Otherworldly Merchant

The smell ran extremely fast at first, and I thought he was growing stronger, but then I realized that there were no signs of scratching and trampling along the way. Instead, there are a lot of broken branches on top of the treetops.

Ghost Flight?

Looks like I underestimated him. The old man's hiding a lot.

However, he is obviously not as good as the superior master of Longquan Mountain. He may also have used Polygon Bell, which consumes too much spiritual power. His little ghost on his back fell and collided with him. The branches of the trees were distorted and broken irregularly along the way.

And it's getting slower and slower, and I think it's going to run out of spiritual power.

I followed a long way, and I saw a light shining at the foot of the mountain from afar, and it seemed like a lot of people were gathering here.

Zhang Xiaoai should have received my announcement and rushed up with police force.

But I'm still afraid to relax a little.

The old nun had died on the spot, and I severed the good leg of the cripple. The two guys lay in front of the cabin once they died or were wounded, and they could not escape. Although the old guardian escaped into the laurel forest, after all, she had no magic skills, she was not too old to go there.

But the old man with white eyebrows is different, he is the top pussy in Huailong Springs, and he has a lot of tricks and talent. The average policeman is not necessarily his opponent. If he gets out of the circle, it's hard to find!

Now I'm speeding up my footsteps and chasing all the way.

But he chased him, and suddenly he felt that the breath in front of him had suddenly stopped.

What's this old guy up to? Did you realize I was behind you, trying to set up an ambush?

I pressed the knife and leaned very carefully one step at a time, but he still had no movement.

I walked away for a while and saw Old White Eyebrow lying under a laurel tree not far from here.

What kind of trick is this? Trying to lure me there, suddenly the killer?

I paused with some hesitation and suddenly smelled an extremely bloody smell on Old Whitebrow.

What the hell is going on?

I hesitated for a moment and kept moving forward.

But I saw Old White Eyebrow lying flat on the ground, his clothes were scratched and his face was full of scratches. He should have been scratched by the branches while the Mistress was flying. But his fatal wound was on his neck, and there was a very small wound, only an inch long.

The wound was deep enough to kill him in the shortest possible time without a sound.

Someone killed him!

There was no sign of a struggle outside. At first glance, I thought he had been slashed through the throat by a branch.

But who is this guy? How dare you kill Old White Eyebrow without knowing it? And I've been chasing him for so long, I can't believe I haven't found him at all.

I checked up on him, and he didn't leave any worthwhile clues, except for some debris.

The ghost bell is gone, too. It must have been taken by the killer.

That's it!

This old man and Longquan Mountain have a deep roots. Is it the Longquan Mountain that finds things to be lost, afraid that I will catch him alive, ask him what secrets, so that he can kill people?

When I think about it, I have to be afraid again for a while!

If this guy doesn't feel like killing Old White Eyebrow, what if he does it to me someday? Looks like you have to be careful.

I checked briefly again and saw nothing new, then turned to go straight to the Guihua Anvil on the mountain.

The purpose of this evening was to find out the secrets of the statue, and after all the intrusions, it's time to get back to the point.

Guihua Anvil was still sitting quietly at the top of the hill, and I turned over from the courtyard wall and headed straight for the north palace.

Before I came to the main hall door, I opened my backpack and took out what was inside.

These are all things I've been working on all afternoon to subdue the scrotum.

Red embroidered robes, exquisite rouge boxes, printed saffron paper, bronze mirrors, needle thread red, embroidered silk with hundreds of cranes are some of the favorites of ancient women.

In the hotel mirror, I've seen that the ghost that lives in the shadows is a woman.

This cunt has killed so many people in succession, and they are all young girls of good age, afraid that some wisdom has already been born. If it doesn't make a good run for it, it's trouble.

And I'm going to take these things, and I'm going to use them as a guide, and I'm going to drag the spirits down for a while.

I pulled out the glutinous rice flour and sprinkled a thin layer of these things, quietly hiding beneath a laurel tree in the distance.

I had just hidden it, and a slight sigh came out of the empty palace, and a wind of incense blew out of the palace, closing the strict palace door slightly pushing open a fine stitch.

The fragrance spreads around, pounding into your lungs, giving you an unspeakable comfort, as if it were the most fascinating and intoxicating smell in the world. And it triggered a heartbeat, as if it were the moment when you were about to meet your loved one - an uncontrollable joy, oil-born!

Immediately afterwards, a woman drilled out of that narrow door seam like a piece of paper.

As soon as she floated out of the door, she filled up and turned into a real person.

But she wore a pink embroidered shirt, a melon shaped white face, and a pair of white, mid-red wine nests. The melancholy eyes, the curved eyebrows, shook intriguing emotional rhymes.

That look, that figure, is countless times more beautiful and fascinating than any big star! Beauty is simply incomparable.

Any man, man or woman, will be heartbroken for it!

She looked up at the moon hanging in the night sky.

The moon also seemed to be overwhelmed by her beauty, so ashamed that she quickly hid in the clouds.

At the moment when the flower branches in the hospital appeared, it was as if she was ashamed. She hurried away and turned her head, as if it were a beautiful closed moon shy flower!

Her model moved forward toward those things I left behind.

Instead of looking at rouge, red robes or even copper mirrors, she picked up the needle box with one hand. I couldn't even open it in my palm. I was so desperate.

Even with such a faceless expression, it is still a style that is memorable enough!

For a while, even I was a little stunned!

She looked at it for a long time, suddenly sighed long, put down the needle box, and turned back. She still went into the palace like a piece of paper. Only the incense wind in the hospital was still scattered, intoxicating.

As if the fairy had just arrived in the world for nine days, it was too late to be sure. Was everything just a dream or not?