The strongest comprehension dude

Chapter 472 Recognition
"Huh? That guy should be him."

Song Xiaohan's sense has always been very accurate. She found that among the seven men in black robes walking directly in front, it seemed that the one on the far right was the young man they had offended before.

But in reality, there is no time for her to confirm, because the person in the gray robe has already moved in a flash, his wrist turned, and a bell appeared. The constructed team started to move around.

Song Xiaohan also had to walk forward, and after a while, they walked into the deep tunnel under the mountain together.

After passing through that deep tunnel, Song Xiaohan only felt a sudden light in front of him, appearing in a huge underground square.

In the open space of this square, it is divided into three parts: one is a building that looks like a small palace; the other is a bloody pool full of human heads; the other is the place they are standing now This is an open space.

This open space is about mu square, subdivided into ten small squares, and directly in front of these small squares is a stone platform built high.

At this moment, the gray-robed man had already appeared on the highest platform. He looked at the seven subordinates and the group of 'dead people' below, and said in a low voice to the seven black-robed men including YangMeng:
"All the souls in the carriage have been collected. Now you extract all the ghosts from these 'dead people' and lock them in the nether cage. The stability of these souls is not bad, and they are all sent to His Majesty's palace for miscellaneous use." Servant." Speaking of this, the gray-robed man paused and continued:
"Also, now the dead air in the 'no man's land' is spreading faster and faster. Although the calf's nose in Longhushan was frightened back by me last time, Longhushan will definitely make a comeback. By then In addition, if the self-proclaimed Righteous Penglai Xiandao interferes, it will have a drastic impact on His Majesty's plan, and you will go to the 'no man's land' to clean up traces as soon as tonight!"

"Yes, Master Inspector!"

After the gray-robed man's voice fell to the ground, the black-robed men standing at the front responded respectfully.

At this moment, YangMeng was standing at the end of the group of men in black robes. Hearing the words of the man in gray robes, his eyes flickered a few times, and he thought: "Longhu Mountain and Penglai, it seems that these two places are also A cultivator. That’s right, this also solves the problem why that Tianshi Zhang can divination and fortune-telling, and it’s not bad at all! Interesting, it’s interesting now!”

"Master Supervisor, this subordinate has something to report." After the gray-robed man finished speaking, the next black-robed man suddenly stepped forward and said.

The gray-robed man stared at him and said, "Tell me."

The man in black immediately said respectfully: "My lord, you also know that three living people broke into our Nether convoy this time, and the subordinates have already captured two of them, leaving one person undiscovered. Now, one of the two is dead, and according to the remaining one, the one we didn't catch has come here."

The gray-robed man's miserable green eyes twitched twice, and he said sinisterly: "You mean, that living person has already arrived here?"

Speaking of this, the gray-robed man's eyes began to turn to the faces of the many dead people standing in the square.

Song Xiaohan naturally heard the words of the gray-robed man and the black-robed man, subconsciously lowered her head slightly, and secretly glanced in Yang Meng's direction from the corner of her eyes, wanting to see how Yang Meng would respond.

"Ghost Six, bring that guy up to me." The gray-robed man yelled.

The black-robed man who spoke just now nodded when he heard the words, and came to a position in the right rear, stretched out his hand and grabbed a man by the collar to lift him out.

"Master Inspector, this is the guy!" The black-robed man threw the man to the stone platform and said.

"Wang Lei, isn't that person Wang Lei?"

Seeing this man, Song Xiaohan's eyes widened immediately, and an anxious look appeared on her face, but she also knew that it was impossible for her to save Wang Lei, once she rushed out, there would only be one more person caught.

At this moment, Song Xiaohan looked at YangMeng, and she understood that if anyone could really save Wang Lei, it would only be the person they offended.

"Tell me, why did you break into my Nether convoy?" The gray-robed man flickered slightly, floated down from the high platform, suspended in mid-air, and asked, staring at Wang Lei.

"I, we are tourists who came here to travel, because, because we found this road by accident, well, out of curiosity, we came here!" Wang Lei said tremblingly when he was watched by the gray-robed man.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have imagined that he would actually be caught by a ghost.

"Visitor?"

The gray-robed man obviously didn't believe Wang Lei's words, and his eyes began to wander on Wang Lei's body.

Suddenly, his gaze finally fell on Wang Lei's waist, where there was a mahogany plaque with a painted picture of Zhong Kui catching ghosts.

"Zhong Kui, hehe... What is the relationship between Wang Gaitian of Maoshan Tianshi Mansion and you?"

The gray-robed man stretched out a dry and old palm from his robe, tore off the mahogany sign hanging from Wang Lei's waist, and gently twisted it in his hand.

YangMeng, who was not dizzy, was moved, and said to himself: "Why did another celestial master talisman come out, when will there be a celestial master in Maoshan?"

After a while, streams of milky white brilliance began to flow from the mahogany board, gradually turning into a Taoist rune in midair, and disappeared in a flash.

This mahogany Zhongkui tablet was handed down by Wang Lei's ancestors. In his father's words, their ancestors were the apprentices of Yuan Tiangang, the heavenly master of the Tang Dynasty, and became the royal heavenly master of the Tang Dynasty after Yuan Tiangang.

It was only later that the Great Tang Dynasty declined, and the Wang family was completely abandoned by the Li Tang royal family since then.

Since then, the Wang family has stayed away from the court, established a sect in the Maoshan branch, and passed down Yuan Tiangang's unique learning.

Although Wang Lei grew up on Maoshan Mountain, he didn't like those flying and earth-shattering spells, but yearned for the life down the mountain.

Therefore, even though Wang Lei also learned some small spells, none of them came home. At best, he turned into a small trick. When it comes to catching ghosts and killing demons, he can't catch up with his ancestor Wang Gaitian even if he flatters a horse.

"You, you'd better let me go now, otherwise, if my soul jade slip is shattered, our Maoshan seniors will definitely come to find me, and you little demons and ghosts will be dead by then! "Wang Lei seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, but instead threatened the gray-robed inspector.

"Hmph, even if your ancestor Wang Gaitian is in front of me, he wouldn't dare to talk to me like that!" The gray-robed man snorted coldly and said:

"I will give you one last chance. You go into this group of 'dead people' and find your remaining companion. Otherwise, I will take your living soul out and send it to the Ghost King Hall to enjoy the eighteenth year of your life." The pain of hell. You are also from the sect of cultivation, so you should be aware of the horror of the eighteenth hell."

Before Wang Lei could answer, the gray-robed man snorted coldly, and slapped Wang Lei with his big sleeves.

"Oh!"

A puff of black air disappeared in a flash, and the big sleeve slapped Wang Lei out, causing him to draw a parabola in mid-air, and landed straight in front of the group of 'dead people'.

The gray-robed man looked at him coldly, pointed to the first 'dead man' in the first row, and said, "Start looking here, and find him immediately when you find him."

Wang Lei was already blinded by the gray-robed man's slap, how could he dare to refuse, trembling all over, he walked forward under the gray-robed man's pushing and shoving.

Soon, Wang Lei finished watching the more than 40 people in front of him and came to Song Xiaohan.

Song Xiaohan shivered slightly all over his body. This kind of trembling was so slight that it was almost undetectable. Even the man in gray robe didn't feel it.

Forcing himself to calm down, Song Xiaohan didn't know if Wang Lei would really find her out. If he were to stand in Wang Lei's perspective, what would he choose?Will they drag out everyone else just to survive?

What the answer was she didn't know, she couldn't really make up her mind.

The footsteps were getting closer, Song Xiaohan tried to keep himself in the same state as those dead people, and did not look at each other with Wang Lei.

But no matter what she thought in her heart, Wang Lei still stopped by her side.

At this moment, Song Xiaohan's whole body tensed up, she could even feel that her heart seemed to have stopped beating, and a trace of anxiety and fear was slowly growing in the depths of her eyes.

"Is she who you say she is?"

The hoarse and old voice of the gray-robed man rang in Song Xiaohan's ears, and the despair in Song Xiaohan's eyes was about to overflow...

"No, she is not."

After Wang Lei finished speaking, he raised his foot again and walked forward.

Song Xiaohan was stunned, this transition from extreme sadness to relaxation made her almost weak.

The gray-robed man did not continue to follow Wang Lei, but stopped and stood firmly in front of Song Xiaohan.

Those green, miserable two lights, like a gluttonous wolf, are full of aggression, as if they can see Song Xiaohan through his body.

Song Xiaohan's mood that had just been relaxed immediately became aroused again, because now is a critical moment, and she can only hope for the mysterious seal that Yang Meng cast on her.

"Humph!"

In the end, the gray-robed man snorted coldly, floated forward without touching the ground, and followed behind Wang Lei again.

Time passed by, and the number of dead people standing on the square decreased one by one as Wang Lei looked at them one by one.

Finally, only the last row of 55 'dead men' remained.

(End of this chapter)