Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits - Chapter 87

That night.

The moon is dark and the wind is heavy and the clouds are heavy.

On the edge of the eastern sky, the thunder was vaguely extinguished.

The heavy rain is approaching, and the night is heavy.

It was already the time of the curfew, and the houses in the city had already been closed, but the West Gate of Pingye quietly opened instead. A pair of city soldiers guarded in the army cave next to the door. The leader was a big man in armor. It was the hundred households of the Fusi of Pingye Town who met Yan Xinglie in the daytime.

Russian and.

Amidst the chaotic and dense sound of horseshoes, it was evident that more than a hundred riders entered in a row with open flames.

This group of people are not officers and soldiers in different clothes, but they are not thieves and bandits.

Although there are many warriors with fierce faces, swords and guns, most of them are the alchemists who wear robes, robes, and colorful robes.

If there are old rivers and lakes present, such as Liu Lao Dao, just glance at it, and I’m afraid that he will immediately turn his head and run.

The dwarf behind a knight is short and ridiculous, but the knight in front of him is standing next to his horse, his movements are rigid and rigid, and his skin exposed outside the armor is illuminated by the fire light, revealing something faintly. The glow of metal is clearly not a living person, but an iron corpse made by magic.

Is this dwarf a “tomb sitting boy” in Xiangxi?

The rider next to him, carrying a copper lamp in his hand, not only did not emit light, but sucked in all the surrounding light. Under the fire halo, this person’s location was a bit darker than the surroundings. In the dimness, only a long and thin figure was silently sitting on the saddle.

This must be the notorious “weird shadow” in Huaiyin.

On the other side, a big monk was sitting on a saddle with her **** bare, with a disheveled woman in her arms. The woman had a long and slender waist, wrapped around the monk like a snake, with a gorgeous appearance, but her mouth was a bit pointed. From time to time, he made some “hissing” sounds like snakes. It turned out to be a Qingcheng woman. Then this monk must be the sad wind monk who only loves all kinds of female demons.

…

Count them one by one, it was not the Jiang Yang robber who was rampaging the green forest, or the infamous Zuo Dao monk. In short, they are all well-known figures on the Zhenfusi’s reward list.

Although they are all surly figures, they are quite well-organized in their actions. They rush into the back of the city without being noisy. They just spread out on the spot, faintly guarding a young man who looks like a young man in the middle of the city.

“The villain becomes a beam, pay tribute to the left envoy.”

Cheng Liang went out more and more, walked a few steps, and bowed to the ground from a distance.

However.

What was waiting was an embarrassing silence. Afterwards, there were a few chuckles, and even a knight deliberately rode past his head.

Cheng Liang’s expression changed, but since he turned his back on the thieves and betrayed him, and now betrayed his friends for glory, there is no room for this humiliation. Therefore, he leaned down more and more, living like a dog wagging its tail and begging for food.

This respect finally earned the pity of the “master”.

The young man called the “Left Envoy” winked, and an old man next to him came out more and more, dismounting the horse to help him up.

“Lord Chengxiang has been able to make such a great achievement soon after he entered the church. It’s really shameful to kill me as an old man.”

Cheng Liang hurriedly descended the donkey down the slope, arching his hands:

“I don’t dare to take credit for doing things for me.”

The old man laughed a few times and said “fearful younger generations”, then reduced his expression and asked Yan Xinglie about his situation.

“That Yan Xinglie was fooled into a house by me. Because I was afraid of teaching my middle ears and eyes, I didn’t dare to show up for a while. In the name of protection, the villain underwent manual surveillance. So far, there has been no change.”

Cheng Liangfang approached the situation one by one, but a questioning voice was inserted next to him.

“I heard that there is a Taoist priest beside that bearded thief. Couldn’t your subordinates be fooled with illusion, I don’t know.”

Cheng Liang looked sideways and saw that he was a man of no man and woman in a rouge and colorful dress, with undisguised contempt and hatred on his face. He thought for a moment, and remembered that there was a flower picker named Sang Chong in the White Lotus Sect. He was used to turning into a woman and infiltrating into other people’s backyard to commit adultery. He was later arrested by the town governor and was sentenced to imprisonment when he was sent to prison to extract a confession. It must be this person who just rode the horse. How could he be released again?

He didn’t change his expression, but he just folded his hands and explained:

“I have subordinated the talisman magic weapon, whether it is illusion or escape, there is nothing to hide.”

The man was still waiting to speak, but was interrupted by the old man.

“Use Fanzi’s means to deal with Fanzi, Miao Ah Miao…”

The old man stroked his beard a few words of admiration.

“Master of incense.”

“Subordinates are here.”

“You are the landlord of Pingye, what good strategy can you teach me now?”

“The faithful brought by Zuo Shi are all highly capable people. This action must be unswerving, but…”

He changed the conversation.

“Yan Xinglie is veteran in the army. If you go straight ahead, you will inevitably start to throw off the grass and startle the snake. If you get off the horse and dive, then you will be surrounded heavily. If so…”

“Yan Xinglie’s wings cannot escape!”

……………

“Boom.”

The pale lightning cut through the sky, and the heavy rain swept across this small corner of Pingye City like a Tianhe hanging upside down.

Hundreds of people were hiding under the eaves, standing in the middle of the street, or crouching on the roof of tiles, as if a large net surrounded a small courtyard.

The people in the small courtyard did not rest in peace, and some dim candlelight appeared from the window panes, reflecting two silhouettes, as if they were drinking at the table.

“Brother Yan, this time you are already winged, why don’t you hand over the saint and get caught, why bother and kill that person in vain?”

Cheng Liang wiped the rain off his face, but there was no response in the courtyard, only the silhouette on the pane was still indifferent.

“Elder.”

The left envoy Bailian finally couldn’t bear to speak. Before he was afraid of hurting the saint in the house by mistake, he asked Cheng Liang to persuade him to surrender after being surrounded and formed. So he had to… he made a gesture… sent someone in to try it out.

The old man got the instructions and looked around the field, but was stunned to find that the people around him involuntarily looked away, obviously because he was afraid of hitting him.

Said that this group of people are all renowned masters, one by one, one perverse and violent, if it weren’t for the left-handed force, how could they be pinched together, I didn’t think…

“This is the end of Yan Xinglie’s prestige!”

The old man sighed, then cast his eyes on Chengliang.

Cheng Liang didn’t smile, and said “Bad bastard” to himself, then turned his gaze to the only subordinate next to him.

This subordinate’s expression was stunned, and when he looked at it left and right, his face collapsed. They were originally arranged to monitor the yard, but only then were they disgusted and incompetent. The others were all driven away from afar, and only his general banner was left behind.

“grown ups.”

He was also working as a servant at the town chief. He didn’t know the fame of Yan Xinglie. He raised his head to beg Chengliang, but he met a face that was pale by thunder light and looked like an evil ghost.

He shivered.

…

The unlucky general banner stood trembling in front of the door. The wooden door in front of him seemed to be cast with steel and iron, which seemed to be of great importance. He lingered for a long time, but did not open it.

He secretly glanced back.

At the gate of the yard, his boss, Pingye Town, used hundreds of households to become a beamer, and slowly put his hand on the hilt of the knife around his waist, which was self-evident.

No matter, it’s a death to die sooner or later.

Zongqi gritted his teeth and ran into the door.

“what!”

A burst of thunder was accompanied by screams.

In the pale thunder light, Cheng Liang “choked” and pulled out his waist knife; the old man pointed out that his mouth moved slightly; the bronze lamp in the strange shadow’s hand was shining; the boy sitting in the tomb retreated deeper into the shadow, leaving only his iron The corpse knight has scarlet pupils…

Even the left envoy of Bai Lian clasped the scalloped bone in his hand, and he wanted to give an order for everyone to forcibly break in.

The general banner stumbled and ran out.

Cheng Liang stepped forward and grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the courtyard.

“What’s going on inside?”

The general banner looks weird.

“dummy.”

“what?”

“Ran.”

………

The Bailian cultivators who broke into the house seemed to be disturbed by “Li Changan” and “Yan Xinglie” who were holding empty cups and drinking. When they turned their heads, the two blushes on their strangely white cheeks were particularly dazzling and mocking.

Cheng Liang was trembling all over, not knowing whether it was fright or anger or fear, so he only drew out a knife and hacked it over.

In a few moments, there were only two paper people floating on a pile of shredded wood.

The two actually staged an escape of the golden cicada under his nose.

He glanced angrily in the room and saw a burlap pocket in the corner.

With hopeless hope, he stepped forward and untied the bag, but a fishy old man was tied inside. His eyes protruded and his face was pale, obviously he had been killed for a long time.

“What about people?!”

The gazes cast by the Bailian cultivators behind him caused Cheng Liang to pierce his back. Before his neck was pulled over for questioning, Cheng Liang grabbed the unlucky general banner first.

“Where did it go?!”

“My lord, I really didn’t see Yan Xinglie going in and out. Not to mention him, there are not many people passing by, just like Wu Erlang who sells cooking cakes, and the smelly cow who collects manure…”

Poor Zongqi was so shocked that he was incoherent.

“…There is also a sheep dealer, his sheep is so big, he is about to catch up with a cow!”