final catastrophe

Chapter 65 13. Receiving the Wind and Washing the Dust
"Shushasha" a strange and unknown voice came from behind him.

If it's an ordinary person, I'm afraid I'll be terrified, and then I'll look back.

But Xia Ji just smiled and said lightly: "Shushashashasha"

"rustle?"

"Swish"

After a short and mysterious exchange that was inexplicable to ordinary people, the wild forest suddenly became quiet.

Then a little boy in red clothes came out from behind Xia Ji, he brushed away his long disheveled hair, revealing his pale face, with tears of blood dripping from the corners of his eyes.

His pupils are cold, crazy, and terrified, making people scream when they see them.

Xia Ji only took one look at him, and said coldly: "Since when did Jing Jing Zhai become so low-key, and even sent ghost slaves out in front of the members?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a "bride" with red lips and a red wedding dress walked out from behind the earthen grave not far away.

"I haven't seen you before." The woman spoke the first sentence.

Xia Ji frowned and didn't answer, but asked directly: "Is there any brochure for this year?"

"What booklet?" The bride in red blinked her eyes in confusion.

"What about the product introduction?"

Seeing the numb expression on the bride's face in red, Xia Ji shook his head and said, "I'm very disappointed."

Then, he turned around directly and walked out of the forest.

The red-gauze bride took a look at him, and felt inexplicably angry. Being exiled to Longzangzhou by Ji Jingzhai to receive customers is already sad enough. Even she doesn't know if there are any members in this new land. .

Later, she finally welcomed a guest and successfully completed the transaction.

After that, I met a few more people, but they were all ordinary members of the white class.

But when those members came, which one didn't laugh with them?How can there be someone like the master in front of him who leaves at the slightest disagreement?

Bodhisattvas really have fire.

If I talk to you again, I won't be called Tu Ling.

The red yarn bride is not very old, but she was trained by the monsters of Ji Jingzhai, so her strength is not bad.

Ji Jing Zhai, one of the two veins was born out of the Corpse Exorcist Sect, but when it comes to strength, they are the difference between immortals and ants.

What the corpse chasers drive away are corpses, soulless things.

And they are manipulating ghost corpses, what is ghost corpses?Those who are full of resentment and have already turned into ghosts, but still need to return to their corpses, are called ghost corpses.

Of course, this is just the tip of the iceberg of their strength. After countless years of development, they have come to an extreme and possessed strange skills.

Even, the avatar is weird.

After all, Ji Jing Zhai is one of the several well-known underground mysterious forces with an extremely long history.

Tu Ling quickly returned to the cemetery, looking at the logs stuffed in the huge stone tombstone in the center, he couldn't help being stunned.

"There are still members using this ancient way of sending messages now? It seems to have only been seen in ancient books." Tu Ling walked over involuntarily, and took out the wood chip directly with Qianqian's slender hands in black gloves.

Looking at the long and obscure, almost symbolic fonts engraved on the annual ring circle.

She couldn't help but fell silent.

can not read it.
But out of professional habits, she quickly rubbed out the symbol. As for what the content said, let's go back and study it slowly.

But instinctively, she felt that the man was not simple, and he might even be the first "blue-level" member she met in Longzangzhou. As for the purple-level, gold-level, and red-level members above the blue level, that is Not possible.

After all, Longzangzhou is just a small place.

Tu Ling straightened his hair, then opened an ancient coffin in a corner, and lay down quietly in it.

The words are divided into two parts.

At this time, Xia Ji had already left the forest.

He didn't mind too much about the killing of the mixed-haired horse. The Journey of Silence had its own rules, let alone a horse, it didn't bother him much.

However, to his disappointment, the Silence fast seems to have declined, not to mention the way of hospitality, even the most basic one "do not ask the identity of the guests" can no longer be done.

The idiot receptionist also said things like "I don't know you".

He shook his head, a little bored in his heart.

Ji Jingzhai was originally a mysterious courtyard with two lines of Corpse Buddha inside. It is also one of the most mysterious underground organizations. It is a time-honored brand specializing in illegal activities, with a long history and good reputation.

Commodities are only available to Zhai members. It is said that as long as they pay the starting price, even the current queen can play for a few days.

In fact, the empress, the concubines who hide in the harem, and even those well-known and charming dignitaries will appear in small corners in the three-year silent record, and the prices are reasonable and reasonable, specifically to meet the needs of certain members.

The Silence Record is jokingly called "Booklet" by members.

Originally, he just wanted to find some ways to restore Xia Tian from Ji Jing Zhai, but since Ji Jing Zhai had not been completed like this, he gave up this thought.

"Let's rely on ourselves." His figure flickered, and he ran towards Lingye City at an extremely fast speed.

At sunset, he managed to reach the west city gate, and after showing his identity plate, he entered the city directly.

When he returned to the knife club, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, because the person sitting at the head of the club was an unfamiliar man,

With a white face and a beardless face, there are more than a dozen swordsmen in scarlet gowns standing behind him.

The disciples of the Dao Club stood aside rather timidly. From the perspective of outsiders, they would think that the disciples of the Dao Club were guests, and the white-faced man was the master.

If the subject and the object are reversed, it must be an evil guest.

Seeing Xia Ji's return, the man didn't get up, but just looked around and said with a smile: "Hey, little beauties, the president of your family is back. Please let me wait."

Touching his chin, he looked up at the young man who had just walked in and said, "Master Xia, your current reputation is something that even my father admires, so tonight, he hired the Zuiyin Building, the city lord, and Ling Ye Some respectable bigwigs in the city have specially invited you, saying that they want to cleanse you up."

"But I didn't expect you to be so difficult to invite. I waited all afternoon, and my ass was almost rotten, before I waited for you to come back."

Xia Ji frowned, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

The white-faced and beardless man laughed and said, "I'm the son of the leader of Baijianmen, the largest gang in Lingye City, Zhang Dang, remember?"

He changed the subject, and said again: "By the way, both my father and the city lord want to see what the robber lord once looked like, so let your sister come to the banquet together."

"Okay, the words have been brought, don't be absent, there are a lot of big shots tonight." The young man named Zhang Dang yawned, then got up, "Let's go!"

More than a dozen swordsmen looked at Xia Ji up and down, with disdain on their faces.

The strength is low, at most stronger than yourself, and everyone has not broken through the established realm, so how can the difference be?But it was luck of shit that made Zhu Zi famous!What a big deal.

Xia Ji nodded, his white teeth were exposed in the darkness, he nodded with a smile and said, "Send a word to your father."

"What?" Zhang Dang asked sideways.

Xia Ji said lightly: "I will not be absent."

"That's what it should be." Zhang Dang sneered.

Man is the knife and I am the fish.Although you are famous, but where is your strength, is it possible that you still dare not come?

(End of this chapter)