Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

The voice was very familiar, it was Mei Ji, the woman whose arm was chopped off by the woman in black in the county government office.

Li Wudao clearly remembered that the hatred in the woman's eyes when she saw King Hu Yan's body must have been King Hu Yan's. From this point of view, Meiji's appearance here was not unexpected.

This woman can compete with the woman in black. Even if she only has one arm, she is definitely not something he can compete with.

Whatever he said was wrong, Li Wudao didn't answer, but just walked forward towards Mei Ji.

As a second-grade warrior, Mei Ji did not sense any warrior aura on the other party. Because of this, she did not dare to act rashly. She knew very well how strong the ten gatekeepers in black were.

How could he be just an ordinary person if he could cross the first barrier and arrive here silently?

Then there is only one explanation. This person's strength has reached the state of returning to nature. It's not that the other party is not strong, it is most likely that she is too weak.

The distance was getting closer little by little, and Meiji's only remaining hand had already grasped the long sword. The other party was still unhurried and seemed not to take it seriously at all.

The palm of the hand holding the sword was already sweating, and Meiji bit her red lips tightly.

"Mei Ji, what's the matter?"

At the end of the aisle, a figure appeared. Listening to the voice, it was a man.

Mei Ji quickly backed away with her sword, but her eyes did not dare to relax at all. She stared at the mysterious visitor with long hair covering her face. Until she reached the man, she said in a cold voice: "Shopkeeper Hui Tu, the origin of this person is unknown. I don't know. Friend or foe."

Shopkeeper Tu frowned slightly, thinking for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, "Could it be that you are a blood envoy sent from above?"

Li Wudao kept walking, his voice was cold and low, "Exactly!"

"My Lord, the Blood Angel, arrives and fails to welcome you from afar. He deserves to be punished with death!"

"Pfft!" Shopkeeper Tu actually knelt down on his knees with a pious face. Meiji was also trembling and lying on the ground.

"Hmph!" Li Wudao snorted coldly, came up to the two of them, and looked down at them carefully.

This butcher shopkeeper was in his early forties, with a short figure. He looked like a large urinal when he was kneeling on the ground. His mustache was flying left and right, and his pair of narrow eyes showed his shrewdness.

But at this moment, he was as silent as a cicada, not even daring to express his anger.

As for the person next to her, there is no doubt that it is Mei Ji.

Li Wudao knew nothing about Laoshizi Blood Envoy, and had no idea what to say next.

Master Xue made him silent, and Shopkeeper Tu and Meiji were even more worried. Master Xue made his clothes in tatters and covered in blood. He had obviously experienced a life-and-death fight. You can imagine his mood. For a while, the three of them fell into a long silence. .

Staying silent was not an option. In order to avoid embarrassment, he simply chopped off their heads in a sneak attack. The idea came to him, but Li Wudao didn't move the knife in his hand because he didn't have confidence...

Li Wudao didn't know the strength of the "Fat Urinal". Meiji alone was enough for him to drink a pot. The top priority was to rescue Zhou Zheng, Tieniu and others. As for the slaughterhouse, he had plenty of time to play with them, and he could Play until they despair.

"Is there anyone coming to the Yamen?"

Shopkeeper Tu hurriedly said: "Lord Blood Messenger is really well informed. Today, Qingtian County's arrest leader Zhou Zheng led a group of government servants to the door. They were captured by the Tianmu puppet and have been imprisoned in the Blood Prison."

Those ten men in black are indeed puppets. What the hell is the Blood Prison?

"Bring those people here!" Li Wudao's long hair covered his face, and his deep voice was unmistakable.

Shopkeeper Tu and Mei Ji quietly looked at each other and stood up at the same time, "Lord Blood Envoy, please follow me."

The two of them hunched over to lead the way. At the end of the road, they entered a secret door. Behind the secret door was a palace called the Blood Slaughter Hall.

It's not luxurious, but it has all kinds of daily necessities. It should be the office of Shopkeeper Tu. Shopkeeper Tu pointed to the three giant black iron chairs above and said respectfully: "Master Blood Maker, please take a seat. Wait a moment, little one." Go and bring him here! Meiji, you are here to serve, don’t neglect your envoy."

Mei Ji stood aside humbly and made a gesture of invitation.

Li Wudao hesitated for a moment, chose the one on the left, and sat on it.

"Crack!" The shape of the giant chair kept changing, and Li Wudao felt like he was not sitting on a chair, but on a Transformer.

Between the lightning and flint, the neck, chest, waist, abdomen, wrists, ankles... were all clasped by thigh-thick black iron, and the body was solidly fixed on the back of the chair, "Clang, bang, bang!" Ghost Head Saber He dropped his hand and fell to the ground.

On the other hand, Shopkeeper Tu and Mei Ji were no longer as cautious as before, with sneers on their lips and a cold light in their eyes.

"This Nine-Turn Xuan Chair is quite comfortable, isn't it? Master Blood Maker..." Shopkeeper Tu's voice was full of ridicule.

Li Wudao's voice seemed a little shocked, "What a coward, you two dare to be so unreasonable to me!"

"Blood envoy? Haha, although you are very powerful, you know nothing about us." Shopkeeper Tu smiled scornfully, "Being able to kill the Tianmu puppet, in terms of strength, even if Mei Ji and I join forces, we may not be your opponent. It's a pity... you lost to your own arrogance! If I guessed correctly, you should be a seventh-level warrior, but unfortunately, even a ninth-level warrior can't escape from the Nine-Turn Mystical Chair!"

"So there is no blood user at all. You two were just acting from the beginning to the end..." Li Wudao struggled twice symbolically, and the Nine-Turn Mysterious Chair remained motionless.

Shopkeeper Tu was even more proud, "Of course there are blood envoys, but they can never be impersonated!" He changed his voice and said, "A seventh-grade warrior will never be an unknown person. Meiji, look at this senior's The true face of Mount Lu.”

"Yes!" Meiji twisted her waist, slowly came to Li Wudao, bent down, and almost pressed against his face.

With the only remaining hand, he gently grabbed the long hair that was blocking Li Wudao's face, and suddenly exerted force on his wrist, fully explaining what it means to be soft yet strong.

A lot of hair was torn off like this, revealing an extraordinary and beautiful face.

It's just that Xianyan's expression is a little distorted, her cold eyes are like looking at a dead person, Mei Ji's expression is even more distorted, her pair of peach blossom eyes almost spit out fire, "It's you, how is this possible!!!"

The deaths of Magistrate Qian and King Hu Yan were inseparable from this man. She lost an arm because of this man.

Even if this face turns into ashes, Meiji will never forget it!

But yesterday, he was obviously an ordinary person. If it weren't for the woman in black, he could have killed him with one sword. How could such a guy kill ten Tianmu puppets?

Could it be that the other party was just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger yesterday? Meiji was filled with doubts and couldn't figure it out at all.

Seeing Mei Ji's complicated reaction, Shopkeeper Tu was also full of curiosity, "Mei Ji, do you know this person?"

"Hey!" Meiji pulled out her long sword, with a cold look in her eyes, and slashed directly at Li Wudao's left arm...

Just when the long sword was only a hair away from Li Wudao's shoulder, Shopkeeper Tu suddenly made a move, grabbed Mei Ji's wrist, and shouted coldly: "Stop!"