I have a long pupil

Chapter 97 The Murderer Tai Sui

The backyard of the Li Mansion was in chaos in an instant.

Seeing that Li Jia was killed, all the Shasheng believers were stunned and went crazy for an instant.

Killing religion is good at deceiving people's hearts. It will make people taste the sweetness in the early stage, but then it will be controlled by various means, making people fall deeper and deeper.

Their mission is to protect Li Jia.

No one dared to ask why, they only knew that if Li Jia died, they would be punished.

The feeling that life is worse than death is not much better than that of Li Mao and his son. The only way is to catch the assassin.

Whoosh whoosh!
Crossbow arrows and darts came like rain and waterfalls.

No matter how good Zhang Biao's skills are, he is only a mortal body, so he can't resist. He rolled back to dodge, and at the same time, three black pills hit Li Jia's body.

This is the Soul Eater Mushroom Smoke Ball.

The snow is soft, but fortunately there are dead bodies on the ground.

Bang bang bang!
The black pill exploded, and the smoke quickly filled the air.

As soon as the disciples in front took a few breaths, they felt their chests feeling heavy and their heads were dizzy. Figures appeared in front of them, attacking them.

"die!"

Swinging a long sword and a short knife, blood splattered everywhere, accompanied by the sound of the sharp blade piercing into the flesh, several people actually started to kill each other.

"Beware of smoke!"

The people behind stopped quickly.

They were just unprepared for a while, but they were all fooling around in the rivers and lakes, and whoever was a fool all retreated with their weapons raised.

"It's a cultivator..."

A guard spoke with eyes full of vigilance.

The other person said angrily: "It's not that I haven't seen it before, please inform Master Mo quickly to get the hook net, and don't let anyone run away!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately calmed down.

Some people ran to the side yard quickly, some went to get the iron lock and hook net, and the rest drew a distance, raising their bows and crossbows to be on guard.

There are quite a few people who have learned spells in the Slaughtering Cult. Although these low-level believers have not yet started, they know how to deal with it.

No matter how strong today's monks are, they are still made of flesh and blood. When their true energy is exhausted, they cannot use spells.

Trapped by a hook net, no matter how strong your body is, you can shoot to death with random arrows.

What's more, there is still one person from 72 Sha staying in the mansion, but that person is gluttonous and lethargic, and he just awakened his natural supernatural powers due to luck.

But as a containment, it is enough.

At this moment, the smoke had quieted down, coupled with the strange laughter in Li Jia's small courtyard, the atmosphere seemed very strange.

Hiding in the smoke, Zhang Biao didn't rush to make a move, but stared at the ground.

He is now wearing a Nuo mask, and he has excellent vision even in the smoke.

On the snow, the mass of red threads gradually spread out and twisted like red nematodes.

what is this?
Zhang Biao was curious in his heart, but right now he was in a tight siege, every qi and energy was precious, so how could he dare to spend it at will to investigate that unknown thing.

And this thing is not simple.

Li Jia died, and Hong Ji lost control.

With the strange laughter in the small courtyard behind him, the red thread kept twisting and burrowing into Li Jia's body like a nematode.

Suddenly, Li Jia shook her hands slightly.

Is this thing still attached?
Just when Zhang Biao was surprised, a thin man in disheveled clothes came running from a distance, reeking of alcohol, and angrily said, "You idiots, how can you let people die!"

When all the believers heard this, they dared not speak out.

At the same time, several believers also ran over with the iron chain hook net, lifted it up together, eager to try.

This thing is designed to deal with the masters of the rivers and lakes.

Chen Hou'er, who used to be in the West Market with good agility, was almost trapped by Marquis Wu with this thing.

Seeing this, the thin man hurriedly said: "I forced him out, you can see for sure."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, and a ball of flames spewed out, surging towards him.

It is somewhat similar to the divine art of the Huo Luo Sect, but it is more powerful and turns into a fireball.

Zhang Biao didn't care. What really alarmed him was Li Jia's corpse, which was controlled by the red line and crawled up in a strange posture.

Backlash!

Zhang Biao knew what was going on at a glance.

All spells have a price, and backlash is one of them.

The beast control method backfires, the spirit beast will go out of control and hurt people, the sword repair backfires, and the flying sword will bite the master.

Li Jia used the divine art of killing life: Please Sha, now the red fierce is back, and even took his body.

Now that the wind and snow were blowing, seeing the ecstasy smoke around him gradually fading, Zhang Biao rolled his eyes, raised his left hand, and a cursed black light flew out.

It made a circle, flew out from beside Li Jia, and went straight to the thin man who controlled the fireball.

"Spell!"

The thin man jumped in fright, and dragged the Shasheng cultist beside him to stand in front of him.

"what!"

The unlucky believer was cursed with a curse, black lines spread all over his body, and he rolled to the ground screaming.

"Got you!"

The thin man didn't care about it, his eyes were full of fierce eyes, he pulled the fireball with his right hand, and controlled the fireball to fall suddenly.

boom!
The flames splashed, and Li Jia's body was hit, and it made a strange cry, ran two steps, and fell to the ground and turned into coke.

"Caught!"

The hook net iron chain batch covered the head and face, and then arrows and darts roared, shooting the corpse into a hedgehog.

call!
The red fierce was stimulated, and in an instant, white mist rose from the ground and filled the entire garden.

The thin man's complexion changed, "Not good, back!"

However, it's too late.

In the small courtyard behind, red paper lanterns flew out one after another, paper sedan chairs, paper figures and horses all rushed out.

All of a sudden, there was thick fog and snow, laughing and laughing, and ghosts and ghosts danced in the courtyard.

Bang!
A killing cultist had no time to escape, and was caught in a paper sedan chair, and then he lost his breath and fell to the ground...

A maid was terrified and swung wildly with a short knife, unaware that there was a paper man lying behind her, her face was pale and her eyes were red.

Soon, the maid's eyes were dull, and she fell to the ground without breathing.

"Go away!"

The thin man also used his magical powers, spraying out a ball of fire, spinning around his body, and galloping towards the exit of the memory.

But the real god of death has just appeared.

Zhang Biao wore a Nuo mask on his head, and rushed forward with both feet. With a sudden shake of his left wrist, the elusive rope roared out.

clap la la...

The thin man only heard the sound of the chain, and his neck was bound, and then a huge force came, which made him roll continuously in the snow.

puff!

Before he could react, Zhang Biao swung his sword and passed by.

Blood spattered and heads flew up.

"Hee hee ha ha..."

There was a strange laugh, and the paper figurine attacked behind him, but was hit by a curse immediately after.

Black lines spread, and pieces of paper flew.

Zhang Biao didn't even look at it, and rushed out with a horizontal knife in his hand.

The wind and snow are flying under the feet, the light of the knife in the hand is shining, sweeping, vertically chopping, sideways...

In the white mist, blood splattered and screams continued.

Soon, the believers suffered heavy casualties.

The rest of the paper figurines were red and fierce, so they naturally stared at him, the red lights flashed, and they swarmed towards him laughing and laughing.

Zhang Biao was excited to kill, his eyes were full of fierce light, he turned his head suddenly, and removed the underworld fire skull from his waist.

call!
The blue ghost fire spewed out.

In an instant, the entire backyard turned into a sea of ​​flames.

"Squeak!"

The paper people were covered in blue flames and turned into ashes. Those affected cultists also ran away screaming and fell silent in the snow.

In less than half a stick of incense, the entire Li Mansion was dead silent.

The red and white mist quickly dissipated, and there were sprayed blood and charred corpses everywhere on the snow in the backyard.

Only Zhang Biao was standing, wearing a ghost mask, and Mo Wendao was dripping with blood.

He swung the knife to shake the blood, retracted it into the sheath, and strode to the left.

Perhaps it was the reason for Hongji's collapse, the red thread also lost its aura, and shrank into a ball without any movement.

What the hell is this?

Zhang Biao had an intuition that it was a treasure, and he was about to use the eyes of spiritual vision to check it out, but suddenly frowned and looked towards the gate.

The flames were brightly lit there, and the voices of people were buzzing.

Zhang Biao frowned, quickly wrapped the ball of red thread with a cloth, took three steps in two, rushed up the courtyard wall, and disappeared in the wind and snow...

Outside the door, the Jinwu Guards kept gathering.

The watchman said tremblingly: "The villain came over and found the door open, no one was guarding the door, and there were strange noises inside."

"Sir, what should I do?"

"It's Li's mansion. General Chu said, no matter what noises are going on in Li's mansion, don't bother..."

The leader of the team had cloudy eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "If nothing happens, we will be scolded at most, but if something happens, we will all be in bad luck!"

"Go in and search!"

With an order, the Jinwu Guards swarmed in.

Soon, they came to the back garden.

Looking at the corpses all over the floor, the leader of the Jinwu Guard was stunned, "Damn, something serious happened!"

clang!clang!clang!
The hasty gong sounded.

In Fangshi around Li's Mansion, fire dragons gathered one after another, and almost all the bad guys from Jinwuwei, Wuhou, and Jingzhao Mansions were mobilized, searching for suspicious traces everywhere.

They know, mostly useless.

But you have to do it right.

After all, Emperor Zhao Mian had loved Li Guiren for ten years, and everyone knew how troublesome it was.

The location of the Li Mansion is the place where the dignitaries gather in Beicheng.

Soon, the news spread rapidly.

Some people were delighted, some laughed, some were worried, and some had already started to prepare a memorial.

"There is still a living here!"

In the back garden of the Li Mansion, a maid who was unconscious was dragged out of the grass by the Jinwu Guards, and she was awakened by several slaps on the face.

"Tell me, who is the murderer?!"

The maid was full of fear, and tremblingly said: "It's a man in black with a ghost mask on his head..."

In the darkness of Fangshi in the distance, a group of people of different shapes stood quietly, and the leader was Xu Lingxu.

His face was twisted, and there was fear in his eyes.

The man next to him with scars all over his face said in a deep voice: "There is news from the inner circle that Li Jia is dead, and the person who did it was the heir of Fang Xiangzong."

Behind him, a Confucian scholar with straight facial features said: "That's the parasitic fetus of the leader, this is troublesome..."

Bang!
Xu Lingxu turned around abruptly, kicked the Confucian scholar away, and shouted, "You're just kidding!"

The square-faced scholar wiped the blood from his mouth, got up from the snow, and said with a sneer without fear on his face, "Your surname is Xu, you should go and ask the leader for your sins. We are just ordered to help you, don't take your anger out on us!"

Blood was shining in Xu Lingxu's eyes, and his face was full of ferociousness, but seeing the cold eyes of others, he suppressed his anger.

"You don't need to talk too much!"

Although he and the right protector are respected in the sect and their strength is much higher than others, but 72 is in harmony with each other, and it was originally used by the sect master to contain them.

If you turn your face hastily, you may not be able to take advantage of it.

Thinking of this, Xu Lingxu took a deep breath, "I'm going to apologize to the leader right now, you go and pass on a message to Chu Shiyuan, and follow our orders from now on, if you don't obey, drive the Gu worms."

With that said, he threw out a small leather drum.

"Tell him, the murderer, Tai Sui!"

(End of this chapter)