked Meiniang to apply wound medicine to Heizi, and prepared a dark horse outside Piaomiao City.

"Uncle Qi, why are you in such a hurry! I think the city lord and Mr. Ma are very afraid of you. By the way, are you really Lord Yan?" Bai Ling finally said what I wanted to ask the most.

Uncle Qi smiled, "What's the point of being true or false? Let's go quickly. If Niutou, Ma Mian, Xie Bian, and Fan Wujiu come, Wu Xuan won't be so easy to fool."

Wu Xuan has always been a tactful person, he can't tell whether Qi Shu is true or not, so he naturally takes safety as the main priority, and would rather lose face than take this risk.Of course, he was also suppressed by Uncle Qi's aura and Yasha's statement.

I think Uncle Qi is probably a fool, the real Lord Yan, the master of Taoism, is as famous as King Zhang, so how can Uncle Qi be such a wine-loving, lazy and sloppy person.

"By the way, Uncle Seven, I just heard that Ma said that King Zhang seems to be in trouble, and I don't know if it's true or not." I swung my whip on Mingma's skeleton and asked.

Uncle Qi was silent, until he was about to enter the intersection of Fengren Village and Piaomiao City Yin Road, he muttered, "He is a lunatic, this idiot, he deserves it!"

I was speechless, if Zhang Wang heard Uncle Qi scolding him like that, he would have to chop him into pieces with a knife.

Appeal!
Arriving at Fengren Village, Seventh Uncle reined in his horse, turned his head and said to Youde, "Mr. Fang, the old place is here!"

Fang Youde climbed down from the horse trembling. Ever since he knew that there was no cure for the gangrene of the hungry ghost, Fang Youde had lost all vitality. A breath of death.

"Mr. Qin, can you see me off for the last time?" Fang Youde asked.

Uncle Qi nodded, "Bai Ling, take care of Heizi, Wushang and I will come whenever we go."

I know that Fang Youde has something to do with my father's disappearance, he must know something, and Uncle Seven doesn't want outsiders to know this secret, including Bai Ling and Heizi.

Fang Youde led the way tremblingly, and soon he led us to a dilapidated and remote ancestral hall. Most of Fengren Village had collapsed, most of which were broken walls, but this ancestral hall was still intact.

I didn't have time to explore in detail because I was on the road before, and I didn't expect such a place to exist.

"Squeak!" Seventh Uncle helped Fang Youde push open the thick door. As soon as he opened the door, a chilly yin energy seeped out. What he saw with the strong light of the flashlight was shocking.

The corpses were neatly laid out on the ground of the ancestral hall, all of which were rolled up in mats. Judging from the heads and feet exposed outside, these corpses were not very corrupted, perhaps because Fengren Village was too dark.

Fang Youde walked to the ancestral hall, bowed a few times tremblingly, "Ancestors, Fangjia Village is finally dead." Then he sat down on the ground dejectedly.

"Mr. Qin, there are 39 people in our Fangjia Village. Oh, it's miserable." Fang Youde said calmly, shedding two lines of blood and tears.

"I want to know what happened at that time?" Uncle Qi asked.

"What else can I say? It is said that they died of the plague, and they are called Fengren Village. In fact, the people in our Fangjia Village were killed overnight, and the one who killed us was the one who came that night. The guest is Brother Qin's father." Fang Youde looked at me, there was no resentment in his eyes, only longing for death.

"My father, how is it possible?" I yelled in disbelief, "My father has never been to Fengren Village, he told me himself."

"Wu Shang, 15 years ago, your father's last escort trip was not Fengquan, but Fengren Village." Seventh Uncle frowned.

"I was at the inn that night. I have already visited here. All the corpses were killed with a knife. It was your father's method. Moreover, I found this." Uncle Seven took out a yellowish sachet and handed it gave me.

(End of this chapter)