Chapter 599 Retreat

In a dimly lit room, a thing that cannot be called a “person” is sitting on a wooden chair.

His whole body was covered with barnacles, and these barnacles were still alive. Each barnacle kept sticking out the beards of two or three village chiefs, as if they were fishing for something in the air.

The man is not dead, but it is not much different from being dead.

He slowly opened his eyes: “Where is the person?”

Beside the man, there was an old man, and the old man said: “Master, now… The two, three, and four leaders have all been beheaded, and the people of Quzhou in Wuzhou are searching for our people everywhere…”

The old man brought a few newspapers, and he unfolded them for the barnacle Male look.

After the barnacle man saw it, his expression remained calm: “It’s okay, if you die, you can die, as long as it doesn’t affect our major events, but I am very concerned, so the old woman is fine?”< br/>
“Well, it seems to be still alive and well.” said the old man.

The barnacle man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: “Very good! I injected the poison that has plagued me for thousands of years into her body. Since she can get rid of the poison, then I The toxins in my body… can finally bid farewell to me! Two thousand years… a full two thousand years…”

“It’s… the master.” The old man was very humble.

“Huh?” The barnacle man glanced at the old man.

The old man smiled slightly: “Yes, father.”

At the foot of Yinhun Mountain, all martial art sects from Wuqu Prefecture have gathered.

These quacks all hold a flag in their hands.

“Fight against Hundred People.”

The current Yinhun Mountain is the headquarters of Hundred People, it can be said that the whole mountain has been hollowed out by them, and this ghost The mountain is the ultimate fortress for killing hundreds of people.

Jiang Han and others also came over, together with other people from the rivers and lakes.

At this time, an old woman came out from the Blood River cart in Yaowang Valley, and it was Song Qiaoqiao, the earth voice master who came.

But because she just recovered from a serious illness, she couldn’t maintain the state of her youth. Now she is old and looks like a seventy or eighty-year-old woman.

But compared to other old women, there is light in her eyes.

Diyin Shitai said: “Today we are gathered here to fight against the tyrannical bandit group of hundreds of people. The bandits, water bandits, and horse bandits among them have caused indelible damage to Wuqu Prefecture. The injury, this hatred, this hatred, is too numerous to write down. All the people in the world are here. I am very grateful. I represent the current emperor, the ancestors of the Yaowang Valley, and also serve as the magistrate. I express here that if anyone can win The head of the big family will give him a city, let him eat the emperor’s food, and become the city lord.”

The words of the earth voice teacher undoubtedly made all the Jianghu sects present boil up.

As we all know, since the golden dragon and the golden war alliance in the golden city were wiped out, the golden city has not had a city owner for a long time.

If one can become the lord of a city, that is, the magistrate, it will be of great help to the entire sect.

It must be known that the income of a city lord is enough to support a sect, and it can also make the sect flourish and grow!

This is a rare opportunity.

This is the ultimate goal of the Jianghu people.

Whether it is about ascension or celestial beings, the legends of those realms only exist in legends, and those who can really reach the master, celestial beings, are rare.

So what the old woman said immediately lit up the hearts of countless people.

“Yes, that’s a fat job. It’s too much, and it squeezes the people! In fact, as a city lord, the monthly income is already very good. After paying the court tax, the remaining money is enough for the expenses of a sect.”

“You don’t know, do you? I heard that after the Golden Dragon was ransacked, millions of taels of silver disappeared, and there were still a lot of gold and treasures.”

The crowd immediately started talking, Everyone has infinite expectations and expectations for this opportunity.

At this time, a boy with a flag on his back went down the mountain and said: “Heroes, heroes, our master has said that you are not welcome here, but if you want to go up, you will bear the consequences. You should still remember returning to Tianshen Mountain ten years ago.”

As soon as Tianshen Mountain was mentioned, the faces of many people around turned ugly.

Jiang Han didn’t understand, so he asked Song Shuangshuang beside him.

And Song Shuangshuang told Jiang Han about an old story.

The Heavenly God Sect, which used to be ranked second in Wuqu Prefecture, suddenly died suddenly overnight.

When the people from Yaowang Valley went to check, they saw a scene like hell.

At a glance, there are corpses everywhere. It turned out to be a sect in a mountain. Like the Medicine King Sect, it also has many masters.

But the Tianshenzong is obviously more indifferent to the world and not interested in the battles in the world. Among them, there are many masters, and there are three masters of heaven and man.

But after that accident, even the body of the master of Tianrenzong was covered with coral.

People call it “sea burial”.

Because those who died were dissected and found to have drowned!

Tianshen Zongna was on a high mountain, but they drowned collectively, which is obviously unimaginable.

As a result, rumors arose for a long time afterwards.

For example, a certain devil was born, or the gods in the sky sent down punishment, and there are some messy curse legends, anyway, they are made up in a miraculous way.

The geophone teacher looked at the boy too, and he said: “So you mean that the tragedy of the Tianshenzong was also the masterpiece of your master?”

The little servant seemed to have received a compliment, and he bowed very humbly and said: “It’s exactly what our big master did. The big master said that everyone is far and wide, and they are everywhere. They are rarely anxious on weekdays, and he doesn’t stand in the way.” I also hope that you will not come to interfere with our killing of hundreds of people, and keep the original state, and everyone will live in peace, isn’t it good?”

Although the boy didn’t cry a lot Noisy, but this calm and leisurely way of speaking still made quite a few people feel uncomfortable.

People even retreated.

“Is there a trap waiting for us?”

“I think this is a matter of Hundred People Killing and Medicine King Valley. But at least you have to live to enjoy it!”

“That is to say, do I feel like we are being treated as cannon fodder?”

When people were hesitating, Jiang Han pulled out a throwing knife from the waist of a Yaowanggu disciple beside him, and threw it towards the boy in the distance.

Puff!

The flying knife directly pierced the boy’s heart, and this time directly blocked everyone’s escape route.

(End of this chapter)