Chapter 54: Using foxes as bait to act for oneself (6)
The arrows stuck into the soil around Wu Zhou were like a vast expanse of grass, but there seemed to be an invisible wall right next to him, completely blocking the arrows from falling to the ground.
Wu Zhou, on the other hand, still looked calm and calm, not moving at all.
In the vast jungle of arrows, it is like an isolated island, completely isolated from the world.
"Monsters...monsters..." Many officers and soldiers were frightened and their legs were weak, and they subconsciously stepped back. This was not the power of mortals, but either monsters or monsters, or... "Is this a god...an immortal...?"
"Nonsense!" the fake governor suddenly shouted, "It's clearly a monster causing harm to the world. If anyone dares to confuse people with monster words, don't blame me for being rude!"
Wu Zhou, who was lying down, moved, holding the armrests of the wicker chair with both hands, as if he was about to stand up, "It would be absurd if a mere mortal soldier could kill an immortal. If you are an evil obstacle, you might as well show up and fight quickly. If you want to die, I will
Complete."
There was a commotion among the officers and soldiers, as if with a blow, in a few words, some people actually wanted to believe that Wu Zhou was a god.
If you say that Fu Yin is upright and upright, I am afraid no one will believe it.
However, the few words spoken by the person in front of me were like Sanskrit oracles, possessing a power that made people have to surrender.
I don't know who made the first move, but hundreds of officers and soldiers slowly dispersed back like an ebbing tide, gradually isolating the fake governor. Even the master subconsciously took a few steps back, looking at the situation in front of him with a confused face.
In fact, even if ordinary people believe in gods and worship Buddha, even if they are in awe of ghosts, how many of them have seen them with their own eyes?
However, that move blocked the arrows and left him unscathed, but it was really visible in his eyes.
The fake governor's face twitched and looked particularly ferocious. He took a step forward very slowly. A gloomy wind gradually blew up under his feet. There seemed to be a thin layer of down on his face. From the corners of his tightened mouth, two exposed
A sharp fang.
Through the gauze in front of his eyes, Wu Zhou looked at all living beings and the dim sky in the distance, sighing softly and inaudibly.
Perhaps this was what he expected, because until now, Qianye still hasn't appeared.
He made suggestions for her and used himself as bait. He didn't want to leave alive, just to repay the debt he owed her.
But she didn't come because... it wasn't worth it?
A strand of hair fell gently to the ground in the palm of his hand, and was blown away by the wind.
With just one hair, he could kill her and punish her for breaking her promise, but...is it meaningful?
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At this moment, Chiba was circling in a small forest outside the city. It was clear that before he looked at the forest, which was just a few dozen trees, it felt like he had fallen into a primitive jungle, and he couldn't even tell the direction.
No ghost dared to build a wall against the Heavenly Master, but Qianye tried all the techniques of Qiankun Bagua and even used the rules of geometric space arrangement, but still could not find a way out.
His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his palms were slippery. The sweat soaked the paper in his hand. Only one word was revealed on the paper between his fingers, Chu.
The tree trunk next to him, which was only as thick as a leg, had been carved with several marks. Nothing worked. Chiba finally gave up on his behavior like a headless fly and gritted his teeth and looked at the tree trunk.
She put the dagger into her sleeve and wrapped a strip of cloth around her palm. It was almost impossible to climb such a thin tree, but she had no time. She couldn't get out. It was a small matter for her to be trapped here, but it would be a big deal if she was eaten by a weasel in no time.
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The swaying tree trunks were barely able to use their strength, and they drifted and rustled.