Lord of Puluo

Han Juncheng sat under the eaves, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his flat face, silently looking at the fortune teller in front of him. new

The fortune teller smiled humbly and said: Mr. Han, I have told you the matter. Do you think it is appropriate for us to do it tonight?

Han Juncheng sneered: When my father was still a guard envoy, I didn't even bother to take a second look at people like you.

The fortune teller nodded repeatedly and said, Thank you, Mr. Han, for the honor. You are also giving the master face.

Han Juncheng snorted: Master? Who is your master? He Jiaqing?

You have no idea who my father is. At the beginning, it was not easy for a businessman’s son like He Jiaqing to meet me.

The fortune teller still kept smiling.

Han Juncheng is indeed arrogant, but this has nothing to do with being aloof.

You are going to take action tonight, and you are only telling me now? Han Juncheng was very dissatisfied with this.

The fortune teller explained: It was an emergency. Originally, the master wanted to wait for a better time...

Stop being so nagging, what are you talking about? Han Juncheng interrupted the fortune teller impatiently, Go and prepare everything that needs to be prepared. Let's start at twelve o'clock tonight.

I really hate that place in Tiemenbao. A group of poor people can't afford a lot of money. They have never seen the world in their lives and they don't know the rules when talking and doing things. After the things are done, let He Jiaqing find an opportunity to kill them. I saw them Just disgusting.

As a home builder, Han Juncheng has also been to Iron Gate Fort.

He claimed to be a third-level home cultivator at the time, but in fact he already had a sixth-level cultivation at that time.

He could hide it at first, but within half a month, Han Juncheng beat up an old lady selling vegetables because of a trivial matter.

He struck hard and the old lady was seriously injured.

Looking at the techniques he used, Zhou Anju knew that Han Juncheng had passed the fifth floor, and kicked him out of the fort that night.

Han Juncheng still holds a grudge and has always wanted to destroy Iron Gate Fort.

After setting the time, the fortune teller made preparations first, while Han Juncheng discussed things with Zhai Ling.

He has a house spirit, but he wants to recognize another house spirit tonight. Can he do this?

Can.

The prerequisite is to obtain the consent of the house spirit.

Han Juncheng's house spirit is a woman. She doesn't know what she likes about Han Juncheng. She is completely obedient to him. She will naturally agree to whatever Han Juncheng says.

Juncheng, you must be careful, there are many masters in Iron Gate Castle. The masters she mentioned were the house spirits.

Han Juncheng smiled contemptuously and said: What can you do if you have a master? The house spirit is just a servant of the house repairman.

Zhai Ling said no more.

Han Juncheng sat under the eaves, looking at the sky with an indifferent expression.

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The fortune teller has entered Iron Gate Fort. Not to mention, his business is very popular in Iron Gate Fort.

The home repairman is very superstitious and is particularly obsessed with things like fortune telling, fortune telling, and palm reading.

The fortune teller went around the fort and counted more than thirty households in one day.

People who came to him for fortune telling said that he was accurate. When they returned home satisfied, they all felt sleepy.

Go to sleep when you feel sleepy, Zha Xiu is quite free and easy at this point.

But I slept very deeply this time, and I slept until late at night without wanting to get up.

This is the method of cultivating seven-level diseases. This physiognomist is none other than Wan Jinxian.

He made every housekeeper he met suffer from narcolepsy. He only fell asleep this time, and everything would be fine when he woke up tomorrow.

In fact, Wan Jinxian can make them suffer from more serious diseases. He can even bring a plague to Iron Gate Fort.

But it’s not easy to do all this without anyone noticing.

His cultivation level is very high and his skills are very powerful, but home cultivators are not that easy to die. As long as they return to the home, they can recover quickly. If a home cultivator falls ill, other home cultivators will immediately step up their guard.

Wan Jinxian is a cautious person and will not do anything unnecessary at critical moments.

Sleeping is not a disease for homesteaders. Even if they sleep too much, ordinary homesteaders will not take it seriously. Instead, they feel that they have earned something.

After dark, the gate of Iron Gate Fort was closed, and there was silence.

Wan Jinxian used a magic weapon to lead Han Juncheng directly from outside the fort into the fort, and followed the route designated by Wan Jinxian to the fort owner's mansion.

Along the way, they passed by many home repairmen's homes, but no home repairmen could detect their whereabouts because all the home repairmen on this road were asleep.

The mansion is a forbidden area. According to Li Banfeng's instructions, no one is allowed to approach within a hundred meters of the mansion. There are two house cultivators specifically guarding the place.

Wan Jinxian looked at the home cultivators from a distance and yawned at them.

The home cultivators did not see Wan Jinxian, but the yawn floated to them with the virus.

Not long after, the two home cultivators yawned one after another. They were sleepy.

Home builders have a strong sense of responsibility and should not get sleepy when on guard duty.

They fought hard against their tiredness, first they shed tears, then their noses ran, and when the saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths, they could no longer resist and lay down on the roadside and fell asleep one after another.

Wan Jinxian led Han Juncheng into the mansion and pointed to the annex building to the east: Mr. Han, the house spirit we are looking for is in that building. You must be careful when you enter. I will wait for you here.

Han Juncheng didn't want to talk to Wan Jinxian. Talking to such a low-class person really made him feel uncomfortable.

The only thing he needed to confirm was that the name of this house spirit was Zhao Xiaowan.

Entering the annex building, a cold air rushed over me.

Han Juncheng smelled the smell of the undead in the air. He followed the smell directly to the second floor without considering the layout and situation of the house.

Wan Jinxian frowned slightly, Han Juncheng's way of doing things was a bit reckless.

He Jiaqing also said that Han Juncheng's cultivation level was high enough, but he lacked experience.

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Wan Jinxian felt that the six-story house builder should have experienced some things.

He has indeed experienced things before, such as his father's arrest, which hurt him a lot.

But this has nothing to do with combat experience. His cultivation level is grown by his house spirit. It is his luck to find a house spirit who is devoted to him in this world, but now this house spirit can no longer give him a higher level. Cultivation.

This is also the reason why Han Juncheng agreed to do this errand. He really wanted to change to a house spirit.

He has also heard of Zhao Xiaowan's name. In his opinion, a famous general and a legendary woman are barely worthy of his status.

As for how to deal with the previous house spirit, he hasn't decided yet. He can keep it as a servant, or give it to Zhao Xiaowan as bait.

Han Juncheng prefers the second option. He feels that Zhao Xiaowan deserves this reward.

For such a powerful and distinguished house spirit, giving a gift will definitely win her over, and she will be able to do whatever she wants in the future.

The annex building is not small, with seven rooms on the second floor. Han Juncheng passed by the door one by one, walked back and forth twice, and stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.

He gently opened the door and saw that there were no other furnishings in the room, only a weapons rack.

On the weapons shelf, there was only a long gun and nothing else.

The spear is one foot long and the tip is seven inches seven, exactly the same as the description in the novel.

The only difference is that there is no red tassel on this spear.

Without Hongying's gun, how could it be Zhao Xiaowan?

Could it be that I made a mistake?

Can't be wrong.

Han Juncheng felt the extremely powerful power of this spear.

This is the power of the flying general!

Han Juncheng stood in front of the spear and called out: Zhao Xiaowan!

After waiting for more than a minute, Changqiang did not show any resistance.

If the Zhai Ling's name is called face to face and the Zhai Ling does not resist, it proves that the Zhai Ling accepts the Zhai Xiu. This process is called the Zhai Ling recognizing the master.

Han Juncheng saw that the spirit of the house did not resist, but there was not much surprise in his opinion. Whether it was his own cultivation or his identity, Zhao Xiaowan had no chance of rejecting him.

He reached out to pick up the spear on the weapons rack with a contented smile on his face.

From the moment he got this spear, Han Juncheng firmly believed that his destiny would return to the right path.

He always thought that God was too unfair to him. He should have everything, so why should it be taken away from him?

Take this spear, walk out of this building, and kill the sick cultivator first.

He hates Wan Jinxian very much. A servant shouldn't have the face he has, the face he seems to know everything!

After killing the sick cultivator and then the fort master here, Han Juncheng thought that he could naturally occupy the Iron Gate Fort.

Start in Iron Gate Castle, accumulate wealth, and then return to Green Water City.

In Green Water City, trample all the major families underfoot before returning to other states.

After returning to other states, He Jiaqing must be killed. He has already become intolerable to He Jiaqing's pointing fingers over the years.

At that time, those who look down upon him and those who say he is guilty will all die!

Han Juncheng wants all those who have offended him to kneel on the ground and pray, to make them repent of everything they have done, to make them...

As his thoughts were whirling, Han Juncheng realized that his hand had not touched the spear.

The reason was that his hand fell to the ground.

The spear remained untouched on the weapon shelf, at least it seemed to him that it hadn't been moved.

But his hand was completely cut off at the wrist, as if he had been slashed with a sharp weapon.

There are blood drops on the tip of the gun. Could it be...

But when I looked at it just now, the spear never moved. It was because she was too fast...

She didn't recognize her master?

Although her name has been called out, why doesn't she recognize the Lord?

At this moment, Han Juncheng felt the severe pain in his wrist.

He pinched his arm and turned around to leave, then stumbled and suddenly fell to the ground.

His left leg, from the knee down, remained on the ground.

There was more blood on the spear.

Han Juncheng howled loudly and his spear trembled slightly.

Han Juncheng, who was crying on the ground, seemed to see a little afterimage.

He was missing another leg, his right leg was gone, from the top of his thigh down.

Han Juncheng almost fainted from the pain. The only thing intact on his torso was his left hand.

In his ears, a woman's voice came: Climb!

The voice was very soft, but it carried an irresistible power.

Han Juncheng used his only remaining hand to crawl out of the room, climbed through the corridor, and climbed down the stairs.

As he was about to crawl to the door, a spear suddenly appeared and passed through his shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

This is called public display.

On the battlefield, this is a common method of intimidating enemy troops.

Han Juncheng is also suitable for public display because he cries loud enough.

Save me, save me... Han Juncheng cried, his vision blurred, and he looked at Wan Jinxian at the door. He seemed to see his father,

Dad, save me, Dad, it hurts, please save me...

You ask someone to find my house spirit, Dad, she will definitely be able to save me.

Dad, please take out this gun, Dad, it hurts so much...

My child, you have admitted the wrong person. Please don't be so reckless in the next life.

Wan Jinxian turned around and left. If he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave.

PS: Han Juncheng was nailed at the door like this, but Bian Feng was frightened.

The key is that this house spirit is deaf and blind and can't hear sounds at all. Can Bian Feng think of any good solution?