Erhong let go of Yu Xing, and finally revealed a trace of his own emotions—
He looked a little disappointed.
"You have used so many methods to get in, but can only do this level?"
"Why will the master be discovered as soon as you enter?"
"Not fun. Compared with my imagination, what you do is not fun, fox, demon, big, human."
Compared with the tentative "little fox" a few minutes ago, the fox demon screamed confidently and sarcastically.
Yu Xing looked down at him slightly - the young master Erhong pretended to be everything, but he didn't pretend to be tall. The teenager was much shorter even in front of the "Southern Xinjiang Girl".
The eyes that looked like deer were still lively, but what was flowing in it at this time was a vivid and swaying murderous intent.
It seems that I feel that the fun didn't meet expectations and was extremely disappointed, so I decided to kill the intruders as Master Wanban said.
Yu Xing's body radiated a burst of black mist against the murderous intent, and returned to his original appearance in the rich black package. He was wearing simple clothes, with a horse whip on his waist, and a fox head faintly appeared on his face, which was extremely strange.
He laughed, and the black fog fox head that transformed into a illusion also smiled: "Why don't you call me Lord Mouse?"
"Are they all the same?" Erhong's brows drooped, as if he was really sad. "Your methods of intruding into the Fengfu are far less skillful than you think you are. For me, your identity has been exposed as soon as you stepped into this place."
"I was waiting to watch the fox demon performing, but I didn't expect that even the fox demon was famous and had not been hiding for a few breaths under the master."
"Trouble? Chaos? From the moment you appeared in Fengtou Town, I was looking forward to today. Just now, I was thinking about meeting the fox demon who played the role of a southern Xinjiang woman, but..."
There was a hand of black eyeballs in his hand. When his fingers loosened, the almost dry eyeballs leaked out of the gaps and rolled to the ground.
Gululu...
The fragile eyes rolled out of the sound of a river tide.
They seemed to have their own consciousness, forming a circle around Yu Xing. In an instant, a suffocation feeling like drowning rose from Yu Xing's throat.
Crazy...
Covered by the sound of the tide, Erhong's voice became much more dull.
"I'm so disappointed, why? Why are you so useless?"
Yu Xing subconsciously touched his throat.
It was this feeling of drowning again. He once felt the same suffocation on the white jade coffin in the stage world.
But unlike the more real suffocation that was due to the character bonus at that time, at this moment, he could easily tell that this was just an illusion of directly adding to his consciousness.
More advanced than hallucinations, his brain will think that he is experiencing drowning and then brain death.
There is probably no concept of brain death in this era. People will only think that this method is so strange and unsolvable, beyond the limit of knowledge.
But Yu Xing was obviously not within the limit of this knowledge. Once his brain realized the essence of this method, the attack would directly collapse.
His fox head smiled even bigger, and a sharp fox laugh could be heard vaguely: "How do you know that I didn't deliberately let things develop to this point?"
Yu Xing seemed to have returned to the clinic and bullied the miscellaneous workers as an umbrella leader.
He approached Erhong with a vigilant and cold gaze from his subordinates in the black robe. While walking, he broke his eyes on the ground in front of him and made a crisp sound.
"A young master who has long lost his respect for Master Wanban; a master who knows the child's rebellion and is ready to clean up the portal." Yu Xing had already noticed the real relationship between the two in just a few short conversations between Erhong and Master Wanban. "It's quite interesting, isn't it?"
He sighed and went further.
Erhong was not surprised by his awareness, and his expression was still calm in control of the overall situation.
It's like saying, what can you do if you know?
This can't change anything.
After all, now when you look at these wastes, you can't even participate in the rift between him and the masters.
But Yu Xing continued to sigh.
"But what's more interesting than this is... a pseudo-god in the river who was fed by all masters, a dead town cursed by the pseudo-god, and a terrifying evil spirit who is about to be born due to fear and regret."
The stage world, the real world, and the hidden mission, are pointed to one of them respectively.
Just when Yu Xing confirmed that the Master Wanban and the old man in the stage world were the same, the three were connected.
Erhong's eyes revealed a little surprise.
Then there is the renewed interest.
"Ah, yes, you guys are using Qian San's disguise technique today. In other words, you may already know what he did to Lianxiang, and thus think of the method of stitching the soul."
"Waste or waste. If the master knew that the secret was leaked from Qian San, it would definitely make him worse than death... but there was probably no such opportunity?"
Erhong mentioned Qian San, completely indifferent to the roadside garbage, and at most a hint of malice: "He has been solved by you, right?"
Yu Xing was not stingy with the young master and answered generously: "I left him to Lianxiang."
"Interesting." Erhong moved slightly, as if he wanted to go to Qian San's house now to see Qian San's miserable situation.
But now he had a more important goal, and a strange light flashed in his eyes: "So, you actually know what the masters are planning, and they are prepared."
"I'm also a part of your plan?"
"You are going to hold me back and let your fellow outside do things...ah, that's what you should be, that's the level you deserve."
His performance vividly interprets what the Fuziren is. He doesn't seem to care about the plans of the masters, nor does he care about the revenge they will suffer from in the Jiangzhong after the plan fails.
He just found it interesting.
But Erhong still maintained the young master's calmness, even if every word he said pointed to madness.
Yu Xing looked at the child raised by the masters and seemed to see a little bit of the shadow of the musician Gui Yiqing.
I have to say that there are many people who have fun.
There are also many people who died suddenly in order to watch the fun.
However, there are very few people like Erhong who are inseparable from the enemy and clearly have the trump card to save their lives.
Moreover, Erhong was very smart, at least he quickly realized the real purpose of Yu Xing's appearance here.
That’s right, last night, the night when the speculators did the most things, they had already made plans for today.
As an obvious flaw, Yu Xing's main purpose is to hold back the "Young Master" whose strength and attitude are more vague than those of the masters.
At the same time, we must obtain information from the Young Master of the other forces in the Fengtou Town - this is the most important thing.
He rubbed the horse whip around his waist with one hand and sat on the mahogany chair in Erhong's room with great ease, as relaxed as if he was at his own home.
"Sit down, the young master Erhong."
The black fog fox head showed a cunning expression in a bad mood, almost putting bad thoughts on the surface.