Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

Qin Baichen patted Fu Jiuqing on the back and used a hoarse and seductive voice to gently coax Fu Jiuqing, who was making a protesting sound.

The prince's voice as gentle as water didn't know who it was melting or drowning.

This time, Qin Baichen did not clean up the messy crime scene.

He hugged Fu Jiuqing tightly with his arms, tightly fitting her, and soon fell into a light sleep.

During this period, Fu Jiuqing, who was sleeping, felt uncomfortable and wanted to move forward to avoid the abnormality in his body.

Qin Baichen's hug was too overbearing and the strength made it difficult to break away. Fu Jiuqing quickly stopped.

Neither of them knew what happened on the winding mountain road last night when they were fighting to the death.

Back to last night.

Winding road.

On the deserted and cold road, the empty road is covered with water bottles and snacks.

Both of them were lying on the ground, their hands and feet were broken, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.

She moved her weak body awkwardly, longing for this quiet, windy wilderness road.

A strong wind blew up, and the dark wind carried thick black mist and filled the void.

In front of the pair of crawlers, a black human-shaped fog appeared.

Both of them were unconscious, crawling hard with their broken hands and feet.

After a long time, she moved a few meters away.

Until a pair of feet wearing black boots appeared in front of her, filled with a rich and sinister black mist.

Both of them raised their heavy heads and saw a young man dressed in casual fashion with a feminine appearance staring at her with a smile.

Looking carefully at the man's face, the smile was thick, but it didn't reach his eyes, and his eyes were cold and heartless.

Shuangshuang's body twitched a few times, his voice trembled, and he asked excitedly: "Who are you?"

She didn't realize that the man in front of her was almost transparent and obviously not human. Instead, she seemed to see redemption.

The man who was in a state of emptiness bent over and raised his chins, speaking in a cold voice.

"Do you want revenge?"

The eyes glowed with hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Think!"

She wanted to kill everyone who bullied her tonight, especially Fu Jiuqing. She wanted to cut her into pieces and cut her into pieces.

Strong hatred emanated from Shuangshuang's body, and the hatred turned into wisps of evil aura. The man closed his eyes and absorbed it into his body.

The corners of his cold and ruthless lips curved with satisfaction. He opened his eyes again, and an evil light suddenly appeared.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance for revenge, but don't let me down."

After hearing this, both of them stared at the soft and handsome face of the man in front of them, and asked in a lingering voice: "Who are you?"

The man released his hand that lifted both chins, and wiped the clean areas of her clothes with his fingertips a few times.

He stood up and looked down at the weak humans.

"My name is Patriarch Luo Jun."

Ancestor Luo Jun raised his eyelids slightly, feeling the lingering breath in the air.

I don't know what he sensed, but his handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, full of interest.

"I smell the breath of the underworld, and the cubs from the underworld have actually come to join the world."

Ancestor Luo Jun's voice was excited, filled with unknowing enthusiasm and expectation.

Shuangshuang, who was lying on the ground and couldn't even stand up, looked up at this man with a feminine and handsome appearance, feeling the arrogance and domineering he inadvertently released.

She had a strong intuition that this man would bring about earth-shaking changes in her, and perhaps make her a master.

Both looked up at Patriarch Luo Jun with excitement, worshiping her as a god.

At this time, a wind carrying thick black mist shrouded both of them.

The wind is so strong that it can blind people's eyes.

When the dark wind dissipated, Patriarch Luo Jun and Shuangshuang disappeared.

Their front legs disappeared without a trace, and Yinglong and others arrived at the winding mountain road.

The group followed the strong sinister aura and found the section of road where Patriarch Luo Jun spent the longest time.

Yinglong sniffed the rich and fresh scent of gods and demons in the air and knew that Patriarch Luo Jun had left not long ago.

He narrowed his stern eyes and looked at the blood stains on the ground that stretched several meters away.

Such a large amount of bleeding was not enough to kill anyone, but the injured must have been seriously injured.

Ying Long told the people around him in a deep voice: "We are divided into four groups to track Luo Jun's whereabouts. Qilin and I will go to his home to check. You follow the remaining three directions and pay attention to safety. If you find Luo Jun Report your whereabouts immediately, and remember not to act alone.”

The remaining seven people, including Ah Wan who came over, followed Ying Long's instructions and quickly formed a team to track in different directions.

Yinglong and Qilin came to the bottom of the mountain where ancestor Luo Jun had been hiding for many years. The place was filled with strong and powerful fluctuations in the power of gods and demons.

Qilin sniffed the air and said angrily: "Uncle Ying, we are a step too late."

Yinglong responded and walked on the rocky ground until he came to a shattered boulder.

He frowned tightly and bent over the boulder to smell it.

The smell of blood, decay, coldness, and strong evil aura assaulted the nostrils.

Ying Long's face darkened, he stood up and looked around at the bottom of the mountain shrouded in darkness.

In the dark night, his eyes glowed with golden light, clearly seeing the mess around him like a scanner.

Qilin turned around and found no useful clues. He was so angry that he kicked the gravel that was shattered by an unknown force.

"What the hell! Luo Jun's remnant soul is so cunning, how can we track it down!"

However, Ying Long chuckled: "We all miscalculated. What is hidden here is not the remnant soul of ancestor Luo Jun, but his main soul!"

Qilin's blue eyes stared at Ying Long, and asked in an excited voice: "Really? If it is Luo Jun's main soul, and we find him and eliminate him, wouldn't the human catastrophe be completely solved?!"

Ying Long glanced at the mixed-race Qilin as if he were a fool, and said with a chuckle: "Ancestor Luo Jun is an ancient demon god that has existed since the beginning of Pangu. Can it be destroyed easily?"

Qilin's dazzlingly white skin and delicate features were wrinkled. He looked distressed and said, "Yes, this old guy is very cunning."

Ying Long patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, Luo Jun has escaped."

at the same time.

Xuanwu drove a black luxury car to the No. 1 Prison in the Imperial Capital.

In the dark night, there was no one at the prison door, and gusts of cold wind blew in, ruffling Xuanwu's tattered clothes.

Xuanwu didn't care about his image, so he just stood at the prison door and waited.

He believed that someone would come to answer what Fu Jiuqing said.

With the cold night wind blowing, Xuanwu waited and waited. When the sky in the distance turned white, no one came out to meet him.

Xuanwu's face became darker and darker, as if he finally came to his senses, he cursed and passed through the wall.

He ignored the formation barriers set up around him and found the dormitory of Ying Long and others by smelling the scent of his kind.

Xuanwu was in the form of a soul body, slumped on the unmade bed, wrapped in a quilt and fell into a dormant state.

Before going to bed, he was still complaining that Fu Jiuqing was a liar, and no one answered him at all.

He was also stupid, waiting stupidly like a fool, blowing the cold wind in the middle of the night.

Xuanwu, full of resentment, wrapped himself in Yinglong's quilt, and his soul quickly fell into a dormant state.