"Death Soldier!"

At this moment, Xu Fuxing's eyes showed a brilliant light.

Cutting the tongue is a routine operation for cultivating dead men.

Unless they are special dead soldiers, such as those who accompany their masters, most ordinary dead soldiers are illiterate and unable to speak.

Because it is the simplest and most convenient to cultivate such a dead man, and there is no need to worry too much about their loyalty. The energy and wealth required to be consumed are far from comparable to the cultivation of special dead man.

Most of these dead men were orphans or poor children who were sold when they were young.

They only know that they work hard for the "master", their minds are almost blank, and they have no other outlook on life.

The Song Dynasty once had a flood of dead soldiers, especially in the unstable era, where too many people trained such dead soldiers to guard the house. They were more loyal than dogs and more fierce than bears and fearless than death.

Zhao Dongting originally prohibited various forces from cultivating dead soldiers. In addition to being pitiful because of these dead soldiers, there are also reasons why these dead soldiers are prone to becoming unstable factors.

During the period when the rule of law in the Song Dynasty was still under construction, there were endless dead soldiers, which made the local social security bureaus pile up many major cases where the truth could not be found.

The gray-clothed dead man had the cultivation level of the Zhongyuan realm, and he rushed to Xu Fuxing in just a few leaps.

Only Xu Fuxing was in his eyes.

For example, the IQ of a dead man like him is usually much lower than that of ordinary people. But it is also this "innocent heart" that allows them to almost remember their goals.

He must have seen the portrait of Xu Fuxing.

Xu Fuxing refused to retreat, but just stared at the cold-eyed dead man in front of him. At this moment, there seemed to be an obsession that could overcome the fear of death.

And in the distance behind, more than a dozen people were dumbfounded.

They were sent by newspapers from various places to follow Xu Fuxing. Unexpectedly, people would intercept Xu Fuxing on the road.

This is definitely a hot topic.

After coming back to his senses, he still kept his eyes open.

Of course Xu Fuxing won't die.

Xu Fuxing, who was accompanied by four old beggars on the surface, was unknown in the dark and there were still many people guarding his safety.

Qi Wulie and two Zijing Villa Zhenwu Realm Priests followed him. If this were the case, the mere Zhongyuan Realm Dead Soldiers would kill Xu Fuxing. Then Qi Wulie, a pseudo-extreme realm powerhouse, would have no shame to see anyone again.

This is the old strong man who is second only to the old eunuch Kong Yuanzhou in the world, who is now in the world, appears quietly in the sky.

His hands seemed to be pressing down very slowly.

The dead soldier who was rushing towards Xu Fuxing seemed to suddenly receive a huge force of tens of thousands of pounds, and his eyes suddenly burst out. Then the blue veins were exposed and he could no longer move.

With this hand alone, Qi Wulie can make countless people in the world call miracles. The combination of artistic conception and internal energy is a way for those who have studied the unpredictable state of artistic conception and internal energy to have such a way.

Then, Qi Wulie, whose hair and beard were white, fell to the ground.

The people from the newspapers behind were all stunned again.

Who would have thought that such a master would appear?

It originally seemed like a gimmick, but now it is suddenly confusing. If the assassin and the strong are written out, it will inevitably attract countless people's attention.

At the same time, the Zhongyuan realm's dead soldiers also bleeding from seven orifices, and then fell to the ground without a sound.

Xu Fuxing looked at him in a daze, at first confused, but then he showed an anxious look, "Why did you kill him? In this way, how can you find a girl?"

This is a questioning person who is the strongest in the Song Dynasty today.

This shows how important the position of Cao Pillow Mat in his mind.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have annoyed Qi Wulie like this. He was not only a pseudo-extreme powerhouse, but also the owner of Zijing Villa. He was humble in front of Zhao Dongting, but his inner spirit was absolutely unimaginable.

"snort!"

Just because there was Xu Fuxing, who might have a close relationship with Zhao Dongting, Qi Wulie snorted and said, "This is a dead soldier. What's the point of saving his life? Don't worry, since the dead soldier has appeared, your granddaughter will die or live, and things will be fruitful soon."

"Um?"

Xu Fuxing was even more puzzled.

"Stay going!"

Qi Wulie, who was a little annoyed, did not explain, sucked the body of the dead soldier on the ground into his hand with his right hand, and then he went there at an extremely fast speed and disappeared at the end of the dirt road.

He naturally would not pay attention to the people from the newspapers behind him.

The four old beggars were still in a state of glaring glare at this time.

The sudden death warriors made them nervous just now, and Qi Wulie, who appeared immediately afterwards, made them feel even more shocked and confused.

They all watched Qi Wulie fall from the sky.

For them, those who are capable of some skills are already masters. Have you ever seen a god like Qi Wulie?

After finally coming to his senses, the four pairs of eyes looked at Xu Fuxing who was thinking.

The Living Map asked, "Old, Lao Xu, who are you?"

From the conversation between Qi Wulie and Xu Fuxing just now, they knew that Xu Fuxing was definitely not a beggar like them. How could an ordinary beggar get in touch with a god like the one just now?

Xu Fuxing nodded softly and sighed: "I have worked hard these days. I'll tell you in detail when the matter is found out. Please ask the old brothers to accompany me forward. How about it?"

"Will someone else... come to kill you?"

An old beggar asked, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.

Although they no longer have too much hope for life and are used to such muddy days, this does not mean that they are not afraid of death.

Any creature is born to be afraid of death.

Xu Fuxing could see the anxiety of the four beggars, and suddenly thought of something, saying, "The four of you will go to Gong'an County to wait for me and keep the four old brothers in the dark to accompany me. Xu should thank you very much."

The old beggars waved their hands.

The old man with the map of the living said: "Don't say that, we are afraid that in just over ten days... we still live like a person."

His face was quite complicated, "It's just... I don't have to accompany you to Changsha again."

He seemed a little regretful, but he didn't say it out loud. Because he didn't have to go to Changsha, this was a good thing for Xu Fuxing.

“See you goodbye.”

Xu Fuxing raised his hands and continued to move forward. He took two steps, then turned around and said, "Four brothers, please remember to wait for me in Gong'an County."

Four old beggars, look at me, look at you. In the end, they followed Xu Fuxing again.

They were muttering on the road and didn't know what they were saying. From time to time, they looked back at the people from the newspaper behind, and they seemed to be becoming more and more free and easy.

“There’s a result.”

Before the five people arrived in Ouchi Town, Qi Wulie suddenly fell from the sky in surprise.

Xu Fuxing's steps suddenly stopped and said anxiously: "Is it dead or alive?"

"I don't know."

Qi Wulie shook his head gently and said coldly: "But the two elders under me have already come to save me. If your granddaughter is alive, you will be able to rescue you. Don't worry about this."
Chapter completed!