The lights of thousands of homes shine on the night sky, and the moon is bright in the Forbidden City.

There were rustling sounds in the streets of Beijing Hutong.

He raised his lantern and silhouetted...

My mother! She ran away in fear!

In the alley, paper people sprinkled paper money, played suona, carried coffins, and cried to the road. They were gloomy and white. They held the funeral banners, paper, and horses to lead the way. They looked back and couldn't see the tail of the team. The endless underworld was like entering the underworld.

A paper man and ghost carrying a coffin in the folk legend in the capital!

I saw you again today! It’s more fierce than usual every time I make a fuss!

The endless paper people who appeared from nowhere were like occupying the capital.

Although the night was dark, many people still witnessed this nightmare-like horror scene tonight. The people who were not sleeping were shivering in the quilt and trembling as the window paper reflected a team of cunning shadows passed silently. The patrol officers and commuters fled everywhere to hide and hide, thieves and thieves at night, those who bought drunk and returned late, those who beg on the street, those who walked in brocade clothes at night...

There are also all kinds of non-issue people.

On the roof under the night, the four great masters of the hunting wind and blood clots frowned and looked at the Paper People crowded on the street.

In the courtyard of the White Lotus Sect, paper mourning team flocked by. The silly roe deer Shen Houlang hid behind the big white umbrella and a group of White Lotus Sect disciples. He leaned out from time to time and muttered to each other, "Have you left?" Hey? I can't hold my urine anymore!

In the Paper People team on some street, there was a retrograde man shoulder to shoulder with the Paper People, and his smile was as if he was nailed to his face.

The sound of suona is occasionally mixed with "head~head~"

The cloudy treasures along the street are filled with dust, as if there will be a grand funeral in this capital.

A hundred miles away from the capital, the carriage was walking on the official road and wanted to go south. The carriage was carved with ancient dragon patterns on it. Occasionally, the night wind blew up the curtain to reveal the double pupils and dragon pattern knife inside. The eldest disciple who drove the car said sarcastic words and joked:

"Master, you are too cruel. The emperor has the national fortune to protect his body and cannot kill him. He also wants to send his junior sister to the palace to assassinate the king's horse. Wouldn't that be in vain?"

There was no joy or sorrow in the carriage, and I didn't care:

"I'll just bury another secret chess in the palace. Your junior sister is cowardly by nature and has no courage to kill the emperor. Even if she has it, she will die for justice..."

Halfway through, it stopped abruptly. The curtain of the car suddenly opened and poked its head out. The double pupils were rotating in disorder on the left and right, showing a look of surprise and suspicion. He turned around and looked at the capital from afar.

"Master, what's wrong?" The eldest disciple stopped the parking lane.

"Old Emperor, I can't live tonight."

"Ah? Junior sister?"

"She doesn't have that much ability."

The double pupils were rotating violently, and there seemed to be a divine movement in the pupils. The divine probably wrote: It's ordinary, a mortal, be an individual, don't forget it, don't peek at the divine secret, boom!

After the thunder, the dragon pattern knife was inserted vertically on the ground, and the lightning spread out from the ground. The big disciple who was pushed out a hundred meters away next to him had his hair blown like a big hedgehog, with heavy pupils and blood, gasping violently.

"Master! Master, you!" The eldest disciple hurried over.

"Not hindrance...puff!" Another mouthful of old blood spurted out.

The eldest disciple was stunned. He had never seen his master injured in thirty years. The martial arts master could not even move under his master. He had never seen his master so embarrassed? What's going on with this thunder on the ground?

The master shook his head and signaled that he was fine. Then the bloody holes bursting out of his eyes actually sprouted granulation. In a moment, a complete eye grew again and returned to its original state.

"What kind of monster has appeared in this capital?"

He frowned and looked at the capital, with his double pupils circling in his eyes, but this time he did not dare to deduce the secrets of heaven, but just looked at them.

"Master...what should we do next? If Emperor Gan died, will we go south to contact the White Lotus Sect?" asked the eldest disciple.

"It is useless to die a god emperor. What we want to rebel is this great scene. Do the important things first, go south to contact the White Lotus Sect, as for the matter in the capital..."

He asked the eldest disciple to retrieve the shocked horse, sat back in the car, and said:

"When our Taiping Kingdom raises troops from Hunan and Guangxi, invades the capital, and then resolves it."

...

The ghost soldiers borrowed the road, paper men walked at night, paper money was everywhere, and the underworld opened the door, and the capital was destined to be uneasy tonight.

The vast paper funeral team walked outside the Forbidden City, but no imperial guards came out to intercept it.

Squeak squeak...

The Gray Fairy Brigade came out with a bottle of pills to collect reports. Lin Shou's biochemical attack was effective. Huainan Wanbishu and special medicine prepared by Compendium of Materia Medica. The imperial guards on the outer wall would probably sleep until tomorrow morning. Of course, they would not be able to enter the Forbidden City. If they could not enter the master or the immortal family, it is said that if they went deeper, they would die on the spot. I don't know the reason.

Of course, just the exterior wall is enough.

Lin Shou's Yin Soldiers and Paper Man Brigade came to the city gate in a mighty manner, with a red tassel spear across the city gate. The masters in the inner world protected ten swords and the dragon guard sword Wu Fengyan. It was obvious that the masters did not take the trick of taking the magic medicine.

Wu Fengyan was originally the Northwest Expedition Army who helped the Emperor expand his territory. Later, he was escorted back to Beijing for violating military discipline. However, because of his good martial arts, he was attracted by the Otaku, and chose to use the ten swords of guarding the horse and practiced his marksmanship with one hand. He was exploring his own battlegrounds. He was especially good at killing enemies on the battlefield. He especially had the best return gun. After taking any of his own gun moves, he could take out from an extremely tricky angle at an extremely fast speed. He had two moves in one move, and he would be stabbed to the opposite side if he was not careful. Such a warrior could be said to be a martial arts genius. Of course, it depends on who he compared with.

"Who are you? Quick name is."

Wu Fengyan looked serious and was surprised. The outer wall of the imperial guards were all unconscious in an instant. At this time, a haunted sea of ​​paper people rushed out of the Forbidden City. A young man carrying a shovel stood in front of him, which was very evil.

Lin Shou looked at the martial artist in front of him, shook his head and said:

"Why are the salary high when guarding the city gate here? It looks like you are wearing a little shabby."

Wu Fengyan was stunned, then frowned and pointed a spear in his hand at Lin Shou, scolding:

"Vulgar people! I should serve the country and the people, so what if I wear rags!"

"For the country and the people? OK, one question can be answered, I will let you go."

Lin Shou waved his fingers, wielded his fifty-liter talents from the Chinese Temple, and said to Wu Fengyan:

"If the people are going to rush into the palace and kill the emperor tomorrow! Do you stop me or not!"

Strike and fight! The momentum comes first!

Wu Fengyan felt like an invisible sword hitting his face, slashing at his courage, and his aura could not help but fade away, and he felt fear.

People who are reasonable will be brave, and people who are unreasonable will be guilty.

With momentum, no matter whether it is correct or wrong, even if it is fallacies or sophistry, as long as the person who is criticized cannot accept the words, he will have momentum.

Wu Fengyan was a martial artist, and he didn't know the words and was able to show his verbal debate. He could not compare with Lin Shou, who had a talent for fifty-liter and a perfect tongue. He could only scold him and shout:

"Ha! Be bold and crazy! He spoke wildly and intentionally assassinate the king and kill him! Wait for me to kill first and then report!"

Tattoo, stepping on the meteor, the red tassel spear comes out like a dragon!
Chapter completed!