"Whatever I want to do, it's not your turn to criticize me!" Being scolded by Mo Yurou in person, Cheng Qiaoxin became angry with embarrassment.

"Hmph, let's see how you explain it to Brother Wenlong!" Mo Yurou sneered, turned around and led everyone away.

"Stop, who is the leader?" Cheng Qiaoxin shouted angrily.

Mo Yurou ignored it and left with the others.

"I'm so angry!" Cheng Qiaoxin stamped her feet and gritted her teeth.

"Okay, do you still think this woman will really listen to you?" Bao Peng disagreed.

Although Cheng Qiaoxin was unwilling, there was nothing she could do.

The three of them took the homeless man back to the Qilu Mountains.

But when they arrived, they found that the atmosphere was extremely strange.

Mo Yurou and others gathered together, all of them looked solemn and gloomy, and were whispering something.

Those who were captured were thrown to the ground randomly.

"What the hell?" Baopeng muttered.

Jiang Chao and the group stepped forward.

Mo Yurou raised her head and glanced at them, but her expression was extremely ugly.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Qiaoxin asked with a frown.

She also saw that something was wrong with the other party.

"Go there and see for yourself!" Mo Yurou's voice even trembled slightly.

Cheng Qiao's heart skipped a beat. She actually saw fear in the other person's eyes.

What could make this proud and arrogant woman so afraid?

Not only Mo Yurou, but also Brother Mang and others looked gloomy and somewhat uneasy.

"Let's go!" Cheng Qiaoxin took Jiang Chao and Bao Peng and walked deeper into the forest.

When they arrived at the wooden house, they saw a shocking scene.

I saw that the open space in front of the wooden house was full of people, at least a dozen people, lined up neatly on the ground.

And these people, without exception, are cold dead people!

"What's going on?" Cheng Qiao was frightened and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

In addition to these dead people, there were also Ye Yunxi and his two senior brothers present, and then there was the thin man who could float, and two other old men in their sixties.

"He's dead." was what Jiao Hong said.

The second disciple who Zhang Renchu ​​sat down was also restless and had a gloomy look on his face.

"Who are the dead and what happened?" Cheng Qiaoxin asked hurriedly.

"Who else could it be? They are all mages transferred from the Northern Barbarians." Jiao Hong said coldly.

Cheng Qiaoxin's pupils shrank suddenly, and her mind went blank.

How is it possible?

She knew very well that the mages secretly transferred to Daxia this time were all magic masters who had been hiding in the Northern Barbarians for a long time, and all of them were top-notch.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to send them to carry out such an important task.

You must know that if you want to set up such a large formation, mages with a lower level of skills are completely unable to do anything.

But now someone told him that these extraordinary magic masters were left dead all over the place overnight?

More than a dozen people died at once, which meant that most of the damage was lost!

This simply made her unbelievable.

"What happened?" Cheng Qiaoxin asked dumbly.

Could it be poisoning?

Or maybe there was some kind of accident when setting up the formation?

All kinds of thoughts were running through her mind.

"Go and see for yourself." Jiao Hong said coldly.

Cheng Qiaoxin had no choice but to suppress her anxiety and ran to see the body. Jiang Chao and Bao Peng also walked over.

Soon, something strange was discovered.
Chapter completed!