However, I feel that the identity of both the attacker and those men in black are extremely mysterious. Guan Heng touched his chin at this time and said: That's good, other things are not important, since there is no one here except Di Hong.

If there are others alive, then we should escort her back to Sangzhu Village as soon as possible.

Shang Tianlin quickly said: Brother Guan's suggestion is good, let's go, otherwise things will change later.

But just when Ruotao Tianlin helped Di Hong to step onto the ghost-swallowing tiger, six ghosts suddenly gathered around Guan Heng. Then, Guan Heng's ears suddenly twitched, and he suddenly said: Oh no, I

I heard the sound of many people rushing here

I also heard Ruotao whispering at this time: Master, what should we do?

I can clearly feel the murderous intent of these people now, and I am afraid they have bad intentions. Guan Heng shouted at this time: The ghost-swallowing tiger needs to use its fastest speed, and can only carry three people at a time. Let's go back first.

Sangzhu Village, I will find a way to deal with these people and then go back.

Shang Tianlin and Ruotao knew that Guan Heng was full of clever tricks, and there were six ghosts around him to help out, so they were quite relieved about his decision, so they agreed and let the ghost-swallowing tiger carry the three of them and headed straight towards

The mountain road leading to Sangzhu Village outside the woods rushed away.

It was too late to say, but it was too soon. Guan Heng waved his hand gently, and several ghosts turned into six looming fist-sized soul shadows in an instant, and began to wander around Guan Heng, while Guan Heng dodged and hid under a tree.

Stand behind the tree and watch its changes.

At this moment, more than a dozen vigorous figures rushed into the forest. One of them suddenly shouted: Oh no, we are late. Look, those lying on the ground are not Jiang Zhong and his

Subordinate?

The cages holding the strange beasts were also gone. Someone else shouted: Once the tribute is lost, we can't go back and report to the Lord. Once word gets out, you and I will be derelict in our duties, and the whole family will not survive.

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These people are exuding full of crimson aura. Anyone with a little vision can tell that they are the top experts at a glance. However, when it comes to important matters of life and death, their faces are solemn and timid. It can be seen that everyone talks about the master.

, he must be a person who must be punished if he makes any mistakes.

Seeing that the people around him were getting anxious, the leader, a burly old man with a long beard, suddenly raised his voice and shouted: Anyone who wants to save their lives, shut up.

The old man's roar was so powerful that even Guan Heng, who was hiding not far away, felt a slight palpitation in his heart. The old man snorted coldly at this time: It was the fool Jiang Zhong who lost the tribute of strange beasts, not us.

What are you afraid of doing?

Although the long-bearded old man's roar shocked everyone and stopped talking, some people still had the courage to say: "But Mr. Jing, if you lose the tribute, we are all responsible for it."

Idiot, this matter is easy to solve. We can design it cleverly. Not only will there be no fault, but it will also be successful.

At this moment, the long-bearded old man Jing Lao had a fierce look in his eyes. He said coldly: First of all, we must find a scapegoat. Jiang Zhong and his men cannot lose their heads on their own. The real murderer has already escaped by now.

They have disappeared, so we have to create a group of murderers. As long as the heads of these murderers are presented to the Lord, you and I can get rid of the guilt of having our tribute robbed.

Speaking of this, Mr. Jing clenched his fists and said: Moreover, maybe he will get an extra reward from the Lord for his merits in arresting the murderer. Someone next to him immediately asked: Mr. Jing, there are few people in this wilderness, where can we find the murderer?

I'm afraid it won't be easy to handle.

Humph, why is it so difficult for me to do such a trivial matter? As the candidate for the murderer, I have already thought about it. Jiang Zhong once sent a message in a flying bird to tell us to meet at Sangzhu Village not far ahead.

At this time, Mr. Jing stroked his three-foot-long beard and said: In my opinion, the people in Sangzhu Village must be the murderers. They had evil intentions. They ambush Jiang Zhong and his men in the mountains and forests, and took the strange beasts as tribute.

He was robbed and now given to the demon clan in the distance. Yes, the people in Sangzhu Village are the spies of the demon clan.

At this time, Mr. Shuo Jinglao turned around and faced the men behind him and said: The people from Sangzhu Village killed Jiang Zhong and took away the tribute, and they were also agents of the Monster Clan. Each of these three are capital crimes. Let's go like this. Let's rush there overnight.

Go to Sangzhu Village, ask for the gate to be opened, and kill everyone you see when you go in. Even young men, women, young men, women, and children will not be spared. They will all be killed.

As soon as Mr. Jing said these words, his subordinates, even though they usually killed without blinking an eye and had bloody hands, were all stunned by his words.

Some people are thinking to themselves: Mr. Jing, Mr. Jing, only a cold-blooded old guy like you can think of this kind of killing method that is worse than a beast, and all the people in the village will be killed just because of your words.

All must die

At this time, Mr. Jing revealed his plan. He immediately saw someone with a look of reluctance on his face. He immediately said: Of course, I came up with the idea. I will definitely do it. You have followed me for many years and know that I am Mr. Jing.

To be honest, if you don’t want to handle this matter with me, you can leave immediately. Jing will not stop you, please.

Hearing what Mr. Jing said, a middle-aged man immediately strode out of the crowd. He cupped his hands in front of Mr. Jing and said angrily: Mr. Jing, I am not interested in your good idea, so I left.

Although this king is nominally a subordinate of Mr. Jing, he thinks that he is not inferior to Mr. Jing in the realm of red spiritual energy. He is quite dissatisfied with this old thing in his heart. Moreover, today he heard that Mr. Jing was worse than a beast like him and destroyed the village.

The plan to massacre good people and take credit for their success had already suppressed their anger, so they immediately wanted to leave.

Well, Brother Wang is a good man, he dares to take action, and you don’t want to follow me to do dirty things. I can understand it. At this time, Mr. Jing said in a coquettish way: Brother Wang is going to a high mountain and a long road, so he will definitely be short of money. I have some money here.

Good stuff, please accept it

After saying this, Mr. Jing didn't wait for the other party to refuse, and threw a cloth bag at Wang Jie's face. Wang Jie's eyes widened when he saw this, and he reached out his hand to catch it unceremoniously. He knew that if he didn't

If you take action to shock the opponent, it will definitely be difficult to escape.

After Pa Wangji caught the bag, he felt a strong surge of force. He suddenly lost his balance and took three steps back.

The old guy's strength is really immeasurable. Wang Jie secretly shouted in his heart: I tried my best to catch this bag, but if it doesn't work, I have to leave quickly, otherwise things will change if I am too late.

But before Wang Ji turned around, a vicious smile suddenly flashed across the corner of Mr. Jing's mouth. In the next moment, Wang Ji suddenly felt a sharp pain like a needle pricking in his wrist. He couldn't help but let out a low roar: Uh-huh.
Chapter completed!