The black robe on the Soul-Slaying Envoy was like a fog that the sun could not penetrate. It immediately rolled up a few feet high barrier and instantly rolled the two people inside, and together with the skylight, it isolated everything outside.

He picked up Zhao Yunlan, raised his hand and pressed his watch, and whispered: "Come out!"

The little puppet floated up dullly, lowering its head, which was astonishingly large as its body, and did not dare to approach the Soul-Slaying Envoy. The Soul-Slaying Envoy glanced at it, raised his hand and took it back into his sleeve: "Get back."

The little puppet dared not say anything, obediently shrank a cloud of gray fog, tried hard to shrink into a complete ball, and rolled back to his sleeves by order.

Wang Zheng also came out of Zhao Yunlan's watch, took a step back, and glanced at Zhao Yunlan worriedly.

The soul-killing envoy looked at her coldly, her eyes were so gloomy that Wang Zhengqing couldn't help but tremble.

After a while, the Soul-Slaying Envoy looked away and sat on the ground, carefully changing the person in his arms to a more comfortable position: "You are his person, right and wrong, I cannot comment on it. You can sit next to you first."

Wang Zheng didn't dare to approach him, so hesitated for a moment, so he had to wipe the edge and find a corner as far as possible within the protection area of ​​his gray fog.

The Soul-Slaying Envoy seemed to be afraid of smudged Zhao Yunlan's body - although the guy had already made him very embarrassed - carefully put the Soul-Slaying Knife aside, and then Wang Zheng saw that the hilt of his knife had been stained with blood.

Then a pale hand stretched out from his wide sleeve that looked like a black hole, and almost gentlely wiped away the blood from the corner of Zhao Yunlan's mouth. When his fingertips passed by Zhao Yunlan's lips, they paused for a moment, looking like he would lean over and kiss him the next moment, as if he was holding a fragile rare treasure, not the Soul-Suppressing Lord with a slutty mouth and a rough soul.

Wang Zheng opened his eyes wide in horror.

It took a long time before Zhao Yunlan woke up and found that his head was resting on a person's shoulder. He frowned and felt as if he had just vomited a lot, and his internal organs were turned around and he was exhausted.

He opened his eyes hard and glanced at the Soul-Slaying Envoy: "You..."

As soon as he said a word, a cold finger sealed his mouth. The soul-killing envoy held his hand and pressed it against his back heart, and whispered: "Don't talk, concentrate."

Then, a soft and cold force slowly surged along the palm of the Soul-Slaying Envoy. Zhao Yunlan was trembling with coldness by him, but did not dodge. She closed her eyes according to the force and gave the injury caused by her accident to the other party openly.

The coldness of the Soul-Slaying Messenger came from his original hostility and violence, but Zhao Yunlan felt that his endless chest was slowly calming down under the other party's palm.

Zhao Yunlan couldn't help but admire the Soul-Slaying Envoy. He has received the Soul-Slaying Envoy for many years. Whenever he encounters something extremely evil and incredible, the Soul-Slaying Envoy will personally deal with it. The two sides have always had a cooperative relationship and have been dealing with it for many years. Zhao Yunlan has never seen him be rude or out of control.

The Soul-Slaying Envoy always seemed so calm and humble, and used some extreme restraint to suppress the inherent tyrannical aura of his body, without revealing any trace.

Extreme restraint is sometimes to pursue extreme freedom. If a person can even suppress his nature for thousands of years, he will live in pain on the one hand, and on the other hand, he will definitely be a very amazing person.

After a while, the pain that seemed to be whipping on his soul gradually subsided. Zhao Yunlan opened his eyes and sat up by himself: "Thank you, thank you, this time I met you, which shows that I have been in a certain way recently and have started to be lucky again."

The Soul-Slaying Envoy seemed reluctant to retract his hand, let go of him, retreated a little, and said politely: "It's just a matter of raising hands - it's just that the Lord shouldn't ignore my warning."

"Isn't it because of that dead girl?" Zhao Yunlan didn't hide it, and pointed to Wang Zheng, who was lowering his head not far away. "I'm afraid something happened to her. There are ones in No. 4 Guangming Road. As long as it's working hours, it's all my people, and I can't ignore it."

Then he lowered his face and said to Wang Zheng: "Get out here!"

Wang Zheng moved over silently, and Zhao Yunlan threw the whip over with a whip. Wang Zheng instinctively closed his eyes, but the whip did not twitch her, but just wiped her to the side. The whip tip rolled in the air, swept across the ground, leaving a heavy white seal.

"What are you closing your eyes? I won't hit a woman, come here." The long whip turned into a paper talisman and fell slowly into Zhao Yunlan's hand. There was some blood stain on the corner. Zhao Yunlan's eyes swept over the blood stain and glanced at Wang Zheng again, "The Soul-Suppressing Order can't please you, right?"

Wang Zheng knelt down in front of him without saying a word.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yunlan didn't take this trick: "Get up, don't kneel down for me, what's the point of kneeling down, my wallet is still in the car, I don't have New Year's money to give you."

Wang Zheng bit his lip.

Zhao Yunlan glared at her with a bad expression for a while, took out a cigarette from her pocket, held it in her mouth, and was touching the lighter in her pocket. Suddenly, one hand reached over and grabbed the cigarette away without saying a word.

Zhao Yunlan: “…”

He touched his nose, as if he felt that the action was a little familiar.

"I've checked your files," Zhao Yunlan rubbed his fingers unccustomedly, and said, "You died in 1713, the second year of the Hanga civil strife you mentioned. What happened? Where is the body you are looking for? Did you put the offering under the big pillar just now? What's that thing?"

The Soul-Slaying Envoy interjected: "That's not a big pillar, that thing is called a mountain and river cone."

This name sounds familiar. Zhao Yunlan thought for a while and then frowned: "Is it one of the Four Saints?"

The Soul-Slaying Envoy nodded: "Make the Lord learn."

First, the reincarnation sundial, and then the mountains and rivers. The Four Saints were lost in the world for many years, and they were not cabbages worth 2 cents per pound in the vegetable market. In half a year, he met two in a row. If he had such luck, Zhao Yunlan felt that he would have gone to buy lottery tickets for a full-time job.

This forced him to conspire and in an instant, countless causes and consequences emerged in front of him - the college office that had been inexplicably clean when he went to Longcheng University again, so he happened to be eyeing Li Qian's starving ghost, missing for no reason, and the whereabouts of the Reincarnation Ding, the wanted animal, and... the soul-killing envoy who suddenly warned him.

Zhao Yunlan's expression became serious. He immediately picked the most important question from the crowd: "What is the mountain and river cone?"

"Everyone in the world says, 'There are ghosts and gods holding the right to life and death'. In fact, it is not. Since the beginning of the prehistoric world, when all things are intoxicated, there are good and evil. The earliest judgment of good and evil is engraved on the mountain and river cone. The mountain and river cone is condensed from the essence of 100,000 mountains and rivers, and it runs across the yellow spring from the nine heavens, and is engraved on all the places of the eighteen levels of prison. Later, it was also the basis for various judgments on life and death. To this day, some people believe that mountains and rivers have spirits, which began from that time."

The Soul-Slaying Envoy paused for a moment and added: "It was because this mountain and river cone was first used as a suppression, so over time, it was bound to thousands of evil ghosts for driving. However, after losing, it was used by those who were interested and imprisoned his fellow races in the mountain and river cone for generations and will never be liberated."

"It's nothing if others get close to you, but you..." The Soul-Slaying Envoy said a little hesitantly. After a moment of pause, he said in a vague way, "You are born with unstable souls. If you are rashly approaching this soul-sealing weapon, of course, it is more affected than others."

This was the first time Zhao Yunlan heard this statement and asked in surprise: "My soul is unstable? My three souls and seven spirits are fine, why is it unstable?"

The Soul-Slaying Envoy was silent for a moment and said, "There is the true fire of Samadhi on both shoulders of the person's head. You are born with a fire of loss on your left shoulder. The old saying is called "Ghost Slap the Shoulder". Therefore, the three souls and seven spirits are prone to unstable. Please make the Lord be more careful in the future."

Zhao Yunlan frowned and looked down at his left shoulder, but he soon stopped caring and continued to ask: "The Hanga tribe people used the mountain and river cone to activate the Robra forbidden technique, right?"

The soul-killing envoy nodded: "Burn the beheaded man's body with fire, and then use the three-star Yin-gathering technique on the top of the mountain to force the person's soul into the valley. It will naturally be sucked in by the mountain cone. With the remaining head, the undead in the mountain cone can drive the undead in the mountain cone."

Zhao Yunlan pointed at Wang Zheng and asked, "What about her?"

The soul-killing envoy looked at Wang Zheng, and his eyes successfully made Wang Zheng tremble, feeling that he seemed to have penetrated his life and his life.

The Soul-killing Envoy said: "The girl died of beheading, and her body and head were probably preserved in some way, so she escaped the Yin Gathering Formation and the Mountain River Cone."

Wang Zheng smiled bitterly: "Yes, I was ignorant and unwilling to accept it. I was caught by my ex-order master. From then on, I was included in the Soul-Suppressing Order. "Wang Zheng" was not my real name, but the name of the girl I was on... My real name is Glan, and I was the daughter of the leader who died in that rebellion."

Zhao Yunlan was unhappy and found that his special investigation office was simply a second-generation concentration camp for officials.

Wang Zheng continued: "The rebel is named Sangzan. He is the combing woman of my Embam. He was originally the son of a slave. There are no civilians in our clan, except for the leader and the nobles, but also slaves. So when Sangzan grew up, he became a slave. He was brave and capable, and soon stood out among many slaves and became my A-father's horse-ridden horse. According to the current perspective, he is probably... an elite talent that everyone envies."

Wang Zheng said this and smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that in our Hanga tribe, even if it's elite, it's still a slave. The life of a slave is like a domestic pig, dog, cattle and sheep. It can be bought and sold at will. Sang Zan is handsome, rich, and has everything, but has no dignity. Later, my father fell in love with a little female slave and made her pregnant, which made Am furious. That little female slave is Sang Zan's sister. Am irritated on Sang Zan's Am, and found a small problem, and sentenced her to beheading. Sang Zan's father was beaten to death by my elder brother with a whip. His sister... The little female slave was originally forced by my father. After such a thing happened, he hanged himself to death with a horse whip."

Zhao Yunlan took out the last pack of jerky from her body, and commented while eating: "Your dad is really not a thing."

Wang Zheng: "..."

The Soul-Slaying Envoy saw that he was still in a bad mood, so he had to cough dryly, smooth out the scene, and asked on the side: "I see that there was a sacrifice stone at the base of the mountain and river cone, which was pressed under the tribute. It should be a list of the souls that were suppressed in it. However, the stone is still there, but the list has been cut off. Is this also the incident in that rebellion?"

Wang Zheng nodded: "After Sangzan took his brothers to win, he finally came to the forbidden area - that is, Shanhe Ci, and said that from then on, everyone in the clan would live equally and dignified, so he used a big file to polish the handwriting on it. The leader... My father, Brother Am, the nobles, and their followers and guards, were all killed in the yard of the mountain guarding house. Since then, the Hanga tribe has no more slaves or nobles."

"Where are you?" Zhao Yunlan asked, "You were not executed that year because you secretly helped Sang Zan, right?"
Chapter completed!