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five hundred and ten, heavy snowfall

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye... The matter of the Millennium Corpse King is related to whether Xiaoqing can recover his cultivation...

Wu Yingxiong was naturally very concerned about this. Qiao Feng said it would take three days, but almost every day, Wu Yingxiong would go to Qiao Feng to ask about the progress of the matter, hoping to get some clues...

Then Wu Yingxiong came back disappointed every time. He was full of expectations every day to see the results, but things were just as he had guessed. The Thousand-Year Corpse King was really not easy. In a few days, the entire Beggar Gang moved.

I woke up, but I didn’t hear any news about the Millennium Corpse King!

Not only Wu Yingxiong was anxious, Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqian were also anxious... The disciples of the Beggar Clan were asking for information in crowded places...

Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqian were not idle either... almost every day they spent most of their time looking for places that were inaccessible and extremely sinister. These places were the favorite places for zombies to appear...

It's a pity that Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqian searched for several days, just like the Beggar Clan, and there was no news at all!

Today is the three-day period agreed with Qiao Feng. Wu Yingxiong got up early in the morning. As soon as he opened the door, he realized that the yard outside was completely white, and pieces of snowflakes were dancing in the air and falling.

... At this time, the small courtyard is covered with snow, there is a layer of snow on the floor in the courtyard, and the trees in the courtyard are also covered with white snow... It looks a bit beautiful!

Wu Yingxiong said in surprise: "It's actually snowing..."

Xiaoqian was following Wu Yingxiong. She smiled and said, "Ms. sir, it snowed heavily in the middle of the night last night, but you were fast asleep, so you didn't know it!"

Wu Yingxiong said in confusion: "It's only October now, so how could it snow so heavily..."

At this time, Bai Suzhen, Mu Wanqing, Zhong Ling, and Wang Yuyan also walked behind Wu Yingxiong... Wang Yuyan said: "Ms. Jiangnan, it is indeed a bit early to snow in October in the south of the Yangtze River, but I also encountered it once when I was a child.

It’s going to snow around this time too!”

Wang Yuyan is a native of Suzhou. Wu Yingxiong naturally believes what she said, but Wu Yingxiong still has a little doubt in his heart!

So he turned to look at Bai Suzhen behind him and asked, "Xiao Baibai, what do you think?"

Bai Suzhen thought for a moment and then asked: "Ms. sir, do you suspect that there is something abnormal about the snow?"

Wu Yingxiong nodded and said: "Isn't it normal that when some powerful monsters appear or cause trouble, the weather will change abnormally? Do you think this snow is related to the thousand-year-old zombie king?"

Bai Suzhen heard something move in her heart and thought to herself: "My husband's words are not unreasonable..." So she walked out of the room, went to the yard, raised her hand to pick up a few snowflakes in her palm... and then closed her eyes slightly...

Wu Yingxiong hurriedly followed him with the girls, and lowered his head and asked: "How is Xiao Baibai doing?"

Bai Suzhen opened her eyes, shook her head, and said: "Mr. sir, what you said is indeed possible... but there is nothing unusual in the snow. It should be natural snowfall..."

In fact, Wu Yingxiong hopes that the snow is a little weird, because if the snow is weird, it is most likely related to the Zombie King. Maybe Bai Suzhen can use this snow to track down the thousand-year-old zombie...

Bai Suzhen said that there was no problem with the snow, and Wang Yuyan said that there had been similar snowfalls at the same time before... Although Wu Yingxiong was a little disappointed, he could only sigh bitterly...

Xiaoqian next to her looked at it and said, "Ms. sir, you don't have to be disappointed... maybe Brother Qiao can bring back some news today?"

Wu Yingxiong looked up at the gloomy sky and said softly: "I hope so..."

In the west part of Suzhou City, in a remote courtyard, Murong Bo, Murong Fu and his son were looking up at the falling snow in the sky...

Murong Fu said in a low voice: "Father, the people from the Beggar Clan seem to be asking if there are any zombies in Suzhou City recently!"

Murong Bo said: "Are you sure you are asking about zombies?"

Murong Fu responded: "Father, you can't be wrong... Almost all the beggars in Suzhou City have started to move in the past two days!"

Murong Bo frowned tightly, walked back and forth a few times, and said, "Could it be that our affairs have been discovered?"

Murong Fu said: "Probably not. It is normal for Yaxing to recruit people for work! How could it arouse people's suspicion?"

After finishing speaking, Murong Fu said with a proud face: "Besides, what if we find out? The ancestor's ability is earth-shattering, he can really turn those beggars into blood food!"

Murong Bo said: "Don't take it lightly. Although our ancestor is powerful... but how can we despise Wu Yingxiong from the Beggar Clan? The previous Wang Daoling was quite capable, but wasn't he almost killed by Wu Yingxiong? If it wasn't for our ancestor's intervention.

Save, I’m afraid we’ve all lost our lives in his hands... Our current preparations are not enough, so we’d better not have a head-on conflict with the Beggar Clan yet!”

Murong Fu's face became extremely angry and he said: "The more powerful Wu Yingxiong is, the more abundant his energy and blood will be. Sooner or later, I will catch him and make him the ancestor's blood food!"

Murong Bo patted his good son on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry, I believe this day will come soon!"

Murong Fu said again: "Dad... I was impulsive just now! Our ancestor also asked us to keep a low profile. Now the people from the Beggar Clan are obviously looking for us. Should we be more restrained in our actions now? To avoid being discovered by the people from the Beggar Clan?"

Murong Bo put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said, "How can that be done? Our ancestor is in urgent need of blood food and corpses for refining. Not only can we not stop, we must also try to find as much blood food as possible..."

Murong Fu's face became calm at this time, and he said hesitantly: "Father, wouldn't it be bad if someone from the Beggar Clan really catches you? Besides, if you really get caught by a Beggar Clan,

Will the ancestors blame us?"

Murong Bo said: "Fu'er... our ancestor asked us to keep a low profile just to capture more people as soon as possible. Otherwise, if we make a big fanfare, there are still some righteous cultivators at this time. When the time comes, they will come to slay the demons, wouldn't it?

A waste of time? If the people of the Beggar Clan really want to stop them, they won’t be able to control much. To solve them is... Although the two women around Wu Yingxiong have some abilities, the ancestor is not Wang Daoling! "

Listening to his father's words, Murong Fu thought about his ancestor's ability and thought to himself: "How can Wang Daoling's ability... be compared with that of his ancestor? If the ancestor had taken action, I think he could have easily eliminated the beggar gang...

"

Thinking of this, Murong Fu nodded in agreement...
Chapter completed!
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