Damn it, why is it the old fox? Brother, I already wanted to die. The old fox struggled hard, and I let go according to his strength, otherwise my arms would be broken into several pieces. There was a gunshot, and I don’t know who it was.

After firing the gun, the old fox dodged hastily and jumped out of the trap. Fortunately, someone shot in time so that he had no time to kill me, otherwise my brother would be on the road to hell by now, right?

Before the old fox even hit the ground, Zoyalam threw out a beam of ice to freeze him. I then recited the heart-piercing spell. But it was useless. The old fox twisted his body and the ice scattered in a thin splash, and he also avoided it.

A shot was fired from the rafters. Seeing that we were well-equipped and had laid a trap early, the old fox did not dare to fight and fled. When I climbed out of the pit, I found that the old thief had already escaped from the house.

Lao Cao and the others jumped down from the roof beams one by one and chased them out with guns in hand, but they were not as fast as Zoyalam's ice. Not far outside, ice wrapped the ghost king, and he stumbled and broke the ice. Nie Min also returned

He wanted to continue shooting, but Lao Cao held him back: "Stop shooting, the sound is too loud, it will alarm the villagers."

I picked up the oil lamp from the table and ran out. Lao Cao followed behind with a flashlight. I found the old fox running quickly towards the back hill. There seemed to be something extra in his hand, which seemed to be a person. As I ran forward, I followed

Lao Cao said, hurry up and see if there are any missing people among us?

Lao Cao had already turned around and asked, but it turned out that there were many of us. Xiao Ying ran over and said that the dead girl saw that the person captured by the Ghost King might be Ma Dalian.

This situation made us all dumbfounded. You said that this trap was specially prepared for Ma Dalun, but the old fox accidentally broke in first, and then went out and caught him again. The bastard may have just arrived and didn't have time to enter the house, but he bumped into it.

He was unlucky enough to fall into the evil star of Old Fox. He usually wears a mask and roams freely in Niangzifen Village, but when he meets the Ghost King, he turns into a caterpillar.

The old fox is not an ordinary awesome guy, and bullets can't do anything to him. Unless I hug him and blast him, he might be killed. So we don't dare to pursue him any further. He was originally going to deal with us tonight.

Yes, it would be good if he was beaten away by us. If we continue to pursue him, we may be defeated by him one by one and die collectively.

However, we still have the magic weapon of Zoyaram in our hands, so we are not particularly afraid. The problem is that there are too many people, so we are afraid that something will happen. Once Lao Cao and I discussed it, we would chase the dead girl after she got on top of me.

People go back to their houses and wait for news.

Although Nie Min was reluctant, she still pouted and went back with the big guy. The damn girl got on my body at this moment, and we quickly followed up the mountain. I still did the old method, wearing a seat belt around my waist, this is also

He was prepared with both hands, just in case he went to the grave to explore the cave. He stuffed the oil lamp into his seat belt, wore a headlamp, and had a pistol in his waist.

The bamboo forest was quiet along the way, and no movement could be heard at all. Even the damn girl said that she could not see the figure of the old fox. This old bastard was too fast. Don't look at carrying only one person, even if he was carrying two people up the mountain, it would be the same.

We were walking on flat ground. With Dead Girl as our radar, we were not afraid of a sneak attack, so we let go and ran uphill.

We quickly climbed over the mountain and came to the Niangzi Tomb. The surrounding area was still dark and quiet, without any sound. Lao Cao and I took flashlights and shined them around, thinking that this was strange. The old fox should have gone to the Niangzi Tomb when he went up the mountain. What do you think?

If there is no one around, could it be that he has entered a robber's cave?

The two of us winked at each other, separated to the left and right, walked around the two sides of the wordless monument, and walked lightly to the entrance of the thief's cave. At first glance, there was no one there, but we didn't dare to enter the cave rashly, in case the old fox lurked inside and ambush us.

Or the three-headed corpse girl is waiting for us here. Isn’t that just surrendering?

Just when I was about to search to the side again, I suddenly heard a slight groan coming from the grass on the left. The night was too quiet, and although the sound was extremely slight, we both heard it very clearly. Lao Cao and I shook our heads, but still

The old method is to divide the troops into two groups and outflank them from both sides.

The grass was very dense and the grass stems were very long. When I got closer, I saw a pair of feet. The dead girl immediately said: "It's Ma Dali, he seems to be seriously injured!"

Needless to say, she was beaten by the old fox. I turned around and looked around again and asked her: "Have you noticed where the old fox is?"

The dead girl said: "I can't see it. I think he must have entered a cave. He must have gotten what he wanted from Ma Dalun, so he went into the cave to look for the entrance to the altar."

Lao Cao and I nodded to indicate safety, squatted down and dug through the grass, and Ma Dayan's pale face appeared in the light. There were blood marks on the corners of the old boy's mouth, his eyes were closed tightly, and it looked like he was seriously injured. Lao Cao stretched out his hand to lightning

He held his left hand's pulse gate as if there was an acupuncture point there. After being held, his whole body would feel sore and numb. Ma Dahuan frowned, and then slowly opened his eyes, his eyes looking quite dim.

"Where is the Ghost King?" Lao Cao stared at him and asked.

"Who...who is the Ghost King?" Ma Daluan asked weakly.

"That's the person who arrested you just now." I said.

"He...he entered the hole..."

"Did you tell him how to decipher the secret of the three-headed corpse, so he dared to go in?" Lao Cao squeezed his wrist hard, making the old boy frown and open his mouth.

"Yes, I told him a secret."

I reached out and patted his face and said, "Tell us this secret, how you learned the spell, and how you killed Lao Huang. Tell us from the beginning."

Ma Daheng seemed to know that he was seriously injured and would never recover, and he also knew that we know how to restrain the soul. Even if we don't talk about it now, we will not escape our hands after death. So he started talking intermittently, but it was very laborious to talk, and he looked like he would die at any time.

.I quickly stretched out my hand to hold his chest and spread some Taoist Qi, so that he had enough breath in a short time and was able to speak fluently.

He didn't tell the secret first, but started talking about it when he learned magic. After Ma Shitou died, Grandma Qin and Father Huang might have thought that he had brought thaumaturgy into the coffin, but that was wrong. This man's heart was not right.

But people are very smart and have recorded spells as early as Grandma Qin.

When Ma Dalun was sixteen years old, he accidentally dug out a broken earthen jar under his bed, which contained a stack of newspapers filled with calligraphy. When he took it out and looked at it, he found that they were all incomprehensible words.

One of his characteristics is that when he takes something seriously, he will never give up if he can't figure it out. So he thought about it every day, and finally slowly understood the meaning of these words. From then on, he couldn't help but be curious and practice according to the formula.

After marrying his wife, he had achieved some success in cultivation. But at that time, he discovered that Lao Huang actually knew this, and he began to feel uncomfortable. He thought about how his father drank some wine at his house and never woke up.

Come here, could it be that Lao Huang's father killed his father? He also stole the magic secret from his father and succeeded in practicing it?

At that time, he really wanted to catch Lao Huang and ask him, but he knew that his cultivation was not as good as the other man's, so he didn't dare to take action rashly. He tolerated this for many years. As time went by, Lao Huang learned another skill of sunflower.

The corpse evil spell made him even more afraid to take action. Because he hid it well enough, Lao Huang didn't even realize that Ma Daluan, who became the village chief, was also a hidden master.
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