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Chapter 1887 Looks like I was wrong

On the other side, on the way to Dongshan.

Everyone in the small courtyard was tied together by a blood-soaked hemp rope, and followed Wu Luo step by step.

Even housewives are no exception.

But Zhao Fei and Zhang Chao, who were about to die, were still supporting Wu Luo on one side and the other on the right.

It looked like everyone was blinded by evil magic and looked like zombies.

Wu Luo didn't seem to be in a hurry, just walking slowly.

"Haha, it's rare that the Ten Thousand Years Tree God 'Green Bull' is not here."

"If I can take advantage of this opportunity and use it for myself, I will be the best witch in the world!"

When Wu Luo led this large group of people to the top of the mountain, he saw a green pine tree like a canopy in the distance.

There are also many birds and animals living and breeding among the green pines.

When Wu Luo saw this, he quickly stopped and used the secret technique of "Wang Qi" to watch carefully.

After a while, even with Wu Luo's character, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Hahaha, it turns out that the tree god has been around for 100,000 years, and my way has been completed!"

After Yan Bi, he didn't even care about the crowd of people in the small courtyard behind him. He didn't even need any support and walked straight towards the lush green pines.

At this moment, two black smoke suddenly rose, and then two ghost soldiers stopped directly in front of Wu Luo.

"The important ground ahead, stop anyone coming!"

Seeing ghost soldiers blocking the road, Wu Luo was not surprised but happy.

It would be strange if there was nothing to protect the habitat of the Ten Thousand Years Tree God.

Therefore, he ignored the two ghost soldiers, or rather ignored them, and continued to move forward on his own.

What he didn't know was how someone with Song Lao's character could order someone to guard his body.

This ghost soldier is guarding Uncle Li’s graveyard!

When the old man passed away, the deaf mother-in-law decided to bury him at the foot of evergreen pine trees.

However, how could Wu Luo think of all this...

(For the above details, please see Chapter 33 of this book: Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian)

The ghost soldiers were furious when they saw that they were ignored by the other party. They all picked up the big swords surrounded by black smoke and slashed at Wu Luo.

"Since you seek death by relying on your cultivation, no wonder our brothers don't practice Yin virtue!"

Wu Luo didn't even look back at the ghost sword that was slashed from behind, he just said lightly: "Scatter."

The two Yin soldiers disappeared in an instant just like the souls of the three heavenly witches.

Not even a trace was left.

After dealing with the Yin soldiers, Wu Luo walked quickly to the feet of Qingsong.

He stretched out his withered hands and gently touched the tree, like a thousand-year-old pervert molesting a beautiful woman.

In my excitement, I didn't even notice that my feet had stepped on the altar table in front of Uncle Li's grave...

At the same time, within the realm of Yin and Yang.

Uncle Li, who was invited to be a guest of the Han Soul Army, was having a drink with the divine general Wei Qing, while the champion Hou Huo Qubing was waiting aside with a smile.

Even though Uncle Li invited him again and again, he refused on the grounds that "the father and son were not at the same table."

Uncle Li was about to say something more but suddenly stopped, and then looked confused.

"Hey, someone actually came to my shady house to cause trouble?"

"If there is only the old man, I will forget it. He is just a withered skeleton. Don't come here for Mr. Song..."

Wei Qing was stunned when he heard this.

"Why is Fangxiao so ignorant? Nephew, please take someone to check!"

"It's fine if you enter by mistake, but if you have bad intentions..."

Huo Qubing immediately stood up and clasped his fists.

"Please uncle, General Li, please sit down for a moment. General Li will come as soon as he leaves!"

Yan Bi took five hundred imperial guards and cavalry and marched towards the Yangjian.

On the other side, inside the Ice Wolf Valley.

The dismemberment of the corpse has been completed, and Zhengxiong, the king of martial arts, Ran Min, who has greatly increased his strength, is sitting in the big account, thinking deeply.

At this moment, a messenger suddenly walked in quickly.

"Report!"

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, you have personally arranged for the brother who is responsible for guarding General Li's ghost house. The soul lamp was extinguished just now and has been killed!"

Ran Min stood up suddenly after hearing this: "Oh? Is there such a thing?"

"There are eight hundred people begging for life. Please follow me to check!"

"These are troubled times, but we must not let any accidents happen!"

Note 1: Due to his family background, the champion Hou Huo Qubing only had a name but no characters, so Wei Qing always called him his nephew.

Note 2: "Eight Hundred Beggars" are the personal soldiers of Ran Min, the king of Wu Dao, and they are also the most elite existence in the entire begging army.


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