Chapter 198: Swear on the reputation of the chief arrester
Qu Hao realized that something was wrong and used his spiritual power to dodge, but the fourth-grade sword intention caused his body to stagnate for a moment.
It was this moment of delay that allowed Qu Hao to watch helplessly as Bai Zizai used the jade sword to pierce his heart.
"As for the…"
Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Qu Hao mustered up the last bit of strength in his body to hold himself up and kept himself from falling. His bulging pupils stared at Bai Zizai, whose figure was gradually blurring seven feet away, and questioned him.
"You clearly promised to cooperate with me in the performance, why did you suddenly kill me?"
Bai Zizai walked up to Qu Hao with a smile on his face, but his eyes were fierce and filled with anger. He turned half sideways and pointed at his bloody buttocks.
"In all my life, I have never suffered such a loss. Based on this, old man, your death today is not unjust."
After saying that, regardless of whether Qu Hao was breathing or not, he began to touch his body with his hands, and while he was touching his mouth, he muttered aggrievedly.
"Let me state in advance that I am not a person who is motivated by wealth. That kind of immoral and immoral behavior is not in line with my temperament. It's just that you, an old guy, have ruined my buttocks and you must compensate for the loss. Huh! After all, it's a place.
Brother Jing, why do you go out in the middle of the night without any money? Do you still have any sense of shame?"
It's a pity that Qu Hao couldn't hear Bai Zizai's quibbles anymore, so he stood upright and took his last breath.
Before dying, Qu Hao felt filled with regret.
Although he was experienced enough in the world, how could he have expected that a disciple of the Jianghu would do such a shameless act as a sneak attack?
Coupled with Bai Zizai's passionate performance before, Qu Hao also relaxed his vigilance and ended up with a tragic death.
After all, Qu Hao's cultivation level is much higher than that of Bai Zizai. If it weren't for some conspiracy, Bai Zizai might not be able to kill him.
Bai Zizai had been plundered a bit harshly by Rong Fei recently. He thought he could make up for some of his losses with Qu Hao, but he rummaged through Qu Hao's body but couldn't find even a single copper plate. Bai Zi was so angry that he kicked Qu Hao's body.
The corpse was kicked away.
"Bah! It's so shameless to go out without money."
After the thunderstorm, Liang Kuan's painful groans came from the carriage of the bronze chariot.
Although the puppet master is not known for his physical strength, after all his cultivation is there, his vitality is still quite tenacious.
For the sake of caution, Murong Canghai took out another bottle of Spirit Gathering Pill from the storage jade ring and drank it.
"The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe is borrowed from the law - thunder. Shock!"
"The heaven and earth are infinite, the universe..."
After three thunders, there was no sound at all in the carriage of the bronze chariot.
Tick tock!
Blood seeped out from the cracks under the carriage, dripping onto the stone slabs, making a soft sound in the silent night.
Then the ticking sound became denser and gradually turned into a gurgling sound of blood.
Bai Zizai, who ended the battle first, twisted his injured buttocks and walked to the side of the bronze chariot. He tried to open the door of the carriage but failed. He put his eyes to the gap and looked inside. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything.
Not to mention, I was choked by the smell of feces, urine and blood.
"Niubi, is there any way to put this thing away? It seems to be worth a lot of money. How about we make it two by one and make five by then."
Bai Zizai patted the bronze chariot and shouted to Murong Canghai.
Although he had a lot of spirit-gathering pills to replenish his spiritual power, Murong Canghai still looked tired at this moment. He glared at Bai Zizai, who was obsessed with money, and ignored him. After taking out some ammunition from the storage jade ring and taking it,
Just sit cross-legged on the ground to regain your energy.
"Hehehehe, brother, big brother, please give me a Xuanbing Fortune Pill. Look at my ass, it's so worn that the bones are exposed."
Bai Zi limped close to Murong Canghai and begged with a sneer on his face.
"roll!"
Murong Canghai didn't even open his eyes, he moved his lips slightly and uttered one word.
"After all, we are sworn brothers who have burnt yellow paper and chopped off chicken heads. Don't be so stingy."
"roll!"
Rumble…
The sound of heavy objects collapsing reached the ears of the two of them. Murong Canghai opened his eyes and turned his head to look deep into the gate of Jingyuan Houfu.
"It's really lively inside, do you want to go and have a look?"
Bai Zizai was also attracted by the sound. He took advantage of his neck and looked into the Hou Mansion for a long time and saw nothing before suggesting.
"You go first, I'm too mentally exhausted and I need to take a rest."
Murong Canghai replied.
"I've thought for a while that it's not appropriate to leave you here alone, so I'd better wait for you to come with me."
Bai Zizai changed his tone and said.
"what ever."
Rumble...Rumble...
Heavy objects kept collapsing, and loud cracking sounds came from the depths of Jingyuan Houfu, and occasionally the shouts of fighting could be faintly heard.
Bai Zizai and Murong Canghai pretended not to hear. One continued to meditate with his eyes closed to regain his energy, while the other got some medicinal powder from nowhere and applied medicine to his butt.
It wasn't until a momentum unique to the monks rose in the Hou Mansion that the two of them stood up and looked towards the sky above the Hou Mansion.
"You are really an old monster with a peak fourth-grade cultivation. Looking at the martial uncles and senior brothers in Jiange, they are not far behind. Do you think Rong Fei has time to run away now?"
"Do you think he can?"
"Well... Judging from his appearance, that guy is probably a naturally determined person who will never give up until he achieves his goal."
"That's it, he's dead."
"Then wouldn't all our investment in him be in vain? This crime will be in vain!"
Bai Zizai pointed at his butt and said sadly.
"Nine out of ten businesses are bad. This is normal in the business world."
Murong Canghai joked in a rare way.
"You're right. There are risks in doing business. But what about the ancient ruins in Linzhou? Without Rong Fei's pseudo-supernatural power to guide the way, can we two defeat Wei Junxian?"
"Then what do you want to do? Charge in and fight the fourth-grade monk?"
"What do you think the two of us plus Rong Fei have to win?"
Murong Canghai frowned and thought for a moment, then raised two fingers.
"Twenty-eight is open? Isn't it too low? I know Niubi that you must have powerful methods. It's now time, so don't hide it."
Bai Zizai said dissatisfied.
Murong Canghai immediately raised another finger.
"Thirty-seven? It seems that your methods are not very good."
Bai Zizai said disdainfully.
Murong Canghai shook his head and stretched out two fingers again.
"Two living people go in."
Then put up another finger.
"Three dead men come out."
"Crack!"
Rong Fei stepped back, narrowly avoiding the sweeping iron spear.
An old tree next to him suffered innocently, being cut off at the waist and falling to the ground.
The two sides have been fighting for some time. Faced with Chang Gaoyuan's superb marksmanship and increasingly fierce attacks, Rong Fei gradually lost strength and was surrounded by dangers. So he no longer simply competed with Chang Gaoyuan's moves, but poured his spiritual power into the Ruyi Ball to transform it.
In the horizontal sword, Chang Gaoyuan's iron spear was cut off with a flash of light.
"If you lose, hand over Chang Huaien. I can swear by the reputation of the previous chief arrests of the Ji Xian Division that I will never harm his life."
Rong Fei put the blade on Chang Huai'en's neck and said words of comfort.
"I have already said that I am not in the house, believe it or not."
Chang Gaoyuan is indeed a famous general who has experienced hundreds of battles. Even if a sharp knife is pressed against his throat, he can still lie without changing his expression.
Rong Fei raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to expose his lie, the old man who had been sleeping in the corridor suddenly opened his eyes, raised his right foot and stomped on the ground.
As the old man's right foot fell, the ground in the entire small courtyard trembled slightly. Suddenly, the soil collapsed in the flower bed near the courtyard wall, and two figures were shaken out of the ground.