MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 205 Master, the disaster is coming

Several people walked over to explore and drag it out of the bushes. It was a dark body, burning too obvious, and I was able to struggle in the fire before I was born. Its face has been completely viscous, can not see the five senses, can only be judged by the body type, as well as the snowy clothing outside the fire, she should be a woman before her lifetime.

Chu nightning hangs his hand on it and looks at it, then says: "There is no trace of the chess piece."

Someone murmured: "It’s strange, Xu Sulin has done a whole game of the whole mountain. Is this what he missed?"

Someone immediately retorted: "Which corpse you have seen leaked will be left alone on the top of the mountain?"

The ink burned and went back and forth, and carefully looked at the female body. As a person who is the best in the past, he certainly knows some of the ban on this spell, so he has a more confident guess about the identity of this female corpse, but he needs some evidence.

The evidence was quickly found.

The ink burned a string of blackened strands from her hand, wiping off the grayish black on it, revealing some reddish Lingshi.

He handed the chain to Jiang Yan and said: "Song Qiutong."

"...how are you..." Jiang Yan asked half, took the chain and reacted. "Do you recognize this chain?"

"I gave her a new wedding gift." Mo Yan said concisely, "Song Qiutong is the descendant of Song Xing, and the sphenoidal beauty who surrendered the phoenix evil spirits is the key to unlocking this banquet."

Someone asked: "Xu Shuanglin killed Song Qiutong, took her as the key and opened the gate of Huangshan?"

The ink shook his head and stared at Song Qiutong's face for a long while. It was not pity, but the mood was subtle and complicated. Inkburn said: "No, I am afraid that when he takes her up the mountain, she is still angry."

"How to say?"

This time, the ink burned and did not speak. Jiang Yan first spoke. About to save his face, in the face of such problems that he can easily answer, Jiang Yan did not intend to let the younger generations show off the limelight, but faintly said: "In order to order Huangshan."

The ink burned him and looked at him. The heart is so best. If anything is said to be said by himself, it will be harder to argue if he is suspected in the future. So I went to the side and gave the position to Jiang Yan and let Jiang Yan talk.

Someone asked: "Order? Song Qiutong, a weak woman, what order can I order?"

"She is weak, but her ancestors may not necessarily be pustules. Phoenix's phoenix evil spirits will only obey the bloodline that has surrendered it." Jiang Yan is not confused, saying, "Song Qiutong is this. The last descendant of the bloodline."

The man took a sigh of coolness: "Ah, is it the sphenoidal beauty seat to surrender the phoenix evil spirits?"

"Not bad."

"This is unheard of..."

Jiang Yandao: "I have never heard of it is normal. The four evil mountains are not guarded, and there is no other role. So can we open it, and whoever starts it, everyone will not care too much. Song Qiutong was displaced before and was used as an auction. I don’t know if I can hide on the Phoenix Mountain... She should have never heard of the past of her ancestors surrendering the Phoenix evil spirits."

"So...so is Xu Shuanglin bringing her?"

"It should be like this." Jiang Yan continued. "At that time, the Confucianism door slammed into fire, and everyone fled, and no one would return to the main hall to take care of the woman who had no power to bind her. The only person who can take care of her, Only Xu Shuanglin, or the same person behind Xu Shuanglin."

Xue Zhengyi was thinking next to him and nodded. "Since the people behind the scenes can tear apart the space cracks and take Xu Shuanglin to other places, it is just a matter of raising a hand to bring a Song Qiutong. We might as well make an idea - he put She brought to Huangshan, Song Qiutong's nature is a trend of inflammation, seized this life-saving straw, only the fate is from. Then this time, that person only needs to bring her to Huangshan, let her order Huangshan She won't refuse."

Someone asked: "But why doesn't he use his chess pieces to control Song Qiutong?"

"Because the Phoenix evil spirits can identify whether the ordered person is under control." Jiang said, "You must live, and you will be willing, this mountain will listen to its orders."

Everyone slowly pondered over the taste. Some people were shocked and said: "What are we doing here? Not all of them have gone to his "behind the scenes", but because of this **** Huangshan cellar, there is no way to clear it. These soul-eaters... what should I do now?"

Jiang Yan frowned, and seemed to disregard the metaphor of "the front of the stage" and "behind the scenes" of the ink-burning, but still said: "Find the 'front of the stage' and directly destroy the fabrics of Xu Shuanglin."

"Mo Zong Shi."

After Jiang Yan finished speaking, he suddenly called a piece of ink, and the original burning arm was listening to him. He listened to him and said that he could not help.

"Well? What happened?"

Jiang Yan secluded: "Fang Cai Mozong's analysis of the head is the road, then, Jiang also wants to ask Mo Zongshi again, where is the station, how to find?"

Ink burning: "...try hello?"

"try what?"

The ink burned and coughed, and the palm of the hand ignited. Liu Teng suddenly smashed out. He said, "This is it, it is called a ghost."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Like ghosts and heavenly questions, there is the power of interrogation, which can examine the living, to judge the devil, and to examine the dead body of the soul. The difference lies in the trial and the corpse, which is to let them speak, and to judge the ghost, it is to communicate directly with the soul.

Song Qiutong has been dead for more than a month, and the soul has long since disappeared, but fortunately, Huangshan is full of yin and the body has not rotted. Ink whispered: "Hell, go to trial."

With a slamming sound, I saw the ghost immediately obeying the command, stretching the branches and leaves, and smashing the body of Song Qiutong three times, her body began to shine red.

The red light swayed in the bottom of the ink, and he tried to ask, the voice was low: "Take you here, but Xu Sulin?" @无限好文, in Jinjiang Literature City

Song Qiutong's black face is difficult to distinguish, and there is no movement at the moment.

"...is it not working?" someone whispered.

The ink burned and squinted again, and asked again: "Take you here, but Xu Sulin?"

Still no movement.

Jiang Yandao: "It seems that the Master of Mo is still too young, it is better to change your master."

However, at this time, Song Qiutong’s neck suddenly moved! Her movements were stiff and extremely slow, but it was undoubtedly extremely shaken.

Xue Zhengxuan was shocked: "Not Xu Sulin?"

The ink burned tightly to the devil, and the meridians on the back of his hand were slightly convex. He asked: "So, who brought you here, have you ever been clear?"

It was a little silence, Song Qiutong suddenly opened his mouth, but she did not answer, but the mouth was pulled out, but it was a thick and sticky snake, which fell on the ground and dragged away.

The disciple who had a lonely moon night immediately recognized: "There is a swallow in her stomach!"

Swallowing snakes, evil beasts, non-toxic, covering the armor with the body, can survive in the human stomach for more than 20 years.

This kind of viper is also used by many martial art cults, which are specially used to let the dark guards swallow. From then on, the dark guard can answer the truth in addition to the owner of the swallowing snake, and the rest can wait for whatever they ask, they can only Answers, or true and false, or the venomous snake will wake up from sleep, instantly shred the host's internal organs, cut off the throat, and tear the tongue.

The red light of the ghosts was extinguished. Song Qiutong shivered and shook his head. The mouth overflowed with a large group of scarlet blood clots, and the chopped organs and organs, as well as the tongue and throat...

No more telling the truth.

Everyone was amazed, and some people suggested: "If you can’t say it, let her write it?"

When the ink burns and sees the snake, it is already clear that the people behind the scenes are thoughtful and very well-achievable. But still go forward, lifted Song Qiutong's hands and looked carefully.

Xue Zhengyi asked: "How?"

The ink shook his head and shook his head: "The bones and bones have been cut off, and nothing can be written at all."

It’s getting closer, and there’s a smoggy wind, and there’s a sigh of laughter in the mountains and forests. There are zombies’ mourning in the distance, and the atmosphere of the mountains is soaring to the extreme. The owner of the Taoyuan Villa is Ma Breaking this dead silence, he said: "Then, the clue is broken?"

No one snorted.

The ink burned back the ghost, and Song Qiutong’s body had fallen softly to the ground.

Soon, the vines of Huangshan climbed over and carefully coiled up the owner's body, wrapped her in her arms and dragged it into the bushes, as if she were to keep her with this small bush.

He didn't really understand why Xu Shuanglin didn't directly kill Song Qiutong, and then she took her to the torch. She also took the trouble to pick up the meridians and feed the swallows. But when I saw this scene, I suddenly understood it -

Huangshan obeys the sphenoidal beauty seat, from birth to death. As long as her body is in Phoenix Mountain, Phoenix Evil, will not allow others to burn its owner and burn it to ashes.

I don’t know how it feels when I burned it for a while. He suddenly thought of himself in his previous life. He died, no one gave him a corpse, and he had to lie in the dig before he swallowed. In fact, that doesn't make much sense. Later, those who fought on the mountain, did not blame him for splitting the five horses.

I was afraid that my life’s death would be more bleak than that of Song Qiutong. When I came to the head, there were no vines who were willing to guard him.

Many people around are muttering, talking to each other, frowning and discussing how to deal with it next. And some people are thinking about it, such as Jiang Yan, such as Chu Yuning.

The ink burns also closes his eyes, combing all the things that happen in front of him in the heart, so **** means, and he is similar to his previous life. Perhaps because of this, Mo Shen felt that it was not so difficult to guess what Xu Shuanglin thought and did.

He seems to see Xu Shuanglin in his three-year-old courtyard, barefoot, pacing back and forth, Xu Shuanglin thinking, asking himself: the spiritual power is not enough to control the corpses of monks in the group, what should be?

Then he came up with the idea -

The use of the concentric array, killing the same number of ordinary people, a monk corresponding to an ordinary corpse, like a marionette, for him to drive.

Where is the safest thing to do?

Four evil mountains.

What can I do if I can't open the Phoenix Mountain Enchantment?

With the body of Song Qiutong.

A little bit of clues are quickly connected in series, and the ink is dark and dark, and I think about it.

Where is the body of the people coming?

- Linyi robbed the fire and paid for it.

Although they are all speculations, but each one can be right, the luster in his eyes is scattered and separated, and he can even feel that he is Xu Sulin, Xu Sulin is him, standing on the top of Huangshan Mountain, his eyes are almost crazy. Watching the rushing corpses under the mountain.

It became clearer and clearer, until suddenly, Caton was at a point.

If he is Xu Shuanglin, after doing this, is it necessary to set up a "front stage" to perform a play that he has painstakingly arranged?

Where is the "before the stage" election?

Where can I find a strong and a considerable number of monks?

If you are not found, you can be sheltered...

The gradually prosperous skylight suddenly darkened.

"蛟山..." he murmured.

Jiang Yan looked at him: "What?"

The burning face changed. He looked at the East. He suddenly became a little angry: "蛟山! Heroes! - He was looking for a hero in the mountains before the stage! Linyi was robbed, and the victims were mostly untouchables, Xu Shuanglin Can get so many people's corpses, but they can't get a more powerful monk's body! - Heroes!"

Jiang Yan also reacted: "You mean, Xu Sulinlin's call for summoning is the sacred bones of the heroes in the centuries of Confucianism?"

The ink burned and he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He snorted and rushed out and rushed down the mountain.

Xu Shuanglin is really a madman! The hero is buried in the head of the Confucianism for generations. Even the corpse is the first generation of the immortal. It is okay to control the general monks with the unity of the heart, and control these people?

Once Xu Shuanglin's mana can't support it, these powerful bones will break away and break free. At that time, Xu Shuanglin will be countered and violently killed, and the corpse with the strongest fighting power of Confucianism in hundreds of years will run out of control.

That would be no less than a big disaster in the infernal hell.