Chapter 135: Deacon

In the stone house, the fat brother's saliva splashed and told his glorious history.
"Ok."
Xia Tuo put away the two animal skin bags, clapped his hands, turned and left.
"Keep working hard, I'll leave first."
"Hey~~~~"
Seeing Xia Tuo patted his and left, he didn't have any nostalgia. The fat brother was stunned. This is too shameless. Didn't the fat brother work hard without credit?
"That's right, the essence of Fat Brother's family bargaining, you such a savage can't understand it even after listening to it, and it was a waste of Fat Brother's saliva."
"Huh, Savage, I don't know what bartering is."
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"My lord, the ghost deacon will not leave the underground market world easily."
In the hilly mountains to the east of Zejin City, four figures surrounded Xia Tuo, and several people hid in a cave deep in the hills for several days.
Now he has collected seven slaves from the Zejin Slave Market. Except for Feng, Shaobaitou, and Gu Feng at the beginning, the other four are Fengying, Muxie, Jin, and Linjiao.
Fengying was sent out by the slave owner to pick up the slaves who did not return, Linjiao and Jin returned to the underground slave world to hide.
As for Feng, Shao Baitou, and Gu Feng, because they had left the slave market for a long time, they dared not return to the slave market without a definite reason.
After he returned from Fat Brother, he finally made a decision to figure out the power of the slave market. After all, if he really got into an unprovoked existence, he didn't know that it would be a troublesome thing.
If the slaves of a few of them were spotted, it might bring disaster to the Xia tribe.
If you want to clarify the affairs of the slave market, taking down a deacon who will keep the slave market running is a direct and effective way.
The ghost deacons mentioned by the slaves are the people with high status in the Zejin Slave Market.
"Master, the status of the ghost deacon in the underground market is the same as that of the slave owner. The subordinates once saw the ghost deacon directly overstep the slave owner and give an order. Although the slave owner was furious, he did not refute, as if he was afraid of the slave. Similar."
"Where did this ghost deacon come from."
"do not know."
The four people in front of them all shook their heads. They hadn't been here for a long time, and they didn't know many things.
"How strong is this ghost deacon?"
"It should be the peak of the Heavenly Vein Realm. We haven't seen a ghost deacon taking action. He can't come out of the underground market. This is a rumor in the slave market."
"Does this guy have any preferences."
The four of them all shook their heads, Shao Baitou frowned and thought about it.
"The ghost deacon has a lot of suspicion. When I saw him, I felt as if I was being targeted by something, and besides giving orders, I rarely showed up."
Xia Tuo's expression fell silent, such an old thing was really difficult to deal with, it seemed really difficult to draw it out.
"What if we go directly into the underground market world and severely wound it?"
After that, he shook his head. There was too much movement like this. Besides, it was difficult to deal with a warrior who seemed to be at the peak of the Heavenly Vessel Realm.
It seems that you can only use tricks. The more scheming guys are, they will have a strong confidence in themselves and a strong desire to control. As long as they feel that they are under their control, they will have all kinds of confidence.
No one is perfect. Chief Xia saves others by himself. He himself is greedy and greedy when he sees good things.
For example, the wooden bumps of Leimu Zijiyang. When he was not familiar with Fat Brother, he didn't even know what was in the package, so he took the opportunity to take it down without hesitation.
Originally, he had no grievances with the slave market. He bought slaves and paid for the core of the beast. The old man was not deceived, and he bought and left his hands. The slave market was not authentic.
I am not a good person, so I naturally find the place back.
Besides, they have already shot, and there is no way out.
It is estimated that the heart of the slave trade was done by iron and stone, and I did it all by myself. There is no difference between doing a little and doing a lot.
"Don't move for now, wait for my order."
Having made up his mind in his mind, Xia Tuo didn't hesitate, and returned to the tribe with all the people, and called the tribe to discuss.
Family hall.
Said it was a discussion, Xia Tuo only called Luo and Qiao'er, and the other elders couldn't help much. After some secret discussion, the three began to get busy.
Qiao'er smelted the witch aquamarine obtained from the Fenghu tribe, and smashed into the open space around the spirit wood, and then began to depict the witch formation runes.
The blood and bones of the powerful fierce beasts that the snails needed, under Xia Tuo’s order, several slaves headed towards the depths of the forest. It took half a month to hunt down all the blood and bones of the five pure-blood fierce beasts. To him.
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After half a month.
In a stone garden near the purple sun thunderwood tree, the stone hall in the garden is sealed, and the hall is filled with a strong atmosphere. The surrounding doors and windows are carved with witch charms, which confine the smell in the stone hall.
Thick beast blood permeated the entire stone hall. The snail was sitting in the center in the blood water, falling in the hands of the abdomen. A drop of blood rose and fell, and strands of red blood were scattered continuously. Five pure blood beasts crawled on him. Under his feet, they are connected into a pentagonal array.
There are not many people in the tribe who practice cursing witchcraft. There are only seven people in the tribe, but three of the seven are senior wizards, and the remaining four are intermediate wizards.
At this moment, the seven people were all in the stone hall, their robes were soaked with blood, and the looming witch charms were like tarsus maggots surrounding them, vomiting blood.
Soon a strand of hair appeared in Conch's hand, and he pressed it on the inherited blood bead in his hand, and the blood was bright and dark in the dim stone hall.
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When he was ready, Xia Tuo gave orders to Gu Feng and Shao Bai.
Under the night, the entire Xia tribe gradually quieted down as usual, and Old Man Wu and Xia Tuo leaned under the Leiyang Wood.
"You have to think about it, do you really want to do this?"
Old man Feng was really taken aback at Xia Tuo's courage.
He didn't expect Xia Tuo to be so courageous, what did Xia Tuo do during the time he was cultivating the doll in the Human Palace.
audacious in the extreme!
Xia Tuo couldn't help but squinted at Old Man Feng's beard blowing. He didn't expect the backing behind this slave market to be so terrifying.
But being beaten passively is not his style.
For this matter, he has been in the tribe for nearly twenty days, depending on whether the deacon will come.
"They are coming to Zejin City now."
After a while, Xia Tuo looked up at the sky and said softly.
"We have no way out, even if I don't mess with them, do you think the slave market will let me go, especially since this force is far stronger than we expected."
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A day later, Gu Feng and Shaobai were wounded and rushed into the underground cave of the slave market. They turned a blind eye to the surprises of the people around them, and rushed directly into the cave where the deacon was.
In the gloomy cave, a thin figure was sitting on the stone bed with a grimace mask on his face, and the two eyes were dark and invisible.
"Come in."
The stone door of the cave opened, and Gu Feng and Shao Baitou directly fell on the ground.
"Meet the deacon, we are back."
The ghost and deacon made no sound, and the atmosphere in the cave suddenly froze. The two of Gu Feng knelt on the ground, only feeling chilled.
"We we..."
Shaobaitou's teeth trembled and choked for a while.
Gu Feng hurriedly took out an animal skin package from his arms and handed it up tremblingly.
In the next moment, the ghost deacon grabbed it with a big hand, and a black air flow emerged from the void, wrapped the animal skin in his hand, and spread the animal skin package with his big, dry hands.
Hum!
A ray of azure blue mixed with golden light came into my eyes, and an arc of purple silver light exploded in the light.
"Purple Pole Thunderwood."
In the eyes illuminated by the divine light, a greedy color floated out.
The withered big hand grabbed it, and suddenly a suction sucked the spiritual energy in the spiritual leaf that still had a branch in his hand clean, and there was thunder flashing between his fingers.
"Where did it come from."
Shao Baitou panicked the road: "It's the tribe that the deacon asked me to track. That tribe has a spirit tree of twenty to thirty meters high. We were discovered when we got closer, and we dragged a spiritual leaf back in panic."
"What you said is true."
All of a sudden, the heads of Shao Baitou and Gu Feng almost touched the ground.
In an instant, the ghost deacon sitting on the stone bed disappeared. At the corners of the eyes of the two Shao Baitou close to the ground, they saw their feet fall.
The next moment, Gu Feng, who was huge in his body, felt a palm press on the back of his head, and he felt cold, and a strange breath flowed through his body, as if he was in a trance.
"You didn't lie to me."
Gu Feng collapsed to the ground all of a sudden. Although he didn't know why the slave totem mark on his body had not been noticed, he knew that he had wandered through the ghost gate once.
"take me to."
"Yes Yes.
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Xia tribe, in the totem hall.
For several days, Xia Tuo was fidgeting, he didn't know if that old thing would be fooled, and when it would come.
Waiting from day to night, day by day like torment, but dare not let up.
In these days, once night fell, except for the soldiers who had to patrol the tribe, the other tribesmen all returned to the stone houses to rest.
Since the ghost deacon didn't know when he would arrive, all the witch hall wizards he had gathered stayed in the clan hall.
Not only that, in the closed clan hall, all the sorcerers could not leave the hall for days, waiting quietly.
"Uncle, don't worry, we are all ready."
"Woohoo."
Wu Wu, who was lying on Qiao'er's shoulder, also nodded.
"The tribe under the blanket of Totem Lord, even if there is a small bug, it may escape Ben Wuwu's perception."
Seeing Xia Tuo still frowning, he was unhappy.
"I said Lao Xia~EbookFREE.me~You don't think I'm just a decoration."
puff!
In an instant, Qiao'er covered her mouth and chuckled.
Xia Tuo glanced at Wu Wu. Since Wu Wu was able to speak, there were a few words that made him familiar from time to time. At the beginning, he was still very square, but now he is no stranger to it.
"of course."
At the expression Xia Tuo took for granted, he was angry.
"I am the totem master!"
"The Totem Master doesn't understand, he can divide the tribe."
"You try to seal one."
Xia Tuo gave a white glance and said, "Just seal one."
Suddenly, there was no sound. After a while, he suffocated a sentence: "I am still a child."
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