After a while, the Taoist nun was satisfied and threw Sang Qian aside, who had turned into a mummy. The six straws slowly retreated, and finally turned into a pair of gorgeous red lips.
I don’t know if the bright color on my lips is caused by lipstick or blood.
The Taoist nun licked her lips and showed an intoxicated expression: "The essence and blood of young men are so delicious, but why do I feel that the taste is not right? It is a little less yang, but it shouldn't be.
He is so lustful, how could he lack yang energy..."
She stood there in confusion for a long time, and finally couldn't figure out what was going on: "Forget it, it's better to go find that Zu An."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and turned into countless tiny mosquitoes, disappearing into the distance in a large black mass.
After a while, Sang Qian's voice came from not far away: "Hey, it seems that the sound just came from this place, why didn't you see anyone?"
It turned out that the Sang family father and daughter had just stopped the Pei Mianman girls, comforted them, and promised them that they would try their best to help them save Zu An, which made the two girls feel relieved a little.
Then Sang Hong was worried about his son's safety. After all, it was deep in the mountains and he might encounter people from the Demon Cult, so he took them with him to look for him in the direction where Sang Qian escaped.
After searching for a while, they suddenly heard a shrill scream in the distance, and they hurried over here.
At this time, Sang Hong felt his eyelids twitching wildly, and his heart was panicking. He hurriedly said: "Your brother's scream just now was too sad. He must be in great danger. If we don't find him, something will happen."
Zheng Dan frowned and said: "It shouldn't be the case. His cultivation level is not low. Even if he encounters some powerful enemies, he won't have no ability to resist at all."
"I hope so." Sang Hong replied uneasily.
At this moment, Sang Qian suddenly exclaimed: "Ah!"
"What's wrong?" Everyone shouted.
Sang Qian looked pale, pointed to the side and said, "This... there is a mummy here."
"Mummy?" Sang Hong said in a deep voice, "I don't know how many adventurers have been buried deep in this mountain. It's not surprising that there are mummies. It's better to find the whereabouts of your brother quickly."
"Oh, okay." Sang Qian nodded and started looking elsewhere.
Sang Hong came to the place where she had just stood. He just glanced at her casually, but suddenly his whole body trembled, as if he couldn't stand still.
Zheng Dan on the side quickly supported him: "Master Sang, what's wrong with you?"
Sang Hong pointed at the mummy with trembling hands: "Look at the clothes, do they look familiar?"
Zheng Dan looked at it intently, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat. These seemed to be Zu An's clothes from before. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn pale.
Sang Hong didn't care much at this time and hurriedly ran over, picked up the mummy lying on the ground and examined it carefully. When he saw the other person's appearance clearly, he screamed and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Although Sang Qian had been sucked down to the point where only a layer of skin and bones were left, he could still vaguely see his appearance.
Zheng Dan also saw the other person's appearance clearly. She was relieved at first to see that it was not Zu An, but after realizing that it was Sang Qian, she couldn't help but feel a little sad.
After all, the other party has been his fiancé for such a long time, and they met and chatted a lot in Mingyue City. Although he resented him for harming Zu An during this period, seeing him die so miserably with his own eyes, it was inevitable that he had some complicated emotions.
Sang Qian followed the sound. At this time, she also saw clearly the appearance of the mummy, and couldn't help but exclaimed, the blood on her face faded away.
She never expected that her brother, who was so lively just now, would now look like this.
Pei Mianman walked over and frowned when she saw Sang Qian's death. She had never seen anyone die in such a way.
"Who did it?" Sang Hong said through gritted teeth, with deep-seated hatred in his eyes.
You must know that Sang Qian is his only son, and it is impossible for him to have another son at his age, so once Sang Qian dies, he will be completely extinct.
He suddenly felt that all his efforts in this life were meaningless. Even if he was deprived of his position and imprisoned before, he was still wise and confident that he would always be able to make a comeback.
But now, no matter how many schemes he has in mind, there is nothing he can do.
The only motivation that keeps him alive is revenge, and he must kill the murderer of his son.
Pei Mianman replied: "We just checked around and saw no one else."
She secretly rejoiced that she and Zheng Dan had been with him all the time, otherwise they might have been regarded as murderers if they had just turned against each other before.
"Dad~" Sang Qian hurriedly came over to support him, her eyes full of tears. It was obvious that she was heartbroken when she saw her biological brother die so miserably.
Sang Hong endured his grief, tremblingly squatted down next to his son's body, and began to investigate the cause of his death.
At that moment, he was no longer the cunning and cunning governor of Mingyue City, but a poor man who lost his son in old age.
Sang Qian was also helping. When she touched her brother's corpse, which was as dry as firewood, her hands trembled slightly. She didn't know whether it was grief or anger.
The two checked for a while and Sang Qian looked confused: "Dad, there are no wounds on my brother's body."
Apparently because there was only a layer of shriveled skin left, the tiny wound on Sang Qian's neck was difficult to detect.
"Why are there no wounds..." Sang Hong murmured to himself. He didn't understand how his son died.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the rapid sound of horse hoofbeats in the distance. Sang Hong suddenly raised his head, wondering if the murderer had left and returned?
Even Pei Mianman and Zheng Dan were full of curiosity as to why there were cavalry in this wilderness.
However, what caught their eyes was a dazzling yellow light. Everyone squinted and finally saw that most of the cavalry were wearing golden armor and had solemn expressions.
Zheng Dan secretly sighed. He originally thought that the Chu family's red-robed army was already elite enough, but the momentum and oppressive feeling of these cavalrymen were even higher than that of the Chu family's red-robed army.
Sang Hong's face changed slightly: "Tiger and Ben army!"
"Hu Ben?" Zheng Dan was a little confused.
Pei Mianman next to him was also full of shock and hurriedly explained: "You are not in the capital, so you may not know this well. Huben is the emperor's personal soldier and only accepts the command of the emperor."
Zheng Dan was shocked: "Is the emperor here?"
Sang Qian on the side shook her head: "That's not the case. In this situation, it is difficult for the emperor to leave the capital. He must have sent his confidants here."
When the group of cavalry approached, everyone finally saw clearly the situation of those at the front.
The dozen or so riders in front were dressed in clothes embroidered with Haechi patterns and wore cold and murderous iron masks on their faces, which gave them an all-too-familiar feeling.
"Embroidered Clothes Messenger!"
The same thought came to everyone's mind, and what was even more surprising was that the color of the clothes of these embroidered messengers was obviously different from the previous batch. They looked more sophisticated and sophisticated, and they were obviously higher-level existences.
But what is surprising is that the embroidered clothes on the first knight are different from other embroidered messengers. His clothes are dark red, and even the patterns on the clothes are all embroidered with gold threads.
Moreover, he did not wear that terrifying iron mask on his face, but revealed his own appearance.
The middle-aged man's skin seemed as pale as if he hadn't seen the light for a long time. With his electric eyes, he looked extremely cold, giving off a gloomy and cold aura.
"Zhu Xie is so sincere!" Sang Hong said with a bitter look on his face. He didn't expect that this guy would take action.
Pei Mianman was also sweating a little on his temples, and quietly reminded Zheng Dan: "This man is Zhu Xie Chixin, the commander of the Embroidered Clothes Messenger. He is different from the previous little commander like Huang Huihong. He is the boss of all the Embroidered Clothes Messengers.
It’s unfathomable. Over the years, there are countless princes, nobles and officials in the imperial court who have fallen into his hands. He is the kind of existence that can stop children from crying at night.”
At this time, a cold and soft female voice sounded: "Manman?"
Pei Mianman looked into the crowd in disbelief and found a familiar and beautiful figure. He said with some disbelief: "Chu Yan?"
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