Chapter 0183 will eventually die out in the long river of history (1 / 2)

Nu Xiong numb claws, scrambled to gather those young people in the fortress, and also informed the clan elders to hurry to the ancestral hall.

“Mr. Zhao, Miss Su, the two of you help to see if there is a problem on the fate card or not” Nu Xiong’s heart was pounding as he walked.

“still need to think about it, this backhand he stayed sure” Su He quite admired to the lack of this hand, for the enemy you must always keep the winter-like cold, a small cold wind must be whooshing with bone scraping steel knife like, is a cut.

Zhao Lijun and muttered a sentence: “It is a pity that this opponent, or life certainly does not bring loneliness” Zhao Lijun slightly feel that he is vaguely about to enter the peak of the meaning of life, behind his back there is a great sect of Maoshan all the way to support the walk is quite a big step forward, set up in foreign countries, the Round Table Fund bagged more than a dozen of the top investment masters, the value of the bar! Such a life if there is no right

Hands on his way forward from time to time to come to set off his wise and heroic, Zhao Lijun will really feel like he is lonely.

It’s not masochistic, it’s that the egotist needs an opponent, otherwise where to reflect the sparkle in him.

A dozen or so young, strong men from the Doknam Hmong Village stood at a loss for words in front of the door to the ancestral hall; the opening of the door to the ancestral hall usually meant that something big was going to happen here.

“Creak,” Nu Xiong pushed open the two wooden doors and led the way into the shrine.

“Ka-ching,” someone had just come in to the shrine when one of the fortune tags hanging on the wall suddenly shattered.

Baffled, Nuxon stiffened and turned his neck to look behind him as a man’s body suddenly tightened, his eyes were dull, and then his body went limp and he fainted.

A black gas leapt out abruptly from the shattered fate card, and Su He took out the small mahogany sword from his body and waved it away.

A sliver of sword qi intercepted and severed that black qi, but the black qi that broke into two pieces drilled into each of the other two fate cards.

“Click, click, click,” came two more crisp cracking sounds, and the person next to Nuxiong fell right on top of him.

“Don’t force it, that’s the Soul Hooking Underworld Qi from the netherworld, the means of the Yin Messenger, you can’t break it,” Zhao Lijun said softly to Su He with his back hand behind his back, and he didn’t have the intention to make a move at all.

Su He eyes looked at him with an inquiring meaning, and Zhao Lijun said in her ear, “I am very interested in that gold silkworm compulsion —— If something doesn t happen to this walled village, what leverage do I have to talk to them about the gold devouring silkworms”

“Click —— click —— click ——” The shrine was just like fried beans, the fate tags on the wall shattered in turn, a total of seventeen fate tags instantly all in pieces.

The only ones who can stand in the shrine now are Zhao Lijun, Su He, Nu Xiong and the clan elder, the rest of them are all unconscious, like corpses all over the place.

Nu Xiong and the clan elder’s heads buzzed at the same time: “The fortress is finished.”

Seventeen young adults were all poisoned, which has the vast majority of people are not married and have children, and now was to the lack of two souls and three vampires that the rest of his life is over, the only south of the Miao village may be another hundred years will only exist in the long river of Chinese history.

“I, I —— how it’s okay,” Nu Xiong asked as he broke down.

“He can’t kill you yet, because if you die he dies too, and he’s thinking he’ll live a few more days.”

A few days later, Zhao Lijun and Su He left the fortress, seventeen Dounan Miao people whose souls had been drawn were re-drawn back by him to the souls that had been drawn away, and in exchange the Miao fortress gave him a bottle of Golden Silkworm Powder that could cure a hundred poisons.

After half a month, Wang Xuanzhen to Wang Kunlun got a new identity, a person called Li Heng age twenty-nine years old Anhui people, looks slightly and Wang Kunlun has a thirty percent similarity, he himself under the dress up two people between the eyebrows fierce so look really a little bit not much difference.