From the beginning of the bloody battle between fangs, Xu Zhiqiong felt familiar sights.
The one who witnessed this bloody battle today was Wu Xu.
Before finding out the truth, Xu Zhiqiong tried to be cautious and not miss any detail.
Now that the matter has been clarified, Xu Zhiqiong tried to make things simple, and things really became very simple.
With Wu Xu testifying, Xu Zhiqiong did not need to worry too much. He killed the father and son directly, and Wu Xu did not care too much about the rules.
But Wu Xu's eyes did not leave. He wanted to know what Xu Zhiqiong's purpose was.
The passers-by who were watching were dumbfounded.
Their chief martial lord, the master of Cang Owl County, was missing half of his face at this moment and was lying on the ground together with the young master of Cang Owl County.
They can still move.
Are they still alive?
Who is this guy?
He just defeated the Chief Martial Lord, will he become the future master of Cang Owl City?
Countless questions rolled through their minds, leaving onlookers unable to think.
They wanted to escape, but a strange thought suddenly appeared in their minds.
You can't run, otherwise you will die, and your death will be worse than that of Lord Wu!
Xu Zhiqiong used his evil thoughts. He wanted the onlookers to stay a little longer, and he wanted to leave the truth to Cang Owl County.
Migrain and Homiton were dead, but their bodies were still twitching.
Xu Zhiqiong used the power of imagery to temporarily keep their souls in their bodies.
Next, he started the torture directly.
"Where is the rootless thief?"
The first question left onlookers stunned.
Rootless thief?
The rootless thief who almost bloodbathed Cang Owl City?
How could the Chief Martial Lord know where the rootless thief is?
"I don't know!" Homiton's answer was as expected by Xu Zhiqiong.
Xu Zhiqiong turned the power of imagery into countless sharp knives, cutting into Miglan's soul.
Migran let out a heart-rending wail, and Homiton's expression twisted as he told the truth.
"Twenty miles west of the city, there are a thousand people waiting on the official road."
The onlookers looked at each other in shock. They did not expect Lord Wu to actually reveal the whereabouts of the Rootless Thief.
Perhaps Lord Wu has been searching for the whereabouts of the rootless thief.
Lord Wu wanted to wipe them out in one fell swoop and avenge the dead Cang Owl people.
They still had the last vestige of fantasy about Homiton.
But this illusion was quickly shattered.
Xu Zhiqiong asked the second question: "Where did these rootless thieves come from?"
"I spent a lot of money to recruit them."
Lord Wu recruited rootless thieves?
Onlookers didn't believe their ears.
Why would Mr. Wu do such a thing?
This is also the question Xu Zhiqiong wants to ask: "Why do you do this?"
Homiton replied: "Create foreign enemies and gather people's hearts."
"So you sent the rootless thief to Cang Owl City?"
Homiton closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "This is for the sake of the Blue Owl family!"
Xu Zhiqiong had already deduced Homiton's intention and was not surprised at all by such an answer.
But the blue owl civilians who were watching were surprised.
They still remember the night when the rootless thieves entered the city.
They remember the blood flowing all over the ground and the cries that echoed throughout the city.
They remember their relatives falling to the ground, struggling and rolling, being hacked by swords and axes, and being trampled by horse hooves.
This was all done by Homiton!
They couldn't believe it and couldn't believe it.
This is what their chief warrior did!
“Why gather people’s hearts?”
"In order to become the King of Brahma Sky."
"Do you really want to be the king? Are you willing to risk the lives of your people for this?"
Homiton murmured: "I do it for the Cang Owl people, and also for all the Fanxiao people."
Xu Zhiqiong is very familiar with this kind of rhetoric.
People like him, no matter how many despicable and dirty things they do, can always find a noble reason.
If there was another extremely thick-skinned bitch who wiped away his tears and said, "You can't blame Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu was helpless, he did it all for us..." This scene would be even more perfect.
Unfortunately, out of fear of Xu Zhiqiong, Homiton's subordinates did not dare to come forward to praise him, so Homiton had no choice but to smooth things over on his own.
"The Fanxiao Kingdom seems powerful, but in fact it is just a piece of loose sand. The people of Fanxiao live too richly. They only think about their wives, children, relatives and friends. They only have their own home in their hearts, and there is no Fanxiao Kingdom at all.
If you want the kingdom to be truly powerful, the people of Fanxiao must have a supreme monarch.
Let all Fanxiao people be loyal to their monarch wholeheartedly, let them have only one thought, only one idea, only one idea in their hearts..."
"Do you still want everyone in Fanxiao to have the same look?" Xu Zhiqiong patted Homiton's face and interrupted him: "It would be good if they all look the same, so as to save you the trouble of distinguishing them."
Homiton didn't say anything. He really thought they looked good.
Xu Zhiqiong said with a smile: "You might as well make the people of Fanxiao into puppets and let them work for you all day long, fight for you, bleed for you, without any need for reward, without asking for anything, and even without eating or drinking.
, isn’t that what you want most?”
Homiton didn't know what to say, but Xu Zhiqiong really hit his mark.
Of course, it may be a bit difficult not to eat or drink.
But if Fanxiao people can work hard without eating and drinking a little water, Homiton feels that such a result is acceptable.
The onlookers looked at Homiton with dull eyes.
A puppet that neither eats nor drinks.
Fanxiao people who advocate bravery cannot accept this reality.
Every word pierced their hearts like a knife.
"I'm doing it for Fan Xiao..." Homiton was still trying to explain.
Xu Zhiqiong didn't want to listen to his noble reasons anymore, so he asked the key question: "How many rootless thieves are there?"
"Only a thousand."
Xu Zhiqiong used the power of imagery, and Miglan's wailing sounded in his ears again.
The total number was definitely more than a thousand. Xu Zhiqiong knew this very well. There must be other rootless armies stationed elsewhere.
"Thirty thousand." Homiton gritted his teeth. He couldn't bear the pain of Miglan, so he could only tell the truth.
There were screams of surprise from all around, Homiton actually recruited 30,000 rootless thieves.
There is no army in Fanxiao Kingdom.
This might really make Homiton king.
But Xu Zhiqiong could see Homiton's strength.
These 30,000 rootless thieves are not completely under the control of Homiton, and given his class, he may not be able to serve as a commander.
"How can these 30,000 rootless thieves escape the sight of the military leader?"
After asking this question, Xu Zhiqiong clearly felt the strong pressure from the sight from the sky.
Wu Xu also wanted to know this question.
"That's because, because..." Homiton couldn't say anything. His lips and tongue seemed to be tangled together by some kind of technique, making it impossible for him to express his thoughts.
Xu Zhiqiong has encountered this situation before.
Don't try to get him to write it, and don't try to get him to express it in other ways. There is a certain technique in his soul that cuts off all possibilities of expression. Any attempt is a waste of time.
While his consciousness was still there, Xu Zhiqiong used sound transmission to ask a key question that could not be heard by others: "Who injured Elder Shengwei?"
"Dong Junsheng." A name appeared in Xu Zhiqiong's mind. Homiton's thoughts became more and more confused, and the techniques on the soul were constantly eroding their consciousness.
Xu Zhiqiong quickly removed the sinful karma of Homiton and Migran, and used a magic circle to wrap the sinful karma of Homiton, freezing his soul in the hope of resisting erosion.
Whether this will be effective is unknown.
Xu Zhiqiong put away his two sins and said to the people around him: "I defeated the Chief Martial Lord Homiton in a bloody battle of fangs. According to the agreement, I took his life. From now on, I am Cang Owl."
The chief military commander of the county."
After saying that, Xu Zhiqiong's figure disappeared, leaving the bodies of Homiton and Migrain in place.
The crowd was quiet for a long time, and their anger spread uncontrollably.
"Bastard!" A woman onlookers picked up a stone and threw it at Homiton.
"Kill this bastard!"
A group of Fanxiao people kicked and beat the corpse crazily.
…
Xu Zhiqiong appeared at the street corner and silently walked into the alley.
After walking dozens of steps, Xu Zhiqiong turned back and looked at the tall figure behind him.
"Looking for a place to have a drink?" Wu Xu smiled and looked at Xu Zhiqiong.
"I haven't been to a wine shop in Fanxiao Kingdom yet." Xu Zhiqiong slowly turned around.
"This is not called a wine shop, it's called a tavern. I know a good place with good wine, good food, and singing and dancing."
Xu Zhiqiong was startled: "Isn't that comparable to Yinggeyuan?"
Wu Xu thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "After all, it's still a bit worse."
The two looked at each other for a long time and suddenly smiled.
In the deep alley, the two of them laughed for a long time.
"You bastard, you came to Fanxiao Kingdom, but you didn't come to see me?"
"It's my subordinate's fault."
…
In another inn in the city, Guo Guicheng, who had just woken up, was resting in his bedroom under the care of his waiter.
Chu He, Niu Yuxian, and Lebida also fell asleep. Lin Ruoxue went to the city to inquire about news, and Yang Wu was polishing the puppets alone in his room.
What he made this time was a wooden puppet. The puppet was not big, more than five inches tall, but it had good combat power and could compete with the seventh-grade killing method.
The inspiration for making this puppet came from the paper man I made recently and the soul puppet I made for Xu Zhiqiong.
After being promoted to the third level, the paper figures made by Yang Wu can move independently. As long as they replenish their yin energy regularly, they can deal with people and things, and can also handle some simple battles.
Yang Wu often helped Xu Zhiqiong repair the bad-species puppets, and Yang Wu learned the art of mixing Qi and machine. After repeated deliberation, Yang Wu came up with a bold idea.
He absorbed part of the murderous aura from Chu He, combined it with his own Yin energy, and made a puppet by imitating Chu He's physical characteristics and combat characteristics.
Chu He's combat characteristics are simple, with simple moves and even simpler tactics, which is very suitable for puppets.
Yang Wujiang's tactics and moves are all attached to the puppet, which can add a melee weapon to him.
I was drawing the eyebrows of the puppet. The left eyebrow was drawn down, but the right eyebrow could not be drawn down.
It wasn't that Yang Wu was worried about making a mistake, it was because his hands were not working well.
The Yin Qi from Hades wrapped around Yang Wu's arm, and he fell into the trap of drawing the earth as a prison.
How ridiculous.
Yang Wu is a third-level cultivator, but he was trapped by a ninth-level skill in the underworld!
These years, following Xu Zhiqiong, he became really familiar with Ming Dao, but Yang Wu forgot one thing, who was his natural enemy!
Although he has gained flesh and blood through cultivation and his body has become more complete, he is still a sinister person after all.
He was unprepared and was stopped in place by the underworld cultivator. The underworld cultivator appeared in front of him. He seemed to be about fifty years old, with a short and fat body, beardless lips and cheeks, and round and plump cheeks. He was dressed in black.
Black and impermanent?
no.
The cultivation level is higher than that of Hei Wuchang.
Is it a Yan Jun?
He is taller than Yan Jun.
Could it be the Ghost Emperor?
Yang Wu panicked for a while. The more impatient he became, the less able he was to break free from the spell.
Chu He was sleeping next door, and he didn't even notice that such a big person was here?
Niu Yuxian lived across the door, but he couldn't count on him. The Mo family was originally slow.
Lebida?
This was even less expected, and Yang Wu even suspected that he was a mole.
Lin Ruoxue doesn't know where she has gone, but what should she do?
The Ming Dao looked at Yang Wu, shook his head repeatedly and said: "How can a servant have such a level of cultivation?
Leaving you in this world will be a disaster after all, so let’s let you disappear into ashes.”
The Ming Dao said that it would be destroyed by ashes, but that was not a threat. They had the skill of annihilation, and they could really turn Yang Wu into ashes with a raise of their hands.
what to do?
Yang Wu saw the only helper, the unfinished puppet less than five inches tall.