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Chapter 709 The mayor eats ginseng fruit alone

The morning light shines on Fu Town.

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.

Li Qingxian lowered his head and looked at the various notices stuffed in his clothes, tried to use the Qiankun Bracelet, and put it in.

"Blessing is a panacea. How long has it been since the fog has passed?" Xu Changren asked.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Xu Changren was also stunned. Why did he say this first?

Li Qingxian opened his horoscope and his eyes focused.

The time of the birth chart has obviously been changed by mysterious forces.

It didn't take much time to enter the mist for the first time, but the battle between blue and white and the battle between double blue lasted for a long time, let alone ten days. According to the horoscope record, only one night has passed now.

"Mayor Yingming... Huh, it must be the hidden disease of Weiwu, it's all messy." The dirty beggar cursed in a low voice.

Xu Changren hurriedly said: "Fortune is a panacea... Forget it, the word 'hidden disease' is a taboo. The mayor has said it, don't let it be said, don't let it be said."

"Mayor? I love your mother..." The dirty beggar froze on the spot, and everyone looked confused.

The old dirty beggar blushed and said: "Something must have happened to the mist. This sentence doesn't sound like the truth, it seems like a curse. It goes well with the mayor. Mayor, I love your mother... tsk tsk, tsk tsk,

interesting."

Everyone was dumbfounded. This old gentleman really had no inhibitions and was full of rebellion.

Zhou Hen lowered his head and thought, why does this sentence have such a strong sense of intimacy?

Yu Ping frowned and said, "Why do I feel that this sentence is so familiar?"

"Are you familiar with the mayor or what?" the dirty beggar asked.

Everyone laughed and shook their heads, not daring to answer.

"The following are all..." Han Anbo frowned and changed his words, "Obviously, we encountered many things in the mist. For example, we suddenly have weird mantras now. Let's brainstorm and tell us more about what we remember.

Let me tell you first, I remember that there seemed to be people in blue and people in white, and we finally chose the people in blue and got out alive."

"I have participated in a big war, and the enemy can't be killed no matter what. I'm worried..."

"I seem to remember a giant eye falling from the sky and impacting the earth."

"Are you talking about the mist or talking in your sleep? Why don't I remember anything?"

"I seem to remember something happened to the mayor's son..."

Everyone was talking a lot.

Li Qingxian listened carefully and found that most people's memories were very vague, and different people had different memory points.

"Wait a minute, look at these three children..."

Everyone immediately looked at the three children whose facial features and bodies were sewn shut, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Beast..." The dirty beggar cursed in distress.

Everyone settled the children and continued to discuss.

"It seems we are very lucky this time. Look, less than one-tenth of the people we left on the threshing floor died."

"Yes, it seems to be a small mist."

The dirty beggar frowned and said, "No, no, no, I don't think so. I feel that this time the mist is much stronger than normal."

"Then why do you say we only died so few people?"

The dirty beggar turned to look at Li Qingxian, looked him up and down, and said: "Look at Ye Sizheng, I don't know why, I just met him, but I feel that he is very kind, as if I have known him for decades, even

...I have some respect for him. Do you still remember the previous experience in the mist? Our memories are blurred, but the emotions and feelings are still there. What we like in the mist will be what we will like when the mist dissipates, and vice versa.

Same thing, you all have a try.”

Everyone turned to Li Qingxian one after another, and many people's eyes gradually softened.

"I don't know why, but I really want to kowtow to Ye Sizheng..."

"Me too, it feels like a lifesaver."

"I feel the same way about the other night guards. It seems that it was Ye Si Zheng who led the night guards to help us. Otherwise we would have been miserable. Otherwise, there is no way to explain the gratitude in our hearts..."

Everyone was an expert in trickery and had the word "blessing" written all over them. They quickly understood and expressed their gratitude one after another.

"Thank you Ye Sizheng, you must have saved my life. From now on in Gui Town, we will listen to you..."

"Yes, I think you are better than the mayor..."

"Strange, why do I feel sick to my stomach when I hear the mayor's name? When I mentioned the mayor's son Zhang Hongshou just now, I even gritted my teeth and had the urge to punch..."

"Yes, I also sincerely feel that Zhang Hongshou and the others seem to have done something outrageous, which is strange..."

"Let's go. According to the rules, after the fog is over, everyone should go to the threshing floor to gather. There are many people there, so we can exchange ideas. If the fog is really not strong this time, most people will be alive, let's go..."

"Let's go. With so many of us alive, there's no reason for others to die too much. Let's go..."

Everyone walked back to the threshing floor along the alley and looked around, but there was no one else there.

"Wait a moment, don't be in a hurry."

Everyone was chatting on the threshing floor.

Time passed slowly and no one came.

Everyone panicked, stopped talking, and looked around quietly.

There were no footsteps, no figures.

There is no mist here, but everyone seems to be in the mist, with chills all over their bodies.

At the same time, go up to the mountains.

A large number of people from Shangshan District gathered in the mayor's mansion.

Some people were sitting in the hall, and more people were standing outside the door.

Most of the high-ranking people are sitting in the hall, but there are some people standing outside the hall on the east side. Some of them have reached high-ranking people, but they are standing outside the door. Most of these people are in military uniforms.

Everyone wore bamboo hats and looked at the mayor quietly.

In the mayor's left hand, a white fruit appeared, about three inches high. Its body was as crystal clear as white jade, its appearance was like that of a baby, and its features were as delicate as a doll's.

The mayor slowly put the ginseng fruit into his mouth, bit off the head of the ginseng fruit in one bite, and the juice splashed everywhere with crispy sounds. He ate the head, the body, and finally both legs.

Then, he took out the ginseng fruit and ate it one bite after another.

Even the wealthy families in the upper mountainous area feel pain because of the ginseng fruit.

However, since Zhang Hongshou, Bai Gu and the two sons of the Xue family died, we really need to get to the bottom of it.

The power of the mist is too strong. Apart from ginseng fruit, there is no way to temporarily suppress the mist and extract memories.

Zhang Wentian has now eaten eighteen pieces, and he will continue to eat.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Wentian took one bite at a time, until after eating the seventy-fourth meal, he suddenly coughed violently.

The middle-aged woman next to him stood up quickly and gently tapped his shoulder and back.

Everyone saw that Zhang Wentian's eyes were glowing with a faint red light, and the demonic energy around him was looming, and the pressure was getting stronger.

Zhang Wentian took a deep breath several times, and a notice appeared in front of him. After he finished writing the notice, he read it loudly.

"The headmaster of Hua Mo Mountain, Zhang Wentong, was ambitious and wanted to destroy this town. He sent five disciples to send demons away and killed countless townspeople in the mist. From today on, all new disciples of the demon sect will have their veins sealed on the spot.

The blood will be locked up, and only after strict review can the release be released. If the demon cultivator resists, he will be killed on the spot. Anyone who kills the demon cultivator will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver, a reward of 30,000 points of merit, a bamboo hat, and can be admitted to my sect.

! Anyone who colludes with the five demon sect members will be killed without mercy!"

Everyone inside and outside the hall was shocked.

Only a few people are thoughtful.


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