The years I spent growing corpses and raising ghosts in the cemetery

At the same time, the Perfect Man took action, and the news that Luohe City was filled with strange fire spread rapidly in all directions through various channels.

Mingzhou, Prince Li's Mansion, although it was late at night, the entire palace was still brightly lit.

The soldiers patrolling the palace were in teams of five and ten, guarding the three floors outside and three floors inside the palace.

In addition, there are a large number of inscriptions and symbols engraved on some details of the palace courtyard, and the dark red ink marks have strange power flowing on them.

In the study room of the palace, Prince Li, who had already fallen asleep, was sitting on a chair wearing single clothes and quietly listening to the urgent news reported by his most trusted military advisor.

"So this is the person who disrupted my king's plan to advance to the east last time?"

After hearing this, King Li's sinister eyes became extremely sharp, and then he asked his military advisor Yan Zongyuan.

"I think there should be no one else who can break through the mysterious body of the founder of Xiang Temple. At least someone has to take action."

Yan Zongyuan stroked his beard and then speculated that driving the refugees to Luohe City last time was just a casual move he arranged.

But in the end, someone interfered with the situation, causing him to fall short in the end, and even almost turned against the Xiang Temple, which really made him a little angry.

"Hey, it seems that my royal brother is not just a fool who only cares about pleasure, but he is also willing to arrange for a minister from the palace to go to Luohe City."

King Li said something with a smile but not a smile, to which Yan Zongyuanquan pretended not to hear.

Their rebellion plan has not yet been officially revealed, so some things are better left undisclosed.

"Your Majesty, Luohe City is guarded by the Supreme Being. If we want to continue to advance eastward, it may be difficult for us, unless Your Majesty is willing to ask Mr. Gao to go there in person."

Then Yan Zongyuan pondered for a while and said seriously to King Li.

"Mr. Gao cannot leave. He is of great importance to me. How can we let him take risks?"

But King Li rejected his proposal without thinking. In this chaotic and dangerous world, Mr. Gao was the real talisman for him.

"Then, Your Majesty, how about arranging for Colonel Jiang to go?"

"As far as my subordinates know, Xiangmiao will definitely not give up after suffering a big loss last time. They will definitely take action by then. If Captain Jiang is allowed to go over, they might be able to take advantage of the chaos and take Luohe City in one fell swoop!"

"By then our eastward march will be unimpeded, and we can definitely seize the opportunity in this troubled world!"

Then Yan Zongyuan thought about it and offered suggestions again.

This time, King Li happily agreed, and the order was quickly issued, and a special force belonging only to King Li began to prepare.

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In the southern part of Daxia, many people gathered in a seemingly ordinary market town on the edge of the Lingjiang River.

Most of these people were wearing short jackets and barefoot, and looked like boatmen working for a living on the river.

In fact, most of these people are like this. Under their control are boat gangs all over Lingjiang. These boat gangs belong to the external forces of the Tattoo Sect.

Each of them has more or less vicious ghost head tattoos on their bodies. As people who eat on the water all year round, these tattoos can help them save themselves from danger in the water.

"Hey, the sixth man is dead, that bastard is dead!"

An old man, whose whole body was full of deathly aura, with extremely thin hair and beard, was holding a cane and said to the roomful of elders with a strange smile on his face.

"This old bastard is dead after living for so long!"

Another old woman with missing front teeth had a sneer on her face, as if the death of the other person made her so happy.

"Master! Master!"

It was unpleasant to hear the two singing and singing along with the young people present. The elder of their tattoo sect was dead!

"You bastards! You still have the nerve to say, who on earth tempted the Wang family to get involved in those things?"

But the next moment, the head of the Tattoo Sect, who was still smiling strangely, suddenly changed his expression and cursed angrily at the young men who spoke.

"B-But, Master, you also nodded and agreed!"

After hearing this, a man immediately stood up to refute him.

"boom!"

"Bah, it turns out I'm a bastard too!"

"Damn it, so it's my fault?"

The master's face froze, and then he started talking nonsense like an ordinary bad old man.

"Master, please stop making trouble, we are not here to listen to jokes!"

"That's right, Master, we have to get this Mo Hand back. If we lose it, we will be scolded to death by the Master below!"

"Yes, yes, I forgot about the Mo hand. Alas, this thing is ours after all. If it falls into the hands of others, it will be a joke for outsiders."

The old woman also spoke up, and they could ignore other things.

After all, it was Wang Xuanji who went to seek revenge but failed but was killed instead. He deserved to die. According to the rules, he had to accept this.

But Mo Hand is related to the inheritance of their lineage, so they have to find a way to get it back.

"What are you going to do? If you guys tell me the rules, can we, the old man, be so shameless as to not go to suppress the sleuths to ask for it back?"

The master had a pained expression on his face. In fact, even if he wanted to shamelessly ask for it, how could he give it to him in vain?

Do you really think that others are made of clay and have no anger at all?

"Let's just go!"

"Let's prepare some gifts, gather the boat gang, and take ten or eight crafty boats to Luohe City for a trip!"

"When the time comes, we will use courtesy before force. If the Guishi Zhensi doesn't know the rules, we brothers will teach them what the rules are!"

Suddenly, several strong men with muscles all over their bodies, evil ghosts tattooed on their chests, and killing pictures tattooed on their backs stood up and patted their chests in front of everyone.

"Get out of my way!"

The teacher rolled his eyes when he heard this. These people are strong but their brains are like paste. They are just a bunch of idiots!

"Yingzi, this time you have to go with grandpa!"

Then the teacher said to the only girl at the scene that girls are more careful in doing things.

"Okay, grandpa!"

The girl named Yingzi looks only sixteen or seventeen years old. She looks very smart and well-behaved, and has the delicateness of a girl in the water town of Jiangnan.

From the outside, she is totally out of tune with the rough men around her, but when she opened her mouth, the other men didn't dare to look at her.

Some people were embarrassed to watch, while others were terrified from the bottom of their hearts...

"And old woman, we have a great man to keep us in check, and our momentum is not weak either. You have to accompany me on this trip, otherwise I can only ask the portrait of the ancestor god to come out."

"Bah, can you carry it?"

The wife spat directly after hearing what he said, but she did not refuse, because this matter was indeed related to their inheritance.

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Similarly, the headquarters of the Zhengui Division in the capital, thousands of miles away, also received the news.

Now the Great Xia Dynasty is in the midst of storms, but the capital is still prosperous, and the Zhengui Division Yamen on the edge of the imperial city looks much larger than other places.

"Lord Xia, this is an urgent letter from Luohe City!"

Xia Guanglin, the right secretary of the Zhengui Division who was on night duty that night, was reading the files reported by the Zhengui Division branches in various places, when suddenly a confidant hurriedly came to him and handed him a letter.

"Oh"

Xia Guanglin raised his head and drank a sip of strong tea to refresh himself, then he opened the letter and carefully examined it.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, but the more he looked at it, the more he frowned, and he couldn't put the letter in his hand down, as if the letter had a great attraction.

"Master Xia?"

I don't know how long it took, the confidant on the side couldn't help but remind him.

"Well, good, good, good!"

Xia Guanglin, who came back to his senses, responded first, and then said three good, as for why it was good, how it was good, the confidant next to him just felt confused.

"Master Simu will come tomorrow, remember to remind me to pass this letter to him!"

"Yes! Master!"

Then Xia Guanglin put the letter away directly, and said to the confidant beside him at the same time.