"Jian Mu Cheng really told you that?" Jimo looked surprised at the uneasy Yi Huaisha. Yi Huaisha asked hesitantly: "Do you think he really has the soul of Shidu?"

Jimo was silent for a moment and said: "Jian Mucheng is a descendant of Zhongbi. Their clan is good at catching souls. This Jian Yao told me! But Huaisha, the problem now is not where the soul of Shidu is, but where is the soul of Shidu?"

Even if you get this soul back, what will happen? Will the world come back to life? No!"

Yi Huaisha frowned and said to himself: "How about agreeing to him? We will send troops anyway!"

Jimo's eyes widened: "Huaisha, cooperating with him to send troops and us sending troops ourselves are two different things, and the results will be very different!"

Yi Huaisha's hands repeatedly clasped the carvings on the table. Seeing her hesitation, Jimo asked again: "How did you and Fan Liang discuss it?"

Huaisha said: "I didn't discuss it with him!"

"Why?"

"This matter concerns Shidu, and I - I don't believe him!"

Jimo understood somewhat and sighed: "You can do whatever you want, I just need to rescue Jian Yao as soon as possible!"

Huaisha actually disliked these words, but thinking about the past three years, she still calmed down her temper.

"Jimo, you said last time that the wolf slave fed you the Wangchuan water, so who sold you to Xize?"

Jimo shook his head in confusion: "I can't remember many things. I only remember that the wolf slave drank something for me in a daze, and then came back. All the memories were not long before I met Jian Yao.

"

Although Yi Huaisha was full of doubts, Jimo had indeed suffered a lot in the past three years. It was a fact that Jian Yao saved him. She should not let her be a puppet in Xize, both in public and private matters. But everyone knew that Jian Yao had been

Hijacking is not that simple.

Is it possible for Chu Yu to rob someone under the nose of the fox-like Jian Mucheng?

There is no moon today, and there is a Taoist priest in Zuo Shidu of Wanhao Mountain, holding a peach wood sword in one hand and ringing a bell in the other. He is chanting something with his eyes closed. There are torches and altars around him, and Yi Huai

Sha Ze clasped his hands and watched all this coldly.

"What are you doing?"

There was a loud shout from the mountain road, and Huaisha saw Fan Liang walking over slowly with a livid look. He stared at Yi Huaisha approaching step by step, his tight thin lips revealing his anger.

"What are you doing?"

"Please soul!"

Yi Huaisha looked at him with no trace of panic in her eyes. Jian Mucheng's words completely shaken her belief. She really wanted to know if the soul of Shidu was still there. What's the point if she didn't talk about it over a glass of wine every year?

What? Where would he be if he wasn't there? What on earth did Jian Mucheng want to do with his soul?

"Have you promised Jian Muchong?"

"not yet!"

Fan Liang was very excited, which made Huaisha very suspicious. Why did he have such a big reaction? Could he be involved in Shidu's death?

Compared to Zuo Shidu, Fan Liang has always been an unpredictable person. Although they are physically close, they cannot blend in at all mentally.

"Fan Liang, if Shidu's soul is really gone, I will definitely go find Jian Muchong!"

Fan Liang's eyes widened, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. Before he could say anything, the Taoist priest who was ringing the bell suddenly became quiet. Huaisha and Fan Liang looked at the same time and saw the Taoist priest standing upright with his eyes rolled up.

Revealing the frightening whites of his eyes.

"Soulless!"

The Taoist priest yelled, fell down with a "thud", and then slowly got up after a while under the gazes of Huaisha and Fan Liang, and said again: "To the Governor, it is true -
Chapter completed!