Confession: I am a fat otaku. Why am I crying when a monster comes?

After the meal, the two of them were still very busy.

The rest was just a very ordinary life of drinking and eating meat.

A bunch of rude people, after drinking a little wine, they didn't know what they were.

They boasted about everything, showing off how brave they were, showing off what powerful beasts they had hunted, and what dangerous places they had visited in the ghost palace.

Occasionally, they also boasted about how many humans they had killed.

Humans were so weak that they were too lazy to even show off.

Chen Qing calmly looked at the hands that occasionally mixed in the plate, and was silent.

After a while, a group of half-dressed Shura women came on the field.

It should be said that the Shura women were both beautiful and had great figures.

And this strip dance is obviously carefully choreographed, and every gesture is breathtaking.

If I say too much, the audience may not see this book.

I can only skip it with regret.

When the show ended, Luo Luohong, Liupinsha, and Chen Qing walked in front, and several Luosha followers followed far behind.

Luo Luohong said: "Chen Qing, I am very satisfied with what you did today."

Chen Qing bowed slightly: "It should be."

"There will be a big task in a few days, and you must do your best."

As an undercover, the safest way is to passively collect information.

The more active, the more dangerous.

Chen Qing thought of something, but did not ask directly about the task, but asked: "Xura, how should I choose my ten team members?"

Liupinsha said: "Bring a lock. Otherwise, I will find the Ji family for you..."

Chen Qing said directly: "I hate the Ji family! There is a blood feud between me and the Ji family!"

The two listened to Chen Qing's words. They smiled at each other.

Chen Qing hated the Ji family to the core, but he could distinguish between gratitude and resentment, which was really admirable.

"Then there is no need to rush. The Blood Ten-Man Team, each person is the key, don't choose easily."

Finally, Chen Qing said goodbye to the two, his face solemn.

He went to a secluded place and took out the longhorn skin: "The banquet is over. There is an urgent matter, let's talk!"

The two agreed on a place and met soon.

Chen Qing got straight to the point: "You already know the four tasks of the Blood Trial. Two people have completed the tasks. One is me, and the other is Shura, named Bai Bailong."

"Find Gao Tianyanyang, find the prince, and find evidence of Ji's rebellion. He can't complete these three tasks. There is only one possibility! The task he completed is to find you."

Han Yuan frowned.

He could understand that they couldn't find evidence of Gao Tianyanyang and Ji's rebellion, but why was Chen Qing so sure that they couldn't find the prince?

Where did the confidence come from?

It's just that the two have been together for a long time, and he still believes in Chen Qing.

After a while, Han Yuan said, "Then what do you think we should do?"

"The Ghost Control Army, we have to hide! After thinking about it, I can only hide in my little world."

Han Yuan nodded slowly.

Chen Qing was happy: "You trust me so much? Aren't you afraid that I will surrender to the Imperial Army?"

"I'm not in the mood to joke." Han Yuan frowned and said, "Let's move to your little world now."

After many twists and turns, from a very old air-raid shelter, a very secret door was opened. Inside was like the movie Tunnel Warfare. The road was not big, but very complicated.

Not long after, I saw the Ghost Control Army.

Almost everyone was injured.

Some had broken legs and hands, some were covered in blood and didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and some had layers of gauze wrapped around their heads and leaned against the wall to rest weakly.

Chen Qing's hand trembled slightly.

He thought the situation of the Ghost Control Army would be very bad, but he didn't think it had come to this.

This group of almost all disabled young men are the last backbone of mankind.

Chen Qing took a deep breath.

Everyone looked at Chen Qing in confusion.

Chen Qing's appearance had changed, and it was not his original appearance.

The only people Chen Qing knew here were Zhou Yangqiao, Nightingale, and Gong Huagu, and the three of them were also in a bad situation.

Han Yuan briefly introduced: "This is Jin Lin."

Jin Lin?

I have a code name in the Ghost Control Army?

"Everyone, don't say too much, move to Jin Lin's small world."

There was actually nothing to pack, so Chen Qing took everyone into the Ji family's small world one by one.

Or, the fourth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.

"The commander really didn't misjudge you!" Han Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to take Han Yuan in, the Demon Suppression Tower pushed Han Yuan out.

——To be precise, the Time Demon Suppression Tower pushed Han Yuan's Demon Suppression Tower out.

Han Yuan was startled, touched the necklace hanging on his chest, and punched Chen Qing in the chest heavily: "Damn it! I knew you had the Demon Suppression Tower!"

"When you were injured by Painted Skin, there was nothing in the medical room, and you were lying on the bed and you were able to get a knife!? I suspected you had the Demon Suppression Tower at that time!!"

"You lied to me that you had read the prophecy of the Demon Suppression Tower and knew that there was a ghost king in my tower!!"

"Do you think I'm so stupid? I'm the Taoist of Tianyuan! I'm very smart!"

"You are the young senior at the summit!"

Chen Qing: "..."

"You are quibbling!" Han Yuan said angrily: "You are quibbling!"

"If there is, then there is, why are you so anxious!" Chen Qing rolled his eyes at him.

Now it was Han Yuan's turn to be speechless, and he felt uncomfortable because of a suffocating anger.

It was the feeling of asking others why they cut in line, and he justified himself by saying "Because I have no quality".

After a long time, Han Yuan cursed: "Damn it."

Chen Qing frowned: "I guess your tower can't enter my tower. What can you do?"

"As long as there is no burden from these people, to be honest, I can go wherever I want."

This... is also a fact.

Chen Qing thought for a moment, "Have you finished the content on the leather?"

"Don't worry, I'm the Taoist master Tianyuan. I'll take one step and count five steps."

"Then I won't care about you. I'll go treat their injuries and persuade them to stop fighting. I guess they're about to fight with the Ji family."

Han Yuan nodded: "Go ahead."

"Take care."

"Take care."

...

In the Shura Palace.

Xue Luohong stared at the little man on the table, his face as gloomy as water.

Little Zhuge is like a Q-version character, with a big head almost as big as his body.

"Why did you ask me not to tell you just now?"

Little Zhuge said calmly: "My Lord, the two Shura Kings died in the battle at Chuntaifang. Now that it has been confirmed that the Ji family did not rebel, have you ever thought of other possibilities?"

Xue Luohong's eyes condensed, and murderous intent burst out in his eyes, staring straight at Little Zhuge: "Dare to alienate my Shura feelings? Do you want to die!"

"It's just a weak body, so I die," Little Zhuge has a cute image and a baby voice, but he is extremely tough and looks like he doesn't care.

"You are my lord. It is my duty to tell you all the pros and cons. It is up to you to weigh them."

As he spoke, he lay down in a wooden box that was not much bigger than his palm and stretched himself: "My lord, don't forget that if you had entered Chuntaifang earlier that day, I'm afraid you would have died."

"By then, the lord of the human world will be the late Shura King."

Xue Luohong sneered: "Bai Long participated in the battle of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum that day!"

Little Zhuge yawned: "This kind of coincidence, I can arrange 300 of them a day."

Xue Luohong's blood was boiling, shaking the whole mansion, and the terrible aura locked onto Little Zhuge.

Little Zhuge smiled in a baby voice: "My lord, if you want to kill me, you can send a pug, why make such a big fuss?"

As he spoke, he picked up a lollipop, as if holding a small watermelon, and tried hard to tear off the packaging, but he never succeeded.

The maid next to him seemed to have been used to it. She stepped forward, tore off the package neatly, and handed it back to him respectfully.

Xue Luohong's blood slowly subsided, and he snorted coldly: "Speak! Tell me all your thoughts at once!"

"Simple!" Xiao Zhuge pointed at the longhorn skin on the table: "Let Qianji calculate what was written on the longhorn skin."

"This is longhorn skin! Do you know what the price is for calculating it once?"

"Of course I know," Xiao Zhuge licked the stick of food in his hands: "Today Chen Qing said that those few ghost soldiers wanted to destroy something before they died. I'm afraid it was not the list they wanted to destroy, but this longhorn skin."

Xue Luohong was silent.

Chen Qing's words were confirmed by another Rakshasa.

"Okay! Calculate! Calculate! Then let Qianji calculate!"

There was a commotion in the throne.

The large number of powerful ghosts in custody were dragged away and killed one by one.

This situation lasted for a whole afternoon.

Finally, the palace was quiet.

Two Asuras lifted a huge scroll with astonishing resentment.

This was a rolled parchment as big as a double bed.

Old, mottled, and covered with blood.

Little Zhuge looked at the parchment with a complicated expression, his eyes red.

Xue Luohong snorted coldly and unfolded the scroll. The scroll slowly floated up, and the black air was crisscrossed inside. The extremely rich soul energy rolled, and the temperature in the whole mansion dropped sharply. There were faint ghost howls in the black air, roaring and cursing such as "give me back my life, and Asura will never be reborn."

Xue Luohong released his blood energy and smashed these resentful souls who had just died. Then he put his hand on the scroll: "Qianji, what is the last sentence written on this cowhide?"

Endless soul energy was quickly collected into the scroll, including the resentful soul who had just died.

The palace shrouded in black fog suddenly became clear.

On Qianji, a line of black words that could almost drip ink slowly emerged.

Xue Luohong looked at the words.

My body felt like it was falling into an ice cellar.

On it was written:

"This Shura will never mistreat humans."