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Chapter 282 The Puppet of the Empty City

The moonlight on the plateau is brighter and the stars are all over the night sky.

Through the light, I can actually see the building in front of me clearly, it looks like a ruin, and I can also see the glyphs on it clearly, but it is in Tibetan, and Jiang Weifei doesn't understand it very well, so he can only push open the old city gate and open it.

Time creaks.

Suddenly, the eyes lit up, and there were bright lights and a lot of people inside.

Jiang Weifei rubbed his eyes fiercely, feeling unreasonable in his heart, and stammered, "Damn...damn it, boss."

Qi Jiujiu did not hide his figure this time, but followed with his chest crossed. He looked like a human being, with a bit of interest in his eyes.

Qi Lechuan just breathed a sigh of relief and lifted it up again. The city gate that had just been opened blew a gust of cold wind towards her, and her bones felt the biting coldness. Jiang Weifei's words were right today.

"Xiao Jiang." She said in a flirtatious tone.

Jiang Weifei looked at her hesitantly. He seemed to be older than her, right?

"Don't make a fuss, follow me out. No matter what happens, normal things will happen. As long as you can change your attitude, nothing can scare you." She said, and wrapped her little coat tightly. At this low temperature, she

I really don't like it.

"No, boss, boss..." He was about to say something to save his image, but Qi Lechuan had already entered the city.

Qi Jiujiu, who was behind her, looked back at him provocatively and said arrogantly, "Are you scared?"

First of all, Jiang Weifei is a man and cannot be provoked, but in this case, he forced himself to follow and spoke awkwardly, "I... what am I afraid of as a grown man..."

Before he finished speaking, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him, only a few centimeters away from his face. The huge visual impact made Jiang Weifei jump up on the spot, "Fuck!"

Qi Lechuan looked back.

Jiang Weifei ran behind Qi Lechuan in a few panicked steps, his hands trembling.

The thing that suddenly appeared was originally hanging upside down on the city gate. Suddenly the rope loosened and it fell down to face Jiang Weifei. It was a strange corpse with its hands chopped off and its face bruised with blood. The only thing that appeared was that it was hanging upside down on the city gate.

What can be distinguished is that there is a head of golden hair, but now the blood on it is dripping down the hair.

Qi Lechuan was fearless and stepped forward to check and said, "He died not long ago. He was a foreigner. His soul is gone."

No wonder I haven't encountered this group of foreigners after walking in no-man's land for so long. They turned out to be in the city.

It was rare that Jiang Weifei didn't answer her words, so Qi Lechuan thought about turning around and insulting him. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Jiang Weifei's face was pale, his body was stiff, his fingers were still on the gun at his waist, and his lips were trembling.

Everyone knows that all the nine sects are involved in tomb robbing. Jiang Weifei can at best accept coffins to retrieve items, but he definitely cannot accept strange powers and chaos. However, wherever the eighth master of the Qi family goes, there are always evil sects.

Qi Lechuan chuckled, very heartlessly.

Qi Jiujiu glared at her and told her to restrain herself. It was not good to bully the weak.

She was grinning with her teeth bared, while Jiang Weifei was holding a white hand on his shoulder, gloating over his misfortune, and a strange face appeared behind him, which was exactly the same as Qi Lechuan's face.

Her smile stopped instantly and the corners of her mouth formed a thin line.

Jiang Weifei heard the person behind him speak, "Jiang Weifei, what are you looking at?"

The familiar voice almost made Jiang Weifei's legs weak, and he didn't dare to look back.

Then a cold voice appeared, "What are you looking at? Keep walking."

Qi Jiujiu's face was also confused for a moment. The majestic ghost king was actually copied by something. How unreasonable!

Jiang Weifei was caught in the middle, and when he bravely looked back, he saw another Qi Lechuan and Xiaogui, dressed exactly the same, looking and moving, and even their tone of voice.

If they changed their positions, Jiang Weifei might not be able to tell the truth from the lies.

Just when he thought of this, his face became even worse, and he thought of a more serious problem. In fact, he couldn't tell the difference without changing his position!

It was completely copied. Qi Lechuan touched his chin and couldn't figure it out. Chao Jiang Wei said, "Tell me, why don't they copy you?"

Jiang Weifei didn't know that he was in great danger now, and he was even sure that the person whose thinking was going astray must be Qi Lechuan. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed the hem of her clothes.

Unexpectedly, the fake guy on the other side also spoke, his face full of contempt, and he said in exactly the same tone, "Maybe it's because you are too weak and they look down on you."

Jiang Weifei shuddered and didn't dare to hold Qi Lechuan's clothes anymore, fearing that the one on the other side was not the real one?

He took two steps back with a confused look on his face and began to discuss, "Well, two bosses, let me stay away from you, and you can resolve the internal disputes first."

Qi Lechuan looked at the other party with interest, chuckled, and raised his chin toward Jiang Weifei with a bit of provocation, "Come here, if you choose the wrong person, the fake will definitely swallow your soul, and then you will

Being hung upside down on the city gate is just like..." She pointed to the corpse, "Just like him, he died tragically."

Isn't that scary, boss?

How should he choose?

As soon as Qi Lechuan spoke, the kid behind him spoke, "Don't believe her, she's fake."

Qi Jiujiu yelled, if Shichuan hadn't wanted to play with them, he would have slapped them to death. How dare you imitate him?

Is it possible to grasp the charm of the Ghost King?

Jiang Weifei was still struggling. Adhering to the attitude that it only mattered how many seconds he could live, he chose not to act, or not to choose at all.

The two sides did not look aggressive, because Qi Lechuan always looked calm, and the other party imitated the indifference, and they just remained in a stalemate.

Suddenly, several foreigners appeared in the city. They were walking in a hurry. When they saw the corpse hanging upside down at the city gate, they almost ran away.

Qi Lechuan tilted her head and wanted to catch up, but the fake blocked her way. She curled her lips and said, "Okay, we are all our own people, why should we embarrass ourselves?"

Fake Lechuan is thoughtful, which seems to make sense.

Jiang Weifei simply followed the right person. Qi Lechuan asked him, "Why did you choose me?"

He said confidently, "The eighth master of the Qi family is a big liar. He can't learn from this character."

She clicked her tongue and scolded him, "Go away. If I had known, I would have fed you to it and it would have gained an extra mouth."

Jiang Weifei immediately covered his mouth, shook his head and said, "I'll shut it now."

Qi Lechuan passed the two impostors and wanted to leave. Suddenly a strong wind hit behind her. She tilted her head slightly, and the Shenmu brushed against her hair, almost slicing her face.

She didn't want to argue with the two impostors. She just wanted to get the dragon head and leave. She didn't want to worry about this place.

But at this moment, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a bit of fierceness in her eyes. She raised her hand to grab the sacred tree very quickly, but her hand passed through the sacred tree.

is false.

She was not slow at all. She pulled out the sacred tree behind Qi Jiujiu with her backhand, stepped over in two steps, stood up and stabbed it at very fast speed.

The fake Lechuan on the opposite side seemed to have a few moments to dodge the attack.

Qi Lechuan gave a disdainful smile, then turned his sword and stabbed the fake Jiujiu. The sacred tree left his hand, and with such great strength, he nailed the fake Jiujiu to the city wall.

After being pierced, the fake Jiujiu transformed into a wooden figure and fell to the ground, with transparent silk threads on its wooden limbs.
Chapter completed!
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