Ten Capitals, Nine Observations, Eight Poles, Seven Yuans, Six Divisions, Five Elders Compete for Da

Chapter 23 No Birth Mother, Vacuum Hometown!
"Woo - woo!"

Bu Linghou's eldest son - Bu Shan's appearance can only be described as "fat head and big ears". It is the endless wealth of Dongli City that made him pampered and pampered into what he is now.

But right now, he can only watch helplessly as his own wealth falls into the hands of Dongman.

He wanted to reprimand loudly, but his mouth was stuffed with stinky stockings, so he could only whimper to express his resentment.

Jiang Chen sneered, and his cold eyes immediately fell on this noble young master, jokingly said:
"In terms of obscenity, you are exactly like your father. Are you playing your father?"

There are countless rumors about Bu Linghou's licentiousness and obsession with ghosts and gods, which are not new.

But perhaps because of "the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked", the young master in front of him who is bound to inherit the throne in the future, compared with his father, can be said to be "green comes from blue and is better than blue".

Minnv Wei is one of its insignificant victims.

Qingzhou soldiers tore off the stinky socks from Bu Shan's mouth. After taking a few deep breaths of clean air, he said with a little anger:

"Fuck your ass, you goddamn Dongman—"

boom!
Before he finished speaking, a heavy punch landed on Bu Shan's face, knocking out several teeth in an instant, and his mouth was dripping with blood.

After being punched several times in a row, Bu Shan's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he immediately became more honest:
"Yes, the most important thing in inheriting the position of prince has never been ability. It's just the order of birth and the four-character evaluation of 'this son's father'. The more capable, the more uneasy his father will be. A fool will be able to securely inherit the family business."

Impersonation is everywhere... Jiang Chen felt amused, and pretended to ask casually:
"You dudes, what do you play in your daily life? Fighting crickets?"

As soon as he heard the word "fighting crickets", Bu Shan immediately became interested, and said with a little pride:
"Of course, the cricket king I raise is ten thousand times stronger than those guys in the capital!"

A gleam flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and he smiled and said:
"Where?"

Bu Shan slyly responded:

"Let me go and I'll tell you!"

Jiang Chen smiled and just waved his hand.

Feng Lebin couldn't help laughing out loud.

These pampered nobles may have a very small number of noble temperaments, but most of them are not as good as ordinary people, and they can't even survive the most common punishment.

boom!
Bang bang bang!
After only six or seven punches, Bu Shan burst into tears and cried out:
"I said...I said it all!"

Jiang Chen patted his shoulder and said with a smile:
"It would have been better if I said no earlier? You can still avoid a severe beating."

Bu Shan was full of grievances, and told the storage location. The Cricket King lived under the mulberry tree in the back garden. There was a wooden sign hanging on the top, with five large characters written on it:

【Mighty General】.

There is a tree hole under the wooden sign, which is the nest of the cricket king.

Jiang Chen immediately ran to the depths of the courtyard, and he found an old mulberry tree nearly three meters high. He was delighted to find that the beard and hair of this cricket were completely white, which fully met the standard of "monarch medicine".

and.

The reason why it can live for more than three years is also quite amazing.

After seeing the scene on the mulberry tree, the rest of Qingzhou soldiers were amazed:

"Aren't crickets vegetarian?"

"Look, it swallowed that young silkworm whole!"

"As expected of a mighty general, hahahaha~"

From the banter of the crowd, it can be known that this white-bearded cricket eats meat, especially the plump silkworms.

When a large number of strangers entered the back garden, the mighty general seemed to feel a great crisis, gave up eating, and spread his wings to fly away from the mulberry tree.

But in the next second, Jiang Chen activated the Ranger of Han, jumped up, stretched out his hand, and gently grabbed the fat and old mighty general, and put it into the wooden box.

All the monarchs, ministers and envoys needed to be promoted to [Scavenger] have been obtained.

Next,
Just take the medicine and perform the ritual, and you will be out of the mundane... From then on, you will become a saint!

Jiang Chen was in a good mood, turned around and walked back to the hall, only to find that Bu Shan was trembling all over, with a look of despair on his face, and immediately shouted after seeing Jiang Chen:
"Take me away!"

"?"

Jiang Chen slowly made a question mark.

The Qingzhou soldiers guarding at the side frowned, and said in a low voice:
"Just now this kid asked me if the portrait of the door god at the gate was scratched? I said yes, and he yelled desperately, asking to leave here and hoping to see you."

There was a tinge of indescribable fear in Bu Shan's eyes, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly confided the great witch Zhu's plan:

"The great witch Zhu told me a few months ago that once Dongli City faced the most dangerous situation, he would immediately kill my father and use the blood of Loulan princes to forcibly set off a night walk of ghosts. Only the portrait of the door god can prohibit ghosts. In and out."

"what?!"

Jiang Chen was shocked, remembering the pain when he broke through the gate of the courtyard, and suddenly understood everything, seeing Bu Shan's fat head and big ears, he couldn't help but be very annoyed and said:

"Stupid thing, why didn't you say it earlier?"

Bu Shan had a bitter face: "I just remembered..."

Feng Lebin also felt a little unbelievable and questioned:
"How can I tell you such a secret?"

Bu Shan was silent for a few seconds, and said word by word:

"The great witch Zhu is my real father."

…………

The setting sun is like blood.

The hot blood of the soldiers flowed all over the streets of Dongli City, which was actually a little redder than the setting sun.

of course.

Most of the blood came from two thousand Dongli soldiers.

The Qingzhou soldiers of Zhang Longxiang's department lost only half of the damage. His strong performance made many military officials recognize the fake school lieutenant-Zhang Ying.

Strength is always the passport of the strong!
"It's too powerful, especially the captain. Is he really human?" Bu Linghou hid in the Hou's mansion and shivered. It was not night yet, and the basic conditions for the night tour of the ghosts could not be fulfilled. He couldn't help cursing:
"It's not a problem to persist for thirty to fifty days as promised, but it's not even a day, what a waste! Rubbish! Idiot!"

Hearing this, Mr. Wen's face was ugly, and he felt a bit of "things hurt his kind" inexplicably.

Although Colonel Dongli was rebellious, he persisted in fighting from the beginning to the end until he died, but he never thought that he would be slandered and insulted by Bu Linghou just after he died in battle.

But at this time.

The great witch Zhu bowed slightly, and humbly said:
"Junhou, I have a plan. I can launch the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk in advance to save Dongli. You will also become a great hero who fights against Dongman."

Bu Linghou was overjoyed, the more he looked at the great witch, the more pleasing he was, and said cordially:
"There is an old saying in Dongman, in the fierce wind, you can tell whether the grass is strong and straight, and in the moment of fierce turmoil, you can distinguish the true loyal minister. My great witch Zhu, if I can repel the enemy, I will definitely I personally went to the capital of Loulan to ask for credit for you."

The great witch Zhu shook her head, her tone was extremely sincere:

"No, I'm the one asking for credit for you."

Bu Linghou was stunned, for a moment he didn't understand the meaning of Dawu Zhu's words, but in the next second, he personally realized the true meaning.

A sharp dagger suddenly pierced into Bu Linghou's chest, and blood flowed horizontally.

With just one or two breaths, the "Lord of Dongli City", "the titular father of Dawu Zhu's own son", "the elder brother of the Loulan Yan clan", and "one of the four princes of Loulan" died at this time. now.

"You? A traitor!"

Duke Wen was furious.

The great witch Zhu laughed happily, but her voice was as cold as an ice abyss:
"You go down too, and accompany your prince!"

next second.

A creepy thing happened!

Wen Gong cried out in pain, his limbs and bones shrank rapidly at this moment, his muscles collapsed, his skin withered and white, and traces of the source of life burst out of his body, flowing into Da Wu Zhu's eyebrows like a stream, which made him feel particularly comfortable. moans.

After the blood, spirit, source, and luck of the two people with the highest status in Dongli City had been swallowed up, the aura on Dawu Zhu's body became deeper and more holy. Put the palms together and recite reverently:

"No birth mother, a vacuum hometown!"

…………

Outside the Hou Mansion.

Thousands of Qingzhou soldiers were like wolves and tigers, attacking the last line of defense of the Hou Mansion.

But at this time!

Zhang Ying looked down inadvertently, and his own shadow had a slight blood-red luster. He immediately sensed something was wrong, and said in a deep voice:
"Stop attacking, and the whole army stays on the ground."

He looked up at the dilapidated Hou Mansion at this time, always feeling an indescribable fear.

(End of this chapter)