Vol 8 Chapter 62: Covenant

It's like a slaughterhouse.
The purple-black blood splashed wildly on the wall, like the painting of the most vulgar, rolled into a ball of gray intestines and spread on the ground, exuding foul smell.
According to this scene, the most central body should be a torn body, but unexpectedly, it is just a dry body with twisted limbs.
There was no trace of body fluid under the dry skin. The corners of the mouth are tight, the lips are sunken, the eyeballs are contracted, and the skin is dry.
An open mouth, a sullen expression, told everyone the pain before death.
When Ye Qingxuan arrived, he saw this weird scene.
Ye Qingxuan stepped forward and let go of the deceased's scattered hair, exposing the bite marks at the intercarotid artery.
It is the means of the blood sect of the magic gate.
Ye Qingxuan's brows frowned. Since defeating the "Blood Demon" Li Moyin in Hedong House, the news of blood sect has rarely been heard on the rivers and lakes. Why suddenly appeared in Luodu? Isn't Li Moyin who wasn't found back then dead?
Hua Zixing stepped forward at this time, handed over a flying sickle, and whispered: "Sir, if it is not bad, this person should be the fugitive Liutaibao's 'Double Flying Sickle' to wear absolute clouds."
"It's Dai Jueyun." Ye Qingxuan glanced at the soldier blade, and said lightly, "But where did his other arm and the other sickle go?"
Hua Zixing shook his head and said there was no clue.
Ye Qingxuan sighed, and said, "Dai Jueyun died so strangely. Check and see where he has been and how many people he has seen in such a short time ... especially pay attention to the movement of the magic gate."
"Humble job leads." Hua Zixing bowed back.
In the battle of Weizhou, although they ran away from the two culprits of Yuan Laizhou and Zhao Fengchan, they could still be considered a great victory.
In particular, Weizhou's tumors in the Central Plains were all removed.
Ye Qingxuan went up in the early morning, crossed Fengtian Gate, and reached Fengtian Hall.
Looking from a distance, the Fengtian Hall is towering. Three layers of shrinking eaves, blue, yellow, and green, and finally closed to the highest point of the solid top, gathered all the power, and then sublimated into the infinite void, the forceful momentum, indeed It makes people breathless and in awe.
In addition to the main building, there is a large moon platform in front of the hall. There are stone railings on the front and rear corridors, and the machine is exquisite.
It is indeed a thousand-year-old ancient capital. Compared with the Xiangyang government in the southern dynasty, it is almost a rural house in the countryside.
In the face of such a trend, Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath before he could raise his courage and climb to the top.
"Shen Ce Fu's command is the same as Shuai Tian Fan, and Ping Pi's rebellion was successful. He was promoted to the head of the Shen Ce Fu, and the third-class magistrate was sealed!"
"Xing Tingwei, the deputy general manager, arrested the head Zong Xuan, and Ping Pi's rebellion was successful.
"Ching, congratulate Shane."
Above the chapel, as the biggest contributors to the operation, Ye Qingxuan and Zong Xuan each received Huangfu Taixin's personal awards, and they became more official and honored.
Huang Fu Taixin returned to the palace and went to his own private painting to enjoy the private space of the winner, while Ye Qingxuan and Zong Xuan accepted the congratulations of many members of the court in the court.
Although he has been an official for a long time, Ye Qingxuan still doesn't like this superficial, imaginary, communicative wrist, but watching Zong Xuan has a lot of skill in it, wanting to come here is considered a gift.
A captured Weizhou ninja testified that the hat of the flower picker was successfully buckled on Yuan Laizhou. Ye Qingxuan made two great achievements, successfully promoted to the highest position of Shencefu, and was the second member of Chaotang. But his second grade is no less than the first grade of civil and military prime minister.
Not long after leaving the Temple of Heaven, Zong Xuan caught up behind him and said with a smile: "It seems that handsome adults don't like this kind of occasion?"
This has extra meaning in every sentence.
Ye Qingxuan smiled indifferently, and said indifferently, "I just don't like these people very much. Congratulations to Zong for his promotion. The next step is to be the chief catcher?"
"You must have it." Zong Xuan smiled coldly.
The two turned around at the same time, and they saw Huang Minglang and You Daming muttering not far away, and their eyes were full of badness.
"It seems Brother Zong has a long way to go."
Ye Qingxuan smiled and turned away.
"It's always going to come step by step." Zong Xuan looked at the two figures, and smiled unconsciously.
dusk.
Under the Purple Mountain.
The westerly leaves are falling and the sun is shining.
Zong Xuan stood under the tree, and his hooded headscarf hunted and fluttered in the breeze.
There was only that tree on the hillside, and he was alone.
The wind blows Xiao Suo, the figure is desolate.
A bay horse tied to the tree was stepping on the hoof uneasily.
That's Zong Xuan's mount.
Huang Minglang couldn't sit still.
In the afternoon when he got the reward, he received his invitation. Solitary alone, come to this purple mountain.
In another half a month, on this Purple Mountain, there will be a war of righteousness and evil between ancient and modern times.
The "sword god" Li Muchan and the "magic emperor" Luo defeated the enemy to fight on the top of the Purple Mountain.
There is a saying since ancient times: Evil is more than right.
But Zong Xuan scoffed at it.
What is evil? What is positive?
But future generations wishful thinking only.
In his eyes, victory is justice.
Even if Luo breaks the enemy's demons and gains the world, a hundred-year-old herdsman can still say that he is a righteous man, and the baidao represented by "sword god" Li Muchan is the demon.
"Evil is better than victory" is the declaration of the winner ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Just thousands of years later, people in the world may still mention Li Muchen and Luo to break the enemy, but who will remember the name of Zong Xuan?
But a handful of loess.
The battle after half a month is said to be at dusk.
What about today?
Huang Minglang is also about at dusk.
It's dusk now.
Where is Huang Minglang?
West wind blows cold.
A crow flew upwind, and with a quack, it flew over Zong Xuan's head.
According to ancient legend, the crow is an ominous bird, and the crow is an ominous omen.
Zong Xuan raised an eyebrow, and a ray of slash flew from his palm. Daoman flashed, the crow flew over, more than three feet forward, and the rain was soaring, Qi Zhong was divided into two pieces!
So fast!
The blood rain did not fall, but a burst of applause burst out not far away.
"Good knife, good knife! Master Fuze Tianhou, it's really enviable to have this [Blade Knife Method] ..."
Huang Minglang walked slowly. He was 35-six-year-old and very good-looking. His two beards looked more romantic and he had a long knife slanting on his left waist.
Although the knife is a weapon for killing, he is worth it, but it does not give people a terrible feeling.
He feels like a kind person.
Because his face always has a three-point smile.
But Zong Xuan knew that this man's brightest smile was when he wanted to kill. He killed countless people throughout his life, but the most secretive thing that made Zong Xuan the most jealous was the time he started--
That was once mentioned by the elderly Tianji. He killed with a smile, and 28 people were killed in one kill.
Including his master, wife and three children.
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