My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 137

Nanping Road, outside Nanhua City.

Nanhua City is only 30 miles away from Nanhua Mountain. This city is not big, but because it is under Nanhua Mountain, it is also very prosperous.

An Jing and Lou Xiangzhen traveled overnight, riding a thousand-year-old black anaconda. It took three days to reach the territory of Nanping Road, and it took another two days to reach the foot of Nanhua Mountain.

When we arrived in Nanping, it was obvious that the temperature began to rise gradually.

In addition, the clothes worn by the people on the street have also changed. The colors are much more than the monotonous colors of Jiangnan Road. There are very few refugees and beggars along the way.

You must know that Nanping Road is very barren in Dayan 9th Road. In addition, it is located on the edge of the southern barbarian border, and the fish and dragons are mixed. The Dayan court has a much weaker control over this place.

On the way, you can even see a few southern barbarian merchants. They wear strange costumes on their heads and all kinds of strange weapons on their waists.

Next to a hill, a thousand-year-old black anaconda curled up on the ground.

An Jing leaned on the back of the black anaconda, playing with the paper figurines in his palms, and shouted loudly, "Are you okay?"

"What are you urging?"

After a while, Lou Xiang shook his hands, walked out of the grass, and said with a dark face: "This is a fun thing, and I won't feel happy even if you urged me."

An Jing smiled and said, "I'm not afraid that something happened to my senior. There are many mountain ranges in Nanpingdao, and there are some miasma poisonous insects among them."

Lou Xiang shook his hand, then looked at the paper figurine in An Jing's hand in confusion, "Who are you contacting?"

He is naturally aware of the ghost valley paper figurines, and he can make them himself, but since he retired from the Jianghu, he destroyed all the paper figurines, leaving only the paper figurines contacted by Jiang Sanjia.

But the two have basically never been in contact.

The two walked all the way from Jiangnan Road, Lou Xiangzhen often saw An Jing playing with paper figures.

"I'm in contact with my wife."

An Jing put away the paper man and sighed deeply.

I don't know when I will be able to see my wife. It is estimated that it will take a while to come to Nanping Road this time. I hope I can find her before she rushes back to Jiangnan Road.

An Jing still doesn't know why Jiang Ye wanted to kill him.

But he knew one thing, that Jiang Ye definitely didn't know his identity as a ghost swordsman.

Did he inadvertently offend this master?

"Oh?"

Lou Xiangzhen's eyes lit up when he heard this.

An Jing glanced at Lou Xiangzhen and said, "Senior Lou, what do you think of this method?

"Really good."

Lou Xiangzhen nodded slightly, and said: "If I want to use it, I will mark the paper figure again, otherwise I can't tell who is who, after all, there are too many......"

An Jing smiled, but in his heart he didn't believe Lou Xiangzhen's words at all.

Old Man Li looked like a man in Yushu Linfeng when he was young, but Lou Xiangzhen thought he was a wretched old man no matter what.

And this period of contact let An Jing know that although Lou Xiangzhen is a master master, he is a person who speaks very poorly, no matter what he is, he must compare himself with himself.

He ate one roast chicken by himself, he insisted on eating two, he drank a pot of wine by himself, he insisted on drinking two pots...

It seems that he will not admit defeat in the face of anything, and he is not targeting others, only himself.

An Jing drives the thousand-year-old black boa to open its mouth.

"call out!"

A cold light emerged, and then the Zhenxie Sword turned into a cold light and fell into his palm.

There is still blood flowing on the blade.

"Um!?"

At this moment, Lou Xiangzhen frowned sharply, "This should be the Evil Suppressing Sword, right?"

"Yes, this is Zhenxie Sword." An Jing nodded.

The fact that he got the Zhenxie Sword is not a secret in the world, and there is no need to hide it in the face of Lou Xiangzhen.

Lou Xiang shook his body and fell on the head of the thousand-year-old black anaconda. He said solemnly, "Let me take a look at this sword."

"Give."

An Jing directly handed the Zhenxie Sword to Lou Xiangzhen. This Zhenxie Sword is a spiritual sword. Since it has been recognized as the master, it is just an ordinary sword used by others.

Lou Xiangzhen stretched out his two fingers, as if stroking the sword body, as if stroking the blood on the sword, and then exclaimed: "What a strange blood, it doesn't look like human blood."

An Jing asked suspiciously, "Don't seniors know what kind of blood this blood is?"

When he got the Suppressing Evil Sword, he also wanted to remove the blood on the sword, but he couldn't do it at all. No matter what he did, he couldn't remove the blood from the sword.

Unexpectedly, Lou Xiangzhen of the Guigu faction did not know the origin of this blood.

"Not very clear."

Lou Xiangzhen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "But this blood is definitely not ordinary. I will now try to see if I can pull the blood out of this sword."

An Jing nodded: "Okay."

Lou Xiang slapped his palm, and a mass of true energy poured out of his palm.

The next moment, the blood on the sword made a strange sound, and began to differentiate into countless bloodshots wrapped around the Zhenxie sword, as if resisting the Zhenqi of this building elephant.

"no."

Lou Xiangzhen shook his head just after a try.

An Jing was even more strange in his heart. The blood on this sword was not even known to a grandmaster like Lou Xiangzhen, nor could it be removed. What kind of blood is this?

Lou Xiangzhen thought for a while and said: "This may be the blood of a foreign beast, it may be more ferocious and violent than your black anaconda of the next thousand years, but it may also be..."

At the end, his tone suddenly stopped.

And An Jing also frowned, and he couldn't help thinking of Jiang Ye in his mind.

At the beginning, he also appeared on the Sanmiao Mountain, and snatched the mummy. The Zhenxie Sword was inserted on the mummy, and he also said that he wanted to find the undead blood.

Could it be that the blood on this sword is undead blood! ?

Thinking of this, An Jing was shocked.

According to Jiang Ye, this immortal blood is about longevity, which is what the top masters covet.

"Forget it, it's more important to improve your strength now."

Then An Jing took over the Zhenxie Sword, his mind completely sank into it, and he studied his swordsmanship.

Every top swordsman, his sword intent is unique and has his own way, and An Jing is no exception.

That Chu Nanying felt the heartbeat in the sword intent was actually the essence of An Jing's sword intent, and it was the first time An Jing tried to condense his sword intent.

But recently, he feels that he has fallen into a bottleneck.

Looking at Lou Xiangzhen next to him, An Jing's heart moved.

Although Lou Xiangzhen is also in the fifth realm, his background is definitely much deeper than his own. He might as well ask him for advice. If he reaches the sixth realm as soon as possible, his strength can also be enhanced a lot.

"Senior Lou, my sword intent seems to be stuck in some bottlenecks. I don't know if I can give some pointers."

"Oh?"

Lou Xiangzhen saw An Jing lowered his posture, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "I dare not say it, but I can give you some pointers on this swordsmanship. You can show your sword intent first and let me see."

"Okay."

Ann nodded, then stretched out his arm.

"Whizzing!"

A sword light surged towards Lou Xiang.

Lou Xiangzhen's expression was incomparably dull. In his opinion, An Jing's sword could only be considered mediocre.

But the next moment, he felt that his heart was beating fast. Although it was very slight, it was only a moment, but it also disrupted his rhythm.

"Crack!"

Lou Xiang shook his arm and shook the sword light away, his expression changed, "Is your sword intent enough to control my heartbeat?"

"Forget it." An Jing admitted: "But I'm just trying to kill my opponent by controlling my heartbeat..."

Lou Xiangzhen heard An Jing's flat tone, but there was a wave in his heart.

Heartbeat kills!

This sword intent is extremely strange, and it can already be described as magical, especially just now he felt a little panic.

This is really terrifying. If the ghost swordsman's cultivation base reaches the realm of the master, and his sword strength is a bit deep, he may not really be his opponent.

At this moment, Lou Xiangzhen couldn't help but look up at this ghost swordsman in his heart.

"Okay."

Lou Xiangzhen shook his heart, but his face was very calm, and said: "Your sword intent is not much different from my peach blossom sword intent, we can communicate."

When An Jing heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Of course that's great."

Then he explained his swordsmanship and his understanding of swordsmanship.

When Rao Shilou Xiangzhen heard some understandings, he was enlightened, and he couldn't help asking, "I don't know who the Master is?"

Yan Shaoshan naturally recognized that his strength was in the realm of smallpox, and he was not a master of kendo, so it was impossible to teach such a master of kendo as the Ghost Swordsman.

"I don't have a master, I like to watch this on weekdays."

An Jing took out two booklets from his arms, and then took one out of them.

This is the "General Principles of Kendo".

However, Lou Xiangzhen was staring at An Jing's other little book without blinking.

The next moment, An Jing quietly put it away.

"The General Guide to Kendo!?"

Lou Xiangzhen coughed dryly.

Naturally, he would not be unaware of this "General Outline of Kendo", which can be seen in any bookstore. It is an introductory book for practicing swordsmanship.

An Jing nodded and said, "As the saying goes, governing a big country is like cooking a small dish, and great happiness will be easy, so I think that the more advanced kendo is in this simple foundation. Thousands of times."

His words are not exaggerated. He has indeed read this book no less than ten thousand times, otherwise An Jing's sword power would not have reached the fifth realm.

When Lou Xiangzhen heard this, he was also enlightened, "You are right, this profound swordsmanship is actually in this basic swordsmanship, I also have some feelings for your swordsmanship, listen to me. See if it helps."

Seeing that An Jing was talking about his swordsmanship without reservation, Lou Xiangzhen also did not hide his secrets.

Hearing Lou Xiangzhen's perception, An Jing suddenly became enlightened in some places, and had a new layer of perception.

After half an hour, both of them had a huge harvest.

Lou Xiangzhen took out a book from his bosom and said, "This is my sword drawing. It contains my lifelong insights into swordsmanship. You can read it."

"Then thank you Senior Lou."

An Jing said gratefully.

The sword diagrams made by swordsmen such as Lou Xiangzhen from his lifelong insights are extraordinary, and they are definitely not available to true disciples, but Lou Xiangzhen is willing to let him watch them, which is definitely a kind of great trust.

Lou Xiangzhen waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, just return it to me after you read it. I will keep it and find a successor for my Ghost Valley Sect."

An Jing's sword intent also benefited him a lot, and Lou Xiangzhen didn't seem to be taking advantage of An Jing.

The two chatted for a while, and then prepared to find a place to stay.

After five consecutive days of attacking, I was also a little tired.

Not long after, the two discovered that there seemed to be an inn in front of them, and the banner made a hunting sound with the strong wind.

"With a radius of dozens of miles, this should be the only restaurant."

Lou Xiangzhen said from experience.

"Let's settle here at night, and I'll go back to Nanhua Mountain in the middle of the night to see what's going on."

After An Jing finished speaking, he drove the thousand-year-old black boa to hide, and then followed Lou Xiangzhen into the inn.

As soon as I entered the inn, I felt a little weird.

As night fell, the lights in the inn were thin and eerie, and it continued to be like a spiritual master in the underworld, which made people creepy.

There were several candles burning around, the light was dim, the air was damp and cold, and there was some rancid smell.

Looking at this environment, it seems that there are countless bugs crawling on the skin, making people feel uncomfortable.

"Are the two guest officers playing tips or staying at the hotel?"

Just then, a woman in her thirties walked out.

The woman was dressed strangely, wearing a Nanman hat on her head, and her accent was also somewhat different from Jiangnan Road.

His face is charming and vulgar, his body is plump and enchanting.

"This may be an inn run by a southern barbarian." Lou Xiangzhen said with a faint smile: "Let's have something to eat first, and then stay at the inn."

"This guest officer has good eyesight."

The enchanting woman grinned and said, "My boss and I are from Nanman. It's been seven years now. Yesterday, a new batch of my Nanman's special food king snake arrived. I don't know if the two guest officials are interested."

An Jing raised his brows slightly: "Snake meat?"

In his impression, snake meat is not very delicious, anyway, he doesn't like it very much.

Lou Xiangzhen waved his hand, "Then let's have two. I haven't eaten Nanman's King Snake for many years. I'll have two more jars of good wine."

"okay."

The woman showed a weird smile, and then walked quickly towards the counter, "Master, get some snake meat."

"understood."

Next to the counter, there was a one-eyed man, speaking in a stern voice.

After speaking, he walked towards the back kitchen.

Lou Xiangzhen sat down and said indifferently: "The king snake is a characteristic of the southern barbarians. It is said that the adult king snake is seven meters long, and the snake meat is tender and delicious."

An Jing sat down and habitually touched the tabletop, which was spotless and completely clean.

Lou Xiangzhen poured a cup of tea on his own, and said, "The Nanman civilization was late, and most of the tribes are in the deep mountains. Some tribes are still living in places where they drink blood. If you have time, you can go to the Nanman to have a look. "

Through these few days of contact, Lou Xiangzhen clearly felt that An Jing lacked the experience of traveling in the arena. A real swordsman was tempered by countless blood.

A comfortable and peaceful life would not be able to polish a real master swordsman at all.

This is Lou Xiangzhen's understanding.

"Come and help me sharpen my knife."

After a while, a man's voice came from the kitchen.

The enchanting woman nodded towards An Jing and Lou Xiang Zhen and walked towards the back kitchen.

An Jing also got up and walked a few steps, looking towards the back kitchen through the gap.

The ground of the inn is very clean, but the rear kitchen is frighteningly dirty. There are oil stains and stains everywhere. In addition to garbage, there are some minced meat and bone residue on the ground. There is a strong smell of blood in the air.

At this moment, the enchanting woman seemed to sense something and looked out of the kitchen subconsciously.

The hall was empty, An Jing and Lou Xiangzhen were sitting on the table drinking tea and chatting, and she was relieved.

The serving time was not slow. After a while, a plate of meat with the same elegant aroma was delivered, and the mouth-watering aroma of meat wafted out.

After the enchanting woman presented the king snake meat, she left.

An Jing glanced at the snake meat, and then said, "It's not poisonous."

Lou Xiangzhen nodded, then picked up the chopsticks and put the snake meat in his mouth, but he didn't chew a few bites, his brows wrinkled suddenly, and he spit it out.

"What?" An Jing asked.

"This meat tastes weird...not like king snake meat, but more delicious than king snake meat"

Lou Xiangzhen's face became extremely strange.

The two looked at each other, but they didn't speak any more, and they didn't even drink the wine on the table.

An Jing casually stirred the meat with bamboo chopsticks a few times, and shouted loudly, "We're done eating, is there a place to rest?"

When the enchanting woman heard the words, she walked out of the stove and asked suspiciously, "So soon?"

An Jing said with a smile: "Yes, we always eat fast."

The enchanting woman shrugged her shoulders, wiped her hands with a cloth, stepped forward, looked down at the meat on the table, and asked in a serious voice, "Objective, is this the taste that doesn't fit?"

Lou Xiangzhen said indifferently, "I don't have a good appetite."

The enchanting woman stared at the two of them for a moment, then laughed and said, "Well, I'll take you back to your room to rest."

Then the enchanting woman brought An Jing to the back room, which had a row of guest rooms.

"The rooms here have been cleaned, the two of you please."

The room was stuffy and had a musty smell, but it was clean.

"That doesn't look like snake meat."

An Jing sat on a chair in the middle of the house, glanced around and said in a low voice.

"Absolutely not."

Lou Xiangzhen reminded: "Let's rest first, these two have a lot of effort, but they can't make waves. You don't have to visit Nanhua Mountain at night, but there are experts in the mountain."

An Jing nodded, and then he drove the thousand-year-old black anaconda up the mountain with him. As long as he didn't encounter a master in the master realm, he would never have to worry about his life.

In Dayan, the Qisha Sect was not even a seven-sect, so it should be a master without the realm of a master.

Afterwards, Lou Xiangzhen returned to his room.

An Jing took out Lou Xiangzhen's sword diagram and began to study it.

At this moment, he is eager to improve his strength.

"Heartbeat kills..."

Yuzhou City, Datong Teahouse.

The night was getting darker, and the Datong Teahouse was about to close.

The shopkeeper of Datong Teahouse said to the man, "Laifu, go and pour some leftovers for that little black boy, that's a loyal dog."

"I know."

When Laifu heard this, he poured out all the leftovers from the back kitchen, and then hurried to the door of Ji Shitang.

I saw the little black boy lying on the doorway, drowsy, as if he heard footsteps, and then slowly raised his head to look.

"Eat it, poor little fellow."

Laifu looked at the little black boy, shook his head and sighed, "It's only been about ten days, and I've lost a lot of weight."

He remembered clearly that in the days of Dr. An's family, this black dog danced happily every day, and he had a fat head and big ears, and his belly was bulging to the ground.

It's only ten days now, and the black dog has obviously lost a lot of weight.

"Ow!"

The little black boy called out to Laifu, and then slowly walked to the rice bowl and licked it a few times.

Laifu said with emotion: "Life is so impermanent, how lively this Ji Shitang used to be, and how kind-hearted Doctor An and Mrs. An are, hey!"

"Even if they're gone, take care of yourself."

Little Hei Zai licked it, and then took small steps to lie down in the distance, as if he didn't want to eat more.

"Don't eat more?"

When Laifu saw this, he could not help but understand.

The little black boy lay on the ground listlessly, ignoring Laifu at all.

"I'll put it here. If you want to eat, eat more."

Laifu sighed and walked away.

The little black boy was still lying on the ground, his dark eyes looked into the distance, as if he was waiting for something.

Before long, two sneaky shadows appeared not far away.

One of them is the bully Song Lin.

Song Lin stood in the distance, stared at the little black boy and said, "It's that black dog. It's a pity that he has lost a lot of weight now."

"Brother Lin, are we really going to do this?"

A young man next to him hesitated: "It is said that this dog was left by Dr. An, who is lying at the door of Ji Shitang every day. It is a good dog."

Since An Jing's death, the little black boy has been lying on the ground in this Ji Shitang, and the Bai surnames passing by are full of emotion.

Song Lin slapped the young man's head with a slap, "Everyone who owns a dog knows that they are loyal. I raised you as a waste. The key is to ask you to do something, but you can't do it well."

Then I compare with the dog! ?

The young man murmured in his heart, but he did not dare to speak on his face.

"This dog is thin now. Maybe it tastes better. If it gets thinner, there will be no meat."

Song Lin stared at the little black boy and smiled, "We will catch him later, and then throw it to Chef Wang at the Wuyang Restaurant. The dog meat he makes is unparalleled."

Song Lin said, took out a cloth bag from her waist and handed it to the young man.

"Okay....okay."

The young man sighed and walked cautiously towards the little black boy.

The little black boy seemed to smell the smell, his ears moved, and he looked into the distance, and saw a young man with a cloth bag carefully walking towards it.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The little black boy suddenly stood up alertly, and began to bark at the young man.

"Come on, don't waste your time." Song Lin shouted when she saw this, "If you attract other people, it will be troublesome."

"I know."

When the young man heard this, he opened the cloth bag and rushed forward, then rushed over.

How refined is the little black boy?

The moment he saw the cloth bag opened, he ran wildly into the distance.

The young man threw himself in the air, but accidentally knocked over the leftovers.

"Where are you going!?"

Song Lin also rushed over at this time, trying to block the way of the little black boy.

Little Hei Zai accelerated, wanting to rush from Song Lin's crotch.

But Song Lin was also quick-witted. She stretched out her palm and grabbed the little black boy's tail, and then smiled proudly.

"Hahaha, fight with me Song Lin?"

"Brother Lin is Brother Lin."

The young man next to him laughed when he saw this.

"Ouch!"

At this moment, the little black boy turned over and bit Song Lin's arm.

Song Lin only felt a pain in her arm, and let go of her hand subconsciously.

The little black boy rolled twice on the ground, and then quickly ran towards the distance.

"Brother Lin, are you okay?" The young man hurried over.

"Fuck it!" Song Lin looked at her wrist, because spring was approaching, he only changed his thin shirt today, and the little black boy bit him out of blood.

"Lin... Brother Lin, you won't get mad dog disease, will you?"

The young man's face turned pale when he saw this.

Ordinary people know that if they are bitten by a dog, if they are lucky, there will be nothing wrong, but if they are unlucky, they may suffer from mad dog disease, which can even lead to death if it is not cured.

Song Lin felt a chill in her heart when she heard the young man's words.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

At this time, the little black boy stood by the Yuzhou River and saw that the two behind him did not follow, and barked at them.

"Damn it! This dog is provoking us!"

Seeing this, Song Lin's eyes were about to burst with fire.

A dog, even provocative like him.

"Brother Lin, what should I do now?" the young man stammered and asked.

Song Lin roared, "Are you stupid? Help me to see the doctor. If I can't cure it, I will bite you before I leave."

When the young man heard this, his face suddenly became bitter.

The dog bit you, shouldn't you bite the dog if you want to take revenge? What are you biting me for?

Besides, if the dog bites your hand, it's not your leg, so you need to support it?

"Hurry up, hurry up." Song Lin urged.

"Yes Yes Yes."

The young man quickly helped Song Lin, and the two quickly disappeared into the darkness.

After seeing the backs of the two disappear completely, the little black boy walked to the door of Ji Shitang with tired steps, and licked the cold food on the ground.

Nanping Road, the inn.

Time passed by little by little, and soon, it was late at night.

An Jing was sitting cross-legged on the bed, cultivating wholeheartedly, and suddenly felt a movement below.

"Bedboard!?"

In the dark night, An Jing's face was calm.

With a clear squeak, a secret door seemed to be opened under the bed, and then there was a soft gasp.

After a short time, the shadow under the bed shook, and a man in black slowly emerged.

An Jing saw it clearly, but didn't move.

The man in black stood up straight, like a ghost, silently standing on the bed, holding a large black hammer in his hand.

An Jing squinted his eyes and looked at the other party secretly. Since the man in black was standing behind the window, it was backlit. He couldn't see what the man in black looked like, but from the feeling, she had never seen him before.

Although he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, An Jing knew clearly that the person was smiling, and from his wide open mouth, he could see the white teeth.

The man in black stretched out his palm and seemed to want to touch An Jing's face.

His hands were black and rough, even his fingernails were black, and they had a strong smell of blood.

An Jing could see clearly and smell it clearly. The smell made his stomach churn for a while, almost spitting out all the gastric juices.

But just as his hand was about to approach An Jing, the hammer in his right hand suddenly raised, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, he swung it towards An Jing's head.

This hammer is terrifying.

At this moment, An Jing's eyes suddenly opened, his body was as fast as lightning, and he held the man's wrist.

"you!"

The man in black looked shocked.

This person is the head of the inn, and his cultivation base has reached the third-grade cultivation base, which can barely be regarded as the cultivation base of the upper third-grade.

An Jing sneered, and all his inner strength gathered into the palm of his hand.

"Crack! Kick!"

"what--!"

The shopkeeper of the inn only felt a piercing pain hit, and then the entire arm was removed, and he couldn't help making a shrill sound.

But the sound seemed to be isolated, and there was no sound at all outside the house.

"Who the **** are you?"

An Jing asked coldly.

The shopkeeper's forehead was covered in cold sweat, "I am a member of the Seven Evils Sect, and I lost sight of it today. I hope your Excellency can give me a way to live, and it can be considered a good fate."

He never thought that the ordinary black-robed man in front of him had such a high level of cultivation.

With his third-grade cultivation base, he almost never missed a beat, but he was subdued by one move today.

No, it's not a trick.

"late."

At this moment, the door opened, and a figure walked in slowly.

It was Lou Xiangquan.

"you...."

Seeing this, the shopkeeper couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, "You killed Elder Zhang?"

Elder Zhang was a second-rank cultivation base, but he was silently killed by the old man.

Kicked the iron plate... No, kicked the iron mountain!

"Are you talking about that sleazy woman?"

Lou Xiangzhen said indifferently: "If so, she has already gone down."

vile woman! ?

Hearing this, An Jing couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Lou Xiangzhen looked at An Jing and said, "They should be members of the Seven Evils Sect. This black shop should have killed a lot of people. Let's kill them together."

An Jing nodded, and then slapped the top of the shopkeeper's Tianling cover.

"boom!"

Hearing a loud noise, the shopkeeper immediately stopped breathing.

An Jing asked, "Senior Lou, did you kill that woman?"

"killed."

Lou Xiangzhen nodded slightly.

An Jing said suspiciously, "She doesn't want to do something to you, right?"

"Humph!"

Lou Xiangzhen's complexion changed slightly, and then he snorted coldly, "Such a filthy woman, want to have **** with me too?"

An Jing blinked, then touched his cheek.

The world has changed! ?

An Jing remembered that in the daytime, when he took out the "General Outline of Kendo", there was also a little book, and Lou Xiangzhen's strange expression at that time.

"Senior Lou, aren't you still a brood? That's really a pity for that woman's graceful body..."

An Jing took a look at Lou Xiangzhen.

"What a bunch of nonsense! It's a lie! It's out of nothing!"

Lou Xiangzhen seemed to be in pain, pointed at An Jing and said desperately: "If you talk about this again, I will go to Qingfengtang to collect tens of thousands of taels of silver now."

I saw Lou Xiangzhen's complexion changing rapidly, so exciting.

An Jing saw a quiver in his heart, and he actually made a statement in his own words. This is exactly what he said.

The two stared at each other like this, neither of them saying a word.

Time seemed to stand still.

After a long while, An Jing calmed down and said, "Senior Lou is splendid and elegant, with a noble character, untainted by worldly feelings and hatreds, and devoted himself to practicing kendo. He is really a role model for my generation."

He also needs Lou Xiangzhen to **** him, and he must not offend this person at this moment.

Lou Xiangzhen's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he recovered a little after hearing An Jing's words.

An Jing changed the subject and said, "In my opinion, these people from the Seven Demons Sect opened this black shop with a different purpose. It seems that there is a tunnel under this bed."

He remembered very clearly that the shopkeeper just now ran out of this tunnel.

"Go in and see that there is a black shop in Nanhua City, which is obviously unusual."

Lou Xiangzhen took a deep breath and said, "Aren't you going to explore the bottom of the Seven Evil Sect? This is a good opportunity."

An Jing nodded, knowing in his heart: This old broiler is not willing to follow him.

Afterwards, An Jing simply cleaned up and opened the secret compartment under the bed.

tom!

With a crisp sound, An Jing fell to the ground, his eyes looked down, and it turned out to be a tunnel half a zhang high.

The tunnel was very narrow, and only one person could pass through. An Jing bent down and walked towards the inner end of the tunnel.

The air in the tunnel is humid, and the stench and musty smell are mixed together, making people feel sick.

An Jing's brows were twisted into a pimple, and he could feel that the place was very long.

There were many forks in the tunnel, obviously leading to different rooms, but An Jing ignored it and just kept walking towards the depths.

The further he walked, the stronger the **** smell in the air. After about half a column of incense, the front was blocked and there was no way to go.

An Jing hurried to the front, fixed his eyes and saw that it was an iron door blocking the way, he put his hand on it, and suddenly, a cold air spread from the iron door to his palm.

It was a kind of coldness to the core.

He pushed it gently, but the iron door didn't move at all. An Jing took a deep breath, his internal force was running on his injury, and he pushed again, and with a soft sound, the iron door opened in response.

An Jing didn't jump out immediately, but quickly took a few steps back. After seeing that there was no danger, he silently looked outside.

Inside the iron gate is an ice cellar.

This ice cellar is not big, the space is long and narrow, and it is very dark~www.mtlnovel.com~ And in this small ice cellar, there are more than ten clothes hanging like pork on iron hooks, which can be put on clothes It's not pork, it's people.

One after another had been stripped of the naked corpses, males and females, many of which had been dilapidated, and their flesh had turned pale.

It was the first time that An Jing saw such a scene, and he felt a chill in his heart and shuddered.

He slowly walked out of the tunnel dumbfounded, looking at the hanging corpse, his heart fluttered.

This scene is really terrifying.

Suddenly, a black shadow crawled out of the corpse.

It was a slap-sized bug, the whole body was snow-white, crystal clear, and it seemed to be connected by blood threads.

Gu worm! ?

Seeing this, An Jing frowned sharply.

"Who!?"

The next moment, a cold drink came from a distance like a sharp sword.

Chapter end