The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

Three days later, when the "guide" was escorted to Taiyuan City, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and the rotten smell from his body was disgusting.The thin and thin Esaku's eyes were clouded, and he muttered "Eminem" and "Eminem" indistinctly.

Han Jing frowned, cracked his knuckles, and furiously said, "You guys beat people up like this, how can I ask this king to interrogate you?!"

Wan Zixiao looked at the "guide" in the big cage, raised the corners of her eyes, and smiled meaningfully: "My lord, don't be angry, even if you use the torture tools again, you won't be able to judge these two."

"Huh?" Han Jingwei raised his voice, subdued his anger a lot: "Zi Xiao, do you have a solution?"

Wan Zixiao raised her jaw slightly, and Han Jing's heart skipped a beat with her smug eyes: "I want a wizard! This insider is the best wizard in the southern branch of the Lai clan!"

Ever since Concubine Cao Duan fell into limbo due to witchcraft, the theory of strange powers and chaotic gods has become a bad luck that Han Jing can't touch. Hearing that he wanted to find a god again, he couldn't help hesitating: "You want..."

"Break the spell!" Without waiting for Han Jing to guess, Wan Zixiao said it first: "I'm going to break the spell of 'Thousand Snakes Killing Hearts'!"

There are not many people in the southern branch, but they believe in gods the most in the entire Mulai tribe. Their attention will never be on food and livestock, and they only care about the words of the gods and witches.To choose the one with the highest mana, Qiu Ru, the head of Taiyuan City, and Hemo, the chieftain, held a battle of magic in a decent manner.

The winning man is eight feet tall, with red, green and green oil paint covering his entire face and chest, and the white eyes are the only plain color on his body.

Wan Zixiao rolled up his sleeves, imitating the Mulai people and pressing his chest with one hand to show respect: "I heard that the witchcraft in southern Xinjiang is profound, and it is something that people can learn. Zixiao has little knowledge from the Central Plains, and I am honored to meet you today." The spellcasting was deeply shocking..."

"Han people talk in a long way," the gaudy man fiddled with the magic weapon in his hand, his greasy face blurred his expression, and his words were very awkward: "Say what you want, I can't hear you if you go around clear!"

readily!Not only was Wan Zixiao not dissatisfied with interrupting her speech, but she also had a good impression of the straight man who objected: "Maybe the master can crack the 'Thousand Snakes Killing Heart'?"

"'Thousand snakes kill the heart'", the divine man clicked his lips, his black eyes rolled around, and the rattle in his hand jingled: "You are talking about the thirteen curses of Empress Amu! The seventh ——If you break your oath, ten thousand snakes will kill you."

"Exactly." Wan Zixiao's eyes darkened, and her voice sounded a little provocative: "Then can the master do it? If the number one wizard in southern Xinjiang is helpless, Zixiao doesn't believe that anyone else can help me, Dayan." !"

The tall man shook his shoulders, his eyes widened like a pair of copper bells: "Of course! It's just that it's not easy to break the curse, and you can't treat me badly afterwards!"

I thought it would be so difficult, but I didn’t expect that the bragging living gods in southern Xinjiang are nothing more than that, Wan Zixiao secretly sneered: "If you can’t see through it, you think it’s sacred and inviolable. If you master it, you’ll understand where the money comes from. happy!"

As soon as the master came out, it was really extraordinary.

The tall and tall man entered the cell and lit incense on his four feet. Without looking at the limp "guide", he began to chant sutras. The red-marked hemp rope gave off a light smoke without seeing the open flame, and the smoke was getting bigger and bigger. The bronze Amu in front of Shenhan burst into red flames, and the yellow paper scattered around sparkled, leaving white ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Miss E'Mu!" The "guide" who was already delirious suddenly screamed and scrambled to the front of the bronze statue: "Miss E'Mu, I did not break my oath!"

"You believe in the devil!" The five big and three rough gods opened their mouths, but there was a soft female voice, and their eyes were closed peacefully like a loving mother: "The devil lied to you! She tempted your hearts, you have to tell me about my sins, that's the only way." to avoid punishment.”

The golden mouth, which was not even pried open by a whip and soldering iron, was poured out under the two sticks of incense from Shenhan.Not to mention the barbarian slaves' lair, even how many children and how many acres of land they have in their own family, they can't wait to tell all of them to the divine man possessed by "Eum".

The specially made aromatherapy filled the entire cell, and when Wan Zixiao pushed the door open, the sweaty man was packing up the magic weapon with his head buried: "In Jinshuiwan!"

"Jin Shui Bay?" Wan Zixiao covered her mouth and nose with one hand, the strong fragrance irritated her mind to swell.

The man who spoke did not turn his head, and carefully wrapped the incense ash on the ground into yellow paper: "Jinshui Bay is sandwiched between Wuliang Mountain and Chongshan Mountain, and it is adjacent to Jinshui River. I used to go there to do rituals..."

"You know where their lair is, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Wan Zixiao raised his eyebrows: "It's interesting to mobilize people like this?"

"Would you believe me if I told you?" Shenhan retorted without hesitation: "Besides, I'm not sure if they changed places!"

Wan Zixiao's face turned cold: "The barbarian slave asked you to do something? Sacrifice E'mu?"

"Yes!" The godly man who had been turning his back on the visitor suddenly turned his head, his eyes were full of ferocity: "And it was 13 human sacrifices! They nailed people to sharpened wooden stakes, and a dagger dug them out alive. Come on, squeeze out the blood from your heart, mix it with fine wine, and give it to the leaders to taste one by one! There, Ah Mu is not a god who protects us, but a man-eating evil spirit! My apprentice is the last sacrifice in that puja!"

Wan Zixiao was startled when he heard this, and stared at the godly man covered in oil paint in front of him: "You..."

"Your Majesty promised me that you can't go back on your word." Shenhan stood up straight, rubbed hard, and rubbed the marks on his face: "I will be your guide, and I want to watch them turn into mud with my own eyes!"

"I was wrong." Wan Zixiao lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Money and torture can't win faith, and gods, ghosts and demons can't win people's hearts. Master, Zixiao is taught. With your help, this siege will definitely be done." Can win!"

The [-] Beijing army known as "the strongest in the Great Yan" was chased by less than [-] barbarians and fled. Even the "brain tank" of King Jin was almost captured. The battle of Daxingpo really made the barbarian leader very happy : "Those Yan people are just bragging! Now! They must hide under the covers and cry for their father and mother!"

Just as the Beijing army is not familiar with the tactics of the barbarian slaves, the barbarian slaves will not understand the blood of Dayan soldiers.Although the battle of Daxingpo suffered heavy losses, it aroused the long-slow momentum in the King Jin's army.No matter how you put it, it is also bearing the title of "Da Yan's strongest", shed blood and sweat without tears, and it is not shameful to lose money or life!With high fighting spirit and arrogant enemies, Han Jing couldn't find a more suitable time to fight back than now.

What is even more gratifying is that Shenhan brought the information they dreamed of and the contacts of the southern branch tribe. In just a few days, a more thorough and complete plan has been formed.

The real battle is about to break out.