Mo Wen's face was not very good, "Princess, these people said confusing things, and they still couldn't ask what we wanted to know."

An Luo's brainwashing skills are top-notch. In the hearts of his disciples, he is a god and Buddha. They are all very loyal to him and want to worship him.

Moreover, An Luo was very cunning and kept himself secretive. There was only a limited amount of things he could ask from his disciples.

Shangguan Ruoli thought for a moment and asked Mo: "Since interrogation has little effect, let's break them down psychologically."

Mo Wen asked, "What does this mean, Princess?"

Shangguan Ruoli said: "It's just a psychological offensive, asking them something they care about."

Mo Wen nodded, and then walked up to the pale and handsome man, thinking about what these people cared about most.

I tried to ask some questions, such as where is my family? How old was I when I became a disciple of Anluo? Is training hard? Have you ever been forced to serve someone? Was it a man or a woman?...

No matter how hard your heart is, there will always be a soft place in your heart.

As Mo Wen continued to ask questions step by step, he saw that this man's expressionless face became more and more colorful.

In the end, this man's face was actually filled with tears.

"I want to go home... My mother must be very anxious if she can't find me... But I don't dare to run... I'm afraid..."

Mo Wen calmed down for a while and asked: "Don't be afraid, I can save you. I was controlled by An Luo just like you before. Tell me where An Luo is? Then I will let you go home."

"But it's been more than a month since I last saw the master. He went to my house to look for me. He should be in Qinghui Mountain now, right?"

Then, Mo Wen followed suit and started asking other people.

They met An Luo at different times and places, and each one of them had his or her own account of Qinghui Mountain.

The woman whose hands and feet were cut off still looked yearning when she mentioned An Luo, as if she was reminiscing about the feeling of being with him.

"The master said that the woman he loved died, so he froze her body so that he could see her when he missed her."

When this woman said this, she felt lost, longed for, and admired.

"Master is so affectionate. People have died and they still have to keep the bodies! And I can only see Master once a year..." After saying this, the woman started crying.

Another woman said disdainfully: "Master will not fall in love with another woman. He said that he only likes me. I am his destined lover..."

Shangguan Ruoli held his forehead and said, "Come on, that An Luo doesn't tell a word of truth. He is simply the best of scumbags!"

There is such a scammer in modern times. He is not very good-looking and very poor, but he is good at coaxing women. He walks among several women at the same time, but all of those women are devoted to him and give everything they have to him.

He is able to grasp women's weaknesses, satisfy their spiritual needs, brainwash them with sweet words, and act as if they are real.

Shangguan Ruoli immediately no longer wanted to waste time with these people, so he ignored them and went to Qinghui Mountain.

I don’t believe it, Qingfu Mountain is more dangerous than the old mausoleum of the Black Robe Clan and the ancestral graves of the Tang Clan.

Shangguan Ruoli went to the temporary warehouse tent to check their inventory. There were nearly 300 small bombs, more than 500 explosive packs, more naphtha, revolver bullets, and firecrackers.

There are hundreds of boxes of shotguns.

It's enough to blow up Qinghui Mountain, but dealing with a Jianghu organization is too wasteful and not worth it, so it's better to save some.

Back at the camp, Dongming Ziyu came.

Shangguan Ruoli washed his hands and said, "Has the plan for attacking the mountain been agreed upon tomorrow? If we make such a big move, An Luo will either escape or take more precautions."

Dongming Ziyu lazily leaned on the simple bed, "It's just a Qinghui Mountain. It can be burned or exploded. It doesn't take much energy. An Luo just trained ghost soldiers and raised some fine crafts. The scale

It’s far different from Plum Blossom Pavilion.”

"That's true." Shangguan Ruoli agreed. An Luo always went to his disciples' homes and taught one-on-one, so he really couldn't teach many people.

However, they have high brainwashing skills and most of them are very loyal, even more than those who died.

Dongming Ziyu said: "There are so many of us, we can surround Qingfu Mountain completely, and then attack it with fire. When it is all burned, we can search all the way up."

Shangguan Ruoli gave a thumbs up, "That's cruel enough!"

In this way, all formations and poisonous flowers and weeds will be burned to the ground.

Dongming Ziyu said again: "To save time, let's do it tonight. Let's go search the mountain tomorrow."

The mountain had just been burned and no one could enter, but he was very thoughtful.

Shangguan Ruoli sat next to him and asked: "I'm afraid there's no one on the mountain anymore, why didn't you start earlier?"

Dongming Ziyu said: "We know too little about Qingfu Mountain. At least we have not discovered that there are 70,000 or 80,000 soldiers hidden there. The spies have searched Qingfu Mountain and only found a few wooden houses. This is unreasonable. Drive them out."

Qingfu Mountain will be easier to deal with."

Shangguan Ruoli suddenly said in surprise: "Why are you so leisurely during tonight's operation? Who led the troops?"

Dongming Ziyu said matter-of-factly: "Jingyang."

Shangguan Ruoli looked shocked, "You let him have a child? That's a huge fire. Why are you so big-hearted?"

Dongming Ziyu blinked innocently, "He volunteered himself, and I asked Mo Xiang and An Yi to follow."

Shangguan Ruoli knew that there were capable people around Jing Yu, but the mother was such a bitch and wished she could keep her child under her wing at all times.

"Okay, let's follow him secretly and take a look, don't worry." Dongming Ziyu coaxed softly, and then he saw a smile on Shangguan Ruoli's face.

"Well!" With that said, Shangguan Ruoli took Dongming Ziyu's arm and pulled him up, "Let's go!"

Dongming Ziyu got up lazily, hugged Shangguan Ruoli and kissed him, "Don't worry, they haven't set off yet."

Shangguan Ruoli equipped all the weapons and followed Dongming Ziyu to the front camp.

In an open space, two hundred thousand soldiers had already mounted their horses and assembled.

In Jingyang, Wang Mingxuan led the vanguard and brought a large amount of incendiary bombs made of saltpeter, sulfur and naphtha.

Jingyang is wearing light armor, with a small helmet covering part of his face. He is really heroic and murderous.

He waved his little arm and said, "Let's go!"

The voice is childish, but full of majesty.

Then he pinched the horse's belly with his legs and rushed into the night first.

The horse's hooves trampled through the night and tore up the moonlight.

Shangguan Ruoli and Dongming Ziyu also rode behind, following behind.

They arrived at the foot of Qingfu Mountain in less than a quarter of an hour. Shangguan Ruoli and Dongming Ziyu dismounted and found a high-lying place to watch the excitement.

Ruhua came out of the darkness and said, "I have met the prince and the princess!"

Shangguan Ruoli nodded, motioned for him to excuse himself, and said, "How many zombie puppets did you bring?"

Ru Hua replied: "Two thousand."

Shangguan Ruoli smelled the smell of sulfur and naphtha in the air, and reminded: "We are going to set a fire, but don't burn to death."
Chapter completed!