There are thousands of hungry ghosts, and there are the most difficult hidden ghosts to deal with. Yan Sanlang doesn't think that his own strength can be fought against. After counting, if Pan Tugou still has a glimmer of hope, it will fall on Lord Wu.

Wang Mingzhi thought so too.

The big hole in the city lord's mansion wall has been repaired, cleaned inside and outside, and no one on the street has pointed at it. At first, it seems to have returned to normal. But insiders all understand that something is different from before.

Because Lord Wu Cheng had an explanation in advance, Yan Sanlang was able to enter the mansion to meet him very smoothly.

The butler took them to the side hall. The decorations here are simple, with only ancient shelves, tables and chairs for guests, and a large screen.

The screen was painted with a picture of a tiger going down the mountain. Yan Sanlang just glanced at it and realized that the tiger was powerful and wanted to choose someone to eat it, as if it was about to jump out of the painting.

Look at the signature again:

Pingjiang Wuling.

It turned out that the screen was painted by Lord Wu. It seems that the two guests who were chatting in the noodle tea shop were right, and Lord Wu was also good at calligraphy and painting. Although Yan Sanlang was average in his painting skills, he was influenced by Lian Rongsheng and had good eyesight. This shows that Wu Ling's painting skills are really extraordinary, and even those few inscriptions are elegant and vague.

The calligraphy and paintings are like the person, and Lord Wu seems to be very ambitious.

He was just watching around when the main owner came.

Before Lord Wu could speak, Yan Sanlang asked him: "When will this painting be made?"

Lord Wu was stunned and subconsciously said, "It's almost three years ago, I just entered the city."

He still looked energetic after not sleeping all night, but he seemed not to want to talk about his calligraphy and paintings, so he asked Yan Sanlang: "The sky in the west is abnormal, do you know what's going on?"

"I know." Yan Sanlang then said about his experience in desperate situation.

Bai Ling listened on the side, and felt that the young man skipped the thrilling words and said the big events in a bland manner, but he did explain the matter clearly in the shortest time.

The more you heard the Lord Wu, the more he looked solemn, and finally he slapped the table: "In this way, there is really a so-called 'guardian', and only I can use that thunder bottle?"

Yan Sanlang took out the thunder bottle from his arms and placed it on the coffee table. Lord Wu took it casually, but saw that the lightning in the bottle was really cool. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Okay, if the illusion can achieve this level, I deserved to be deceived. Well, this thing can really kill the ghost group?"

"Otherwise, will the city lord have a better way?"

That's it! Bai Ling discovered that Yan San always had a way to block people from the point of saying nothing.

Master Wu Cheng was speechless and shook his head after a few breaths: "If the ghost group would come, it would be difficult to resist. Do you think Wang Mingzhi would guide the ghost group to attack from the west?"

"I see that the city wall in the west has the highest and thickest, and the moat. Wang Mingzhi also agreed." Yan Sanlang pointed to the sky in the west, "He is good at fantasy scenes. Since he can do this, it is not too difficult to lure the hungry ghosts to the west."

"Good job." The boy was too careful. Lord Wu couldn't help but praise him, "Two years ago, I fought with Zhuss City in the west and specially strengthened that section of the city wall."

Time is tight, and he doesn't talk nonsense, and he sets out to arrange defense, and believes what these two outsiders who met by chance said.

Yan Sanlang stood aside and saw that he had recruited four or five subordinates, and arranged for gathering people, increasing troops, defending the wall and other matters. Although the matter was hastily, it was orderly. He had a scholar named Huo, who helped to refine the requirements put forward by Lord Wu into executable tasks.

These strategies will be released like flowing water, and it will take less than a quarter of an hour.

Not to mention the local government, Yan Sanlang never appreciated it in the court of Weiguo. Instead, it was the army that had such efficiency that was as strong as the wind.

No wonder Lord Wu was invincible in Taoyuan Realm and successively captured one city after another. In comparison, his opponent was too weak.

After the arrangement was completed, Lord Wu took a long breath and introduced to Yan Sanlang: "This is Huo Dongjin, my master. He is full of wisdom."

Master Huo is tall and thin, and looks like a white-faced scholar. But Yan Sanlang noticed that this person also has cultivation and is a stranger.

What is the origin of Lord Wu? Not only are there many elites under his command, but there are also many strangers following him.

Master Huo and Yan Sanlang greeted each other, so they hurriedly retreated to execute the city lord's order.

Bai Ling couldn't help but wonder: "Who were you before entering Taoyuan?"

"The past is unbearable to look back on." Lord Wu shook his head, "It's better not to mention it."

He refused to say it, so it was natural that the two of them could ask again. Yan Sanlang asked a more strange question: "With your strength, it is not difficult to conquer the entire Taoyuan area, why did you stop two years ago?"

After entering Pantugou, he found that the spirit of the local military and civilians was different from that of other cities. The morale was high and the people were willing to be able to do it. Logically speaking, after the Lord Wucheng was conquering such a large territory, he should continue to work hard and unify the Taoyuan realm.

Why are there still separatist forces fighting each other now?

"Did you see it?" Lord Wu looked at him deeply and said slowly, "It's not difficult to unify the entire territory, then what?"

Then? Yan Sanlang frowned. What else should I ask? The king of the world, which dream is not the king of the world?

"Then it's boring." Lord Wu laughed, "The Taoyuan Realm is so big. Even if you become king here, it will be a stagnant pool and a futile effort. Instead of doing this, it's better to keep a few opponents and have something to do on weekdays."

Yan Sanlang heard deep fatigue from his words.

This set of rhetoric is unheard of. Bai Ling couldn't help but say, "Now you have a new opponent and you have a lot to do."

"Isn't it?" Lord Wu stroked his chin, looking like he was eager to try, "I have something to do."

The hungry ghosts are about to invade, Pan Tugou is about to be doomed, and the people in the city are about to be buried in the ghost's belly. Bai Ling cannot understand why this person is not afraid, but is excited.

Now we have discussed some details, and Lord Wu didn’t have much time to chat, so the two sides dispersed.

After walking out of the city lord's mansion, Bai Ling could clearly feel that the surrounding atmosphere was a little different, but she couldn't say it. "Where are you going now?"

Lord Wu took over the task of defending the city, so what do they want to do?

"Go to Tongyue Inn." Yan Sanlang turned his toes and walked there.

"Ah?" It's Tongyue Inn again? These words made her dizzy!

Tongyue Inn is not far from the City Lord’s Mansion, you can get there after walking two streets.

Exactly the same storefront, identical layout, identical...shopkeeper.

Seeing the shopkeeper smiling at him, Bai Ling almost rushed up to grab his collar, but Yan Sanlang waved his hand and stopped her impulse in time.

"It's not him." Of course, the name of the shopkeeper is not Wang Mingzhi. "What we saw just now is that from the inn to the shopkeeper is an illusion. This is the real owner."
Chapter completed!