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The communication was smoother this time. The other party asked Yang Zhao and soon asked about You You.

"Do you know why he suddenly attacked you?"

"do not know."

Yang Zhao sighed: "When we first met, we quite trusted him. He wanted us to go into his belly and directly physically cross the sky, but we all thought it was a bit risky, so we rejected the idea."

She paused and continued: "It was mainly me who proposed it, and others agreed with my point of view."

The young man asked again.

"Anything else? Did you have any arguments on the road?"

Yang Zhao shook his head and said: "No, we have never met before. How can we quarrel if there is no conflict? He took action suddenly."

"Do you suspect that he is related to the attack on the cross-border flying boat? Did he say anything to you?"

"Of course I suspect that he has something to do with those things. The two of us are fighting to the death, who has the heart to talk about it."

Yang Zhao looked sincere: "Even if he seizes the body, I won't bother to say a word to him."

The middle-aged man was a little confused: "Why didn't you ask?"

Yang Zhao also answered sincerely.

"He has been begging me for mercy, and has been threatening me with his background. I am a soft-hearted and timid person. I am afraid that if I ask too many questions, I will not be able to take action."

The middle-aged man continued to ask: "Why didn't you spare his life? Once he died, the clues would be gone."

"You belong to the Great Zhou Army, so naturally you don't know the sufferings of us heretic monks."

Yang Zhao frowned, and every hair on his hair exuded a bitter taste.

"If he didn't want to kill me, how could I be so cruel? I am a heretic monk. I really don't dare to offend anyone. I am afraid that someone will come to Hedong in thirty years. Don't bully young people into poverty."

"Who dares to stay with you for thirty years? Mr. Yang is so humble."

Liu Zhengxia, who was sitting on the side, smiled, moved his hand back, and a ten-inch bamboo box flew slowly in front of Yang Zhao.

"Mr. Yang must be tired after talking for so long. In this box are some scar removal medicines sent to me by my little girl Ruojuan. I haven't used them yet. If you don't mind, sir, please take them back and use them."

Yang Zhao took the small bamboo box and said, "Thank you so much, General Liu. I am troubled by these scars."

After Yang Zhao carried the box and went out with others, those around him turned their attention away.

Liu Zhengxia took a breath and closed his eyes.

"What do you think?"

"What Yang Zhao said is no different from what those soldiers said. I can be sure that she didn't lie."

"She didn't lie, but that doesn't mean what she said was the truth!"

The young general Jiang Hua, who had just been carried out, came in again at some point.

"General, you can't just take whatever she says..."

Liu Zhengxia opened his mouth to stop the young general from chattering.

"What did she say?"

Jiang Hua paused: "This...she falsely accused General You of collaborating with the enemy."

"Did she hit it hard?" Liu Zhengxia opened his eyes and looked at the young general quietly.

The young general's face froze: "She...but she..."

"She didn't tell the truth. She did it because the two parties didn't know each other and had reasonable suspicion after being attacked, but she didn't tell the truth."

Liu Zhengxia sighed, turned around and asked, "How is the treatment of Youyou's body? Did you find anything useful?" Someone stood up and answered in a low voice.

"It's hard to find now, General, as you know, he stuffed all of Youyou's things into his stomach, but now he is covered in poison, and the poison is also infectious, not only infective It also infects living things and dead things, and is difficult to prevent.”

"This has caused everything in the stomach to be contaminated with this poison. Only the golden elixir can be exposed to it for a short time. At present, we have only completed the inspection of his magic weapon, and the rest will take some time. .”

Liu Zhengxia raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Is it so poisonous? Have you found out what kind of poison it is?"

"Currently, time is limited, so we haven't found anything yet, but it seems that its nature is earth and fire, and its nature is very strong."

Liu Zhengxia's eyes were filled with smiles.

"It's a good thing. Ask Yang Zhao personally. She must know how to guard against this thing."

Seeing that the topic moved elsewhere, the standing young general became anxious.

"General, aren't you going to capture Yang Zhao? He must know something else. He tortured her to extract confessions. I don't believe she didn't tell!"

Liu Zhengxia's originally relaxed brows suddenly wrinkled, and he looked at Jiang Hua with cold eyes.

"Jiang Hua, I know you and You You have a good relationship. He was the one who led you into the army, but don't forget your identity. You are no longer a child. Someone, pull Jiang Hua down and don't come out for half a month. Got it!"

Jiang Hua was immediately grabbed by the arm, and he was still jumping to his feet.

"General! Are you going to favor Yang Zhao just because her family has sent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver? I won't accept it, and I won't accept it even to my death!"

Liu Zhengxia had a flash of inspiration and sealed Jiang Hua's mouth.

"One month, lock him up for a month, and then come out when he has figured it out. If he can't figure it out, don't come out."

"General, calm down, Jiang Hua is still young and energetic..."

"If he were a mortal, he would have been buried at this age. It would be a bit shameless to think of himself as a young man."

Zhang Yang Zhao didn't know that Zhang Yang Zhao was at war here. She followed the people back to her cabin. After a while, a golden elixir monk came to her and asked politely how to avoid Youyou's poison.

Yang Zhao took out the lead jar containing the Youyou Orb.

"I usually use this thing to pack it."

The monk took the jar and took a look: "Lazuli is enough?"

Yang Zhao nodded: "It must be thick enough."

The golden elixir monk politely returned the can.

, said: "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Looking at the door that was closed again, Yang Zhao held his breath and touched a compressed biscuit, chewing it.

After a long time to calm down, she found the messenger weapon and entered Zhuan Rui Tower to find information about the Slaughter Blade.

After searching for a long time, Yang Zhao couldn't find any definite information. Generally speaking, there are two theories.

It is said that this is a magical weapon. As long as the enemy's name is written on it, his head can be cut off even across the world.

Others say that this is a killer organization that involves all realms. It will do things if you are paid, and the Nascent Soul will also kill you for you to see.

Each of these two theories has its supporters, and no one can convince the other. But if you want to say who has seen it with his own eyes, none of them have. Everything is speculation and there is no evidence.

In the world of cultivation, where everyone is pursuing the high road alone, this kind of headless, unsubstantiated speculation cannot arouse much of people's nature.

Everyone is more willing to discuss things related to cultivation and opportunities.

Perhaps, coupled with the fact that the Slaughter Blade is cautious in its actions, it is not highly discussed in Zhuan Rui Tower, and there is very little information about it.

Yang Zhao lay on the bed frustrated: "I regret it a little, I should whip You You's soul."