C55 Knock on the mountain and shake the tiger

The Fatty Wang heaved a sigh of relief and gave me a thumbs up.

In front of the altar, the light from the dog's head gradually dimmed down. After a quarter of an hour, it finally disappeared into the tip of the dog's tongue that was protruding out of its mouth.

The black color on his face receded quickly with the extinguishing of the dog head lamp, and the black color on his face began to accumulate at the bottom of the hall. It was as if the faint ink had started to condense. When the black ink reached his neck, its color had deepened more than tenfold.

He looked at his left hand, which was as black as ink, and the skin on his face trembled. Soon after, black liquid began to drip out of his fingertips. The stench was several times stronger than that of ordinary blood. When it fell to the ground, it produced the sound of hot water evaporating on top of red iron.

Within a three meter radius, the vegetation was all withered.

Even some of the trees around us died in an instant, and the dark green leaves of the entire tree turned yellow and began to fall from the branches. Within three meters, it was like late autumn, and it was even more desolate.

If autumn was the hibernation of life, then the scenery they were facing was truly the complete destruction of life. Even if winter passed and spring arrived, there was no possibility of recovery. In fact, these trees and the plants beneath their feet didn't even have the chance to turn into spring mud and protect the flowers.

Trash! A wasteland! Without Feng Shui to change the layout, it would be hard to recover the life force of this place within ten years. The amount of black blood dripping from the finger of the altar is dozens of times greater than the amount of thick black blood flowing from the mouths of my two little jade lions.

"Phew …" "Thank you for your help!" When the last of the thick black blood had drained out, Zhu Tai let out a slow breath and cupped his fists at me. His body was still weak, but he was no longer seriously injured. At most, he would only rest for a moment before adjusting the functions of his body.

"Brother Zhu, you don't have to be so polite. "I cupped my fist in return." I believe that even without my Brother Zhu, we would still be able to survive this calamity. "

Zhu Tai smiled, his pale eyes unchanged. In fact, his smile was even more unsightly and terrifying than his stern expression.

"Although it can be cured, it will definitely be severely injured." Zhu Tai didn't deny my words. Since he dared to risk entering a sulcus basilaris that had already turned into a ghost realm, he must have many hidden cards. These words simply confirmed my guess.

I said to Zhu Tai, "Brother Zhu is a person with great abilities. How could he be followed by a little demon when he returns?"

Hearing me say this, Zhu Tai's face darkened. He looked at Fatty Wang and then at me, before opening his mouth and saying: "It wasn't from the inside, someone was plotting against me."

"Who is it!" Fatty Wang's face instantly turned cold, that kind of cold expression was even colder than the one on the altar.

Zhu Tai shook his head and continued, "I'm not sure. When I came out, I was surrounded by an aura of death. Furthermore, this person's method of releasing ghosts was not ordinary! I even suspect that even if I didn't receive any damage, I wouldn't necessarily be able to detect who did it. "

"This is trouble!" Is someone targeting us? " The Fatty Wang talked to himself, but did not answer.

"Is he your enemy?" I asked the Fatty Wang. He shook his head and nodded. Normally speaking, I don't have any grudges with the people I've left behind. Everyone has their own areas, and all of them are within the boundaries of Weicheng.

The Fatty Wang paused for a moment, then said: "But with the current situation, who can explain it clearly?"

I know what he means, just as I've just been targeted by a group of people who want one less competitor. And under such circumstances, if they could take this opportunity to get rid of Zhu Tai, the strength of Fatty Wang's group would definitely be greatly reduced.

Zhu Tai was the only Yin Yang Master in Fatty Wang.

"Lao Zhu, who do you think would know about that damned thing just now?" Fatty Wang seemed to have thought of something, he frowned and asked the altar, which looked around and said: "I'm sure you know everything."

"Bastard!" "Fatty Wang cursed in a low voice. We can't be soft persimmon! "Since I do not know who did it, then I shall strike the mountain and shake the tiger, Qiao Yonghuang, and flank the fella!"

As Fatty Wang spoke, he bent down and took out a rifle from his bag. Just looking at the huge muzzle and the straight barrel, just the sight of it was enough to send chills down one's spine. This thing was a killing machine.

"Wait!" Zhu Tai grabbed Fatty's wrist. He shook his head and said, "There's no need to be like this. I'll handle it. As long as they know that I haven't been harmed, no one will dare to mess around."

The Fatty Wang looked at the altar with concern, and asked: "Is it okay?"

Zhu Tai replied, "Even if they are sick, it won't be a problem to suppress them!"

This was also a ruthless person! Looking at the state of the altar, I thought to myself, I can probably guess a little about his body. If he was encouraged to do so now, he would only need a small mistake to make him completely paralyzed here today.

I quietly watched as Zhu Tai conversed with the Fatty Wang without saying anything. Since he said it like that, then Zhu Tai must either be a complete madman, or he must be extremely confident in himself, or have some kind of unyielding trump card.

"Little He!" Take out my clothes! " Zhu Tai said to another person beside him. The man nodded and opened a backpack. He carefully took out the clothes that were folded neatly, as if he was afraid of dirtying them in the slightest.

Zhu Tai took the pointed hat at the top of the clothes and put it on. The hat was pure white, it looked very much like the symbol of the White Impermanence.

Huala! His clothes were spread out. It was a long robe with a red collar. The two finger-wide ribbon around his waist was also red. The belt was hard, and it was fixed around Zhu Tai's waist like a soldier's belt, instantly giving him a spirited feeling.

"Yin-Yang Robe?" Looking at this toy, I was truly shocked. Let alone the present, even in the distant past, the number of Yin Yang Robe in existence could be counted on one hand. Furthermore, what I know is that the Yin-Yang Robe once belonged to the East Ocean Pirates' Island, after the war.

"Brother Zheng has good experience!" Wearing a yin yang robe, Zhu Tai uncomfortably stretched his shoulders.

"It's nothing good. This thing's reputation is too great. I can't help but to think about it!" I heard that there was a black market auction for this item last time, but in the end, it was sold and left unattended. "

"Pen, cinnabar, yellow paper!" As Little He spoke, he quickly passed the three items to me. He took them from me and said, "I'm sure no one dares to buy them. Those fellows who were auctioning the Yin Yang cloak are all dead."

"What?" "Dead?" I asked as the altar began to outline the surprise on the yellow paper. He nodded. "It was stolen from that family. "Originally, it's fine if the cloaks did not appear, but who would have known that these guys would recklessly take them out for an auction. Afterwards, they infuriated that family, and three days later, all those who contributed to the auction were all dead."

"Dead? "How did he die?" I looked at the altar, and rarely heard him say so many words at once.

"He was killed by a curse, so he died for nothing."

"But I'm afraid the person who stole the robe isn't from the auction house, so doing this would harm Tian He." I shook my head, disapproving of this.

"Zhu Tai stopped writing and looked at me once before continuing to draw with his head down." You aren't the kind of person who cares about hurting the peace between heaven and earth. Actually, we all know that these things are just to deceive ghosts. "

"It's not so easy to fool a ghost. It's slippery." I curled my lips and realized that this altar was quite interesting. I wasn't as inflexible as he made me out to be.

He didn't look up, but talked to me while he drew on the paper. " No matter how slippery a ghost is, it will end up in someone's hands. "

"That's true!" I couldn't help but smile. From a certain point of view, Zhu Tai looked a little like that fellow Zhao QIu. Of course, he wasn't as handsome as Zhao QIu, and he wasn't as handsome as me.

When Fatty Wang and the others were chatting with me on the altar, they looked around vigilantly. Since someone dared to attack Zhu Tai, there was no guarantee that anyone would be able to sneak up on him and use a sniper rifle. We got the shit, but not the bullets.

"Alright!" Finally, the altar squatted down and drew a circle on the floor with the back end of the brush. Inside the circle, I wrote five characters that I couldn't understand.

"Brother Zhu, don't count my brothers in!" I saw that he had written five characters, and a reminder popped up in my mind.

Zhu Tai was stunned, then said with embarrassment, "I forgot!" As he spoke, he erased a character from the circle.

I thought how dangerous it was.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked again, seeing that everything was ready. Zhu Tai shook his head and said, "There's no need for that. Just watching is enough."

Sssii! * Sparks appeared on the tip of the match. The yellow paper in Zhu Tai's hand was ignited by the fire, turning into ashes and falling into the small circle below. Not a single powder was scattered out.

I couldn't hear what was going on in Zhu Tai's mouth. It must be some kind of incantation. As he let go of the last piece of yellow paper, a drop of blood fell into the circle along with the ashes.

The originally black ash suddenly turned red and dripped blood. It looked extremely strange.

"AHH!"

"Bastard!" "Who did it!?"

"Hurry up and save her! Give me the sword! "

"…" "…"

For a moment, the surroundings were in complete chaos. Almost everyone was roaring in anger. I could see through the cracks that one of the men in the ring seemed to be suspended in the air by a rope. His face was purple and his hands were scratching at his neck, as if he were trying to break something that was tied to his neck.

"Pah!" The bloody ashes in front of him let out an explosive sound like a raging fire. The pale face of the altar once again became a lot paler.