"Young man, he is always elusive, but he never said this." Wang Mazi sighed.
Qin Yuesheng patted him on the shoulder, and immediately activated the Ice Seal of Life and Death. Wang Mazi's face changed and he knelt on the ground. A blue mist emerged from his skin all over his body, and even a layer of light frost condensed.
"Young man, please spare my life." Wang Mazi didn't know why Qin Yuesheng suddenly wanted to kill him. In order to survive, he could only beg for mercy, hoping that Qin Yuesheng would give him a way to live.
"I've already put a chill in your body. This isn't something I created, so I can't dispel it. If you want to live, you'll have to obey me."
How could Wang Mazi refuse? He nodded repeatedly and said, "Don't worry, young man. From now on, if you tell me to go east, I won't dare go west. Everything will be subject to your orders."
"Go back to Chengshan City and wait for your master to come back to find you. Pretend that nothing happened to me. Then lurk beside him and try your best to find out the hiding places of all the people from the Tianxie Cult who came to Chengshan City this time." Qin Yuesheng patted Wang Mazi's forehead and dissolved seven-tenths of the coldness in his body, leaving three-tenths in his body.
"I'm the only one who can dissolve this thing. You'd better know what to do when you get back."
Wang Mazi said, "I understand, I understand."
Qin Yuesheng didn't need to explain too much. Wang Mazi immediately walked out of the mansion and ran back to Chengshan City along the mountain road.
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"That useless Evil Heart Bodhisattva actually turned Chengshan City into this state." Xuanyang Jun slapped the black rock in the house with one claw.
This rock was quite hard, and when Xuan Yangjun struck it, only sparks flew from the friction with the black rock.
"The Umbrella of Ten Thousand Souls is only missing the last few dozen souls. Taking advantage of the mess created by the Evil Heart Bodhisattva, don't hesitate and just go for it. Make the most of tonight to refine the Umbrella of Ten Thousand Souls completely." said the Flame Ghost Lord.
He wished that Xuanyang Jun would stop doing things in secret and covertly.
It was obvious that with their strength, it would be easy for them to destroy the entire Chengshan City.
"If we do this, it will cause a huge noise. If it attracts the reclusive master from the extreme east wilderness, it will not be a good thing for us." Xuan Yangjun frowned and said.
"The Eastern Wasteland Polar Region is quite large, and there aren't many reclusive masters there. It's such a coincidence that we've run into one." Flame Ghost Lord sneered, "I think you're being overly cautious."
"I am not here in my real body when I go to the extreme region of East Wasteland. They are keeping a close eye on me. There must be no mistakes in this matter of the Divine Demon Cave. Although the extreme region of East Wasteland has been in decline for a long time, there are still masters there. It's always better to be cautious." Lord Xuanyang glanced at Lord Yan Gui.
"When you Ghost Lords dominated this land, you also encountered opponents. After breaking the seal, not only did you fail to complete the reception in time, but you were also destroyed or captured by others."
This matter was a sore spot in Yan Guizun's heart. When he fled from Qingyang City in a hurry, he was like a drowned dog or a rat crossing the street, which made him feel very ashamed.
When his cultivation recovers, he will definitely return to Qingyang City to seek revenge.
However, Xuan Yangjun was unable to take action because of his strength and status, so Yan Guizun had to endure it. Otherwise, if anyone dared to poke his sore spot in front of him, Yan Guizun would definitely fight to the death.
The night deepens.
On the streets of Chengshan City, two beggars, old and young, were strolling casually hand in hand.
"What a great place, it has the aura of the Great Ghost Lord." The old beggar chuckled, feeling very happy.
The little beggar looked up quietly and saw a large number of ghosts in the sky covering half of Chengshan City like a canopy, but this canopy was obviously not yet formed and was still missing a few corners.
"It's the Umbrella of Ten Thousand Souls. I don't know what's going on here. These ghosts are really a cancer, harming people everywhere in the Eastern Wilderness." The old beggar said to himself.
He was talking about his own affairs, but in the eyes of others, it was as if he was talking to himself, which inevitably seemed a little strange.
The owner of a wonton shop that was closing down saw the two beggars, one old and one young, who looked shabby and pitiful. She was immediately moved by kindness and quickly served two bowls of hot wontons to them.
"Old man, eat it while it's hot." The proprietress handed out two bowls of wontons, which immediately made the little beggar look stunned.
"They are absolutely clean, don't be disgusted." Seeing that the two men didn't say anything and didn't stretch out their hands, the proprietress thought that they were doubting the things she gave them, so she explained.
The young beggar reacted immediately and reached out to take it, and also asked the old beggar to take it with both hands.
"Auntie, you are a good person." The little beggar spoke out loud for a rare moment.
His voice was crisp and tender, just like a child's.
The proprietress smiled and said, "The child can talk. If you are hungry in the future, you can bring your grandfather to my place and I will cook wontons for you."
The little beggar took the still steaming wontons and drank them all in one gulp, finishing all the more than ten wontons and soup in the bowl.
There was not a single bit of shredded egg and chopped green onion left, which made the proprietress stunned and speechless.
What, what is going on?
Without saying anything, the old beggar suddenly punched the proprietress in the face, and then used a single finger of his left hand to poke several acupuncture points on the proprietress's body, silently applying his hidden strength.
The proprietress screamed miserably, and she couldn't bear the strength anymore and fell to the ground in grief and anger.
My good intentions are not rewarded!
After beating the proprietress, the old beggar and the young beggar immediately left quietly with their bowls.
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