It was half an hour later when he came out of the prison.
Wan Zhuliu finished reading all the files of the case in the prison. His mind was a little confused, and he walked alone on the street.
At this time, people are coming and going, the bustling morning market has opened, and the hawkers on both sides are shouting their wares.
Wan Zhuliu walked forward unconsciously while thinking about Xuanyan Lake.
Suddenly, his eyes fixed.
He stopped and looked back sideways.
An old man selling sesame cakes on a shoulder pole walked past him and casually brushed past his waist.
That faint feeling was fleeting.
Wan Zhuliu raised his eyebrows.
He didn't call out to the other person, but silently watched the other person leave his sight.
On the bluestone avenue, there are crowds of people, the scene is busy and lively, and everything seems to be normal.
It seems that the scene just now was just an illusion.
At this moment, a few more people came from behind. These people were also dressed as peddlers, but they walked with very light sounds. It was obvious that they had practiced martial arts, and their legs were very stable.
Wan Zhuliu remained calm, his eyes revealing calmness and composure. He immediately turned around and walked steadily from the corner of the street into a narrow alley.
The alley was narrow, winding and deep. He seemed completely unaware that anyone was following him, and walked leisurely towards a secluded place.
Walking through this increasingly quiet alley, gradually moving away from the noisy streets, until there was no one around, Wan Zhuliu suddenly stopped and said without turning around:
"Does the hatred between you and me from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect run so deep?"
In the alleys that stretched in all directions, an unusual silence spread, and there was no response.
"Simply following us doesn't make much sense. This is the state capital. The longer you stay, the greater the danger!"
After this brief silence, the two figures seemed to realize that they could no longer hide, and gradually emerged from the corner twenty or thirty steps away, walking out slowly, one on the left and one on the right.
The two men were dressed in ordinary linen clothes and looked very ordinary. If they were thrown into the street, they would be the kind of people who would be inconspicuous in the vast crowd.
After a moment of silence, the two looked at each other and continued forward.
When they were only four or five steps away from Wan Zhuliu, the two stopped at the same time.
"Master Wan is indeed very discerning. We are sorry to have embarrassed you with our humble abilities!"
After saying this, the two of them simultaneously bowed, "My Ten Thousand Poison Sect and you have no deep hatred. We came to you this time with no ill intentions, but to make a deal with you!"
"trade?"
Wan Zhuliu raised his eyebrows slightly.
The members of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect themselves were not clear about this, but Wan Zhuliu knew very well in his heart that there was a deep blood feud between him and the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. Once he had the chance, he would definitely eradicate the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.
But at this moment, he didn't show it, and said lightly: "What deal?!"
"My Lord, do you know the Ni Bing Ya?"
"Nibingya? What is that thing?" Wan Zhuliu frowned.
Seeing this, the two people from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect were stunned, and then a meaningful smile flashed across their faces.
"It seems that the Lord is making a move for Tianji Tower, but is still kept in the dark!"
Upon hearing this, Wan Zhuliu's face darkened. He lost his patience and was too lazy to talk anymore. He laughed loudly, then suddenly took a step forward. The whole person seemed like a flash of light and shadow, and in an instant he was in front of the two of them.
His speed was so fast that the two men had no time to react in their shock and anger. An overwhelming shadow and a strong wind suddenly covered their sight.
The two men's faces changed with shock. Just as they were about to move, they were grabbed by the neck tightly from the left and right.
"You two are nothing but ants of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. How dare you keep me in suspense? Do you think you've lived too long?"
"Uh... sir... spare my life!"
It was not until one of them struggled violently and wanted to speak that Wan Zhuliu let go of him.
huff huff!
After taking two deep breaths, the man's eyes showed a trace of fear, "Sir, the Ni Bing Ya is a demon weapon, a Luozhou artifact, which can suppress all demon weapons in the area!"
"Demon God Soldiers?!"
Wan Zhuliu was stunned. What were the demon soldiers?
"Sir, there must be detailed records of the demon soldiers in the Tianji Tower. As the commander of the Feather Department, you can definitely check them out. I won't go into details. The main reason we are here is..."
“Wait!”
Wan Zhuliu slowly raised it up, "Who told you not to elaborate? Tell me everything, without missing a single word!"
Not only can you not find the key information when searching in Tianji Tower, it also takes time. How can you miss it if someone can explain it to you for free?
Hearing this, the man could only lower his head in a somewhat miserable manner, "Master Wan, how about we change places? This place is easy for the Wang family to find us, and that would be bad!"
Half an hour later.
"Is it safe here?!" Wan Zhuliu sat upright in the main seat above. On both sides of the hall were the masters he had recently transferred from Pingyu. Three of them were concentrating their minds, seven were working together, and Xia Shi was also there.
This is the Black Wind Hall's stronghold in the provincial capital, a courtyard of moderate size, with a total of three hundred Black Wind Hall elites here.
The reason why he suddenly summoned so many people was that Wan Zhuliu felt that the state capital was in turmoil yesterday, so he summoned these people back to protect the Wan Mansion, the escort agency, and the martial arts school.
The two masters of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect felt the powerful pressure around them rising and falling, and their faces turned even paler.
"Safe!"
"Then tell me, what exactly is the so-called Ni Bing Ya?"
“It is a weapon, one of the nine great demonic weapons, protecting Luozhou.
The founding of the Great Yan State relied on the Nine Directions, corresponding to the power of the Nine Divine Weapons. These nine divine weapons were distributed across the Nine Provinces, guarding the four directions. They were the Demonic Divine Weapons!
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