Peerless Junior Uncle

It's just scratched a little: "This is why the head of the deceased disappeared."

Everyone whispered to each other. Fu Qingcheng got up and interrupted them: "Before I came, I heard rumors from people in the city that the army was haunted. If I remember correctly, some people said that they saw ghosts in the sky in the middle of the night. The speed was extremely fast. It disappears in the blink of an eye. Is there such a thing?"

Li Qi said in a deep voice: "Indeed there are. But such rumors of ghosts and gods can only disturb the morale of the army. The person who spread the rumors will be severely punished. There will be no rumors."

"They're right." Fu Qingcheng said, "But it's not a ghost. It's just the missing head."

"Ah." Li Qi frowned: "The head flew away in the sky."

"It didn't fly away." He Tingge explained: "It was pulled away by the thousand spider's hand."

Everyone heard the words and looked at each other...

At this time, Haitang tapped rhythmically on the handle of the knife with his fingers on his abdomen. The sound of the metal impact was monotonous, but it carried a hint of memory. The thick cloak was hung on the wall on one side. He was used to the wind and sand in the desert. Not afraid of the cold at night: "Is it cold?"

The guard who was caring for him replied coldly: "Not cold." The straight body standing like a steel gun. Haitang smiled and stretched out his hand to pat the guard's shoulder. Not bad. It is indeed a soldier brought out by He Tingge.

"General Hai. It's very windy. Be careful of catching a cold." Li Qi, who came on patrol, asked with concern. The footsteps of the soldiers walking past behind him were particularly refreshing in the night sky.

"No, no." Haitang waved his hand: "The clothes are in the way."

Li Qi didn't say much. In the past, when he looked at Haitang's handsome face, he would scold Haitang for a while or something. But after such a long time, he was ashamed of that evildoer's arrogance on the battlefield. Even so, now Looking at that pretty face, I still couldn't help but say something caring.

After chatting casually, Li Qi led the people away. Haitang squinted his eyes against the wind and sand and looked at the vast night.

But under the darkness of night, on a high ground not far away, the situation on the city tower is completely reflected in the long-sighted mirror. There is a gleam of night light in the round lens tube. The man in red on the city tower The surroundings are clearly seen. From every move to the last nap against the city wall. I can see clearly.

Haitang squinted his eyes. He breathed the dry smell in the air. His fingers lightly tapped the handle of the knife at his waist. He felt relaxed and comfortable. Suddenly, a strange wind direction disturbed the tranquility in the air. After the vision was restricted, every part of his body The senses. From the sense of smell to the most obvious feeling of the skin. They are all extremely sensitive.

Haitang opened his eyes suddenly. He threw the nearest people to the ground in an instant. There was an indiscernible burst of breath, and the clothes on his shoulders were scratched instantly. A few strands of hair were broken. Float in the air.

At the same time, a white figure on the city wall rushed towards the night like a flying arrow.

Without waiting to catch his breath, Haitang turned over and stretched out his hand to hold a trace of air around him. Although he couldn't see it, there was a friction from the palm of the silver glove. The palm of the hand felt a burning pain. Although the pulling force disappeared in only a moment, but also Haitang let out a heavy breath. If Fu Qingcheng hadn't specifically told him to hold it up with bare hands, then his hands would have disappeared like those heads.

Li Qi explained in a deep voice below: "All lean against the wall. Squat down. No one should go up the tower." After saying that, he leaned over from the steps on one side. Zou lowered his body as much as possible to get close to Haitang. Haitang sat with his teeth bared. On the ground. I was still holding the broken silk thread in my hand. I felt a burning pain in my palm. Seeing Li Qi coming over, he said, "Don't touch it. The little uncle said this thing is weird. Wait for him to come back and have a look."

Li Qi nodded clearly. Seeing the wound on Haitang's shoulder, he quickly asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay. I didn't encounter it. It was torn apart by the evil spirit brought by this thing." Haitang looked back indifferently.

Fu Qingcheng stepped on the sand and stepped on the wild goose. It was like walking on the ground in the air. It was almost like a swallow. When He Tingge thought of it later, he thought of the swallow three times. But Fu Qingcheng said, if he is not cold If it is poisonous, it is no problem to get a level on flat ground.

Even though Fu Qingcheng was fast enough, he still only saw the back of that person. The distance was moderate and he didn't pull in much. He was a master in his opinion.

At this time, at the top of the tower, He Tingge pointed the giant bow in his hand into the distance. He narrowed his eyes. A long spear was placed on the bow. The moonlight passed by. The silver texture was chilling. He just hesitated for a moment. Then he opened his eyes. Instantly let go.

Fu Qingcheng only felt a gust of wind blowing past his ears. A sharp arrow flew towards the figure in front. Even though the man tried his best to hide, but the Pojun was like a dragon's evil spirit, it still hit the man's knee. At that moment of pause, Fu Qingcheng had already caught up, and the iron chain shot out by the painted bone bullet in his hand was entangled several times in an instant, binding the man tightly.

The man knew he couldn't run away, so he had no choice but to catch him with his arms tied. When Fu Qingcheng approached, the man's face froze under the black veil, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes: "It's you..."

Fu Qingcheng was rather curious. He raised his eyebrows: "You know me."

The man snorted coldly. There was a hint of chill in his dull voice: "I don't know."

"If I remember correctly, you are the killer who disappeared for many years, the tarantula." Fu Qingcheng tightened the bones in his hand, and asked lightly: "After all, apart from you, I really don't know who can control thousands of spider threads." Thousands of miles to kill people."

"The tarantula is already dead." The man snorted disdainfully: "No matter how powerful it is, it will fall into your hands now."

Fu Qingcheng sat on the sand pile beside him. The man in the night was covered with a trace of coldness from the moonlight. Fu Qingcheng exhaled and squeezed his knees: "It's not that easy. The tarantula is indeed rumored to be dead. It has disappeared for more than 20 years. .I haven't seen what he looks like."

"It's so similar." The man who was tied up on the ground couldn't help but sighed, "I can't think of seeing you like this again after so many years."

Fu Qingcheng frowned slightly. He was only nineteen years old. According to legend, Tarantula disappeared 20 years ago. I have definitely never seen him before. And the person in front of me has obviously never seen him either. Then who is this person talking about? .

Without waiting for Fu Qingcheng to ask questions, the man laughed out loud again. He was really lonely: "I think back then. You and I used to drink and chat in this desert. You are like this too. It's just that the original picture was just a A fan. Now it has become a weapon."

The man said to himself. His eyes didn't know where to fall: "It's in your hands. Forget it. I'll hit my wish."

"I don't want to explain." Fu Qingcheng twirled the fan with his fingertips.

The man looked back at Fu Qingcheng, laughed out loud, and sighed: "Even the tone of the words is the same."

Bone Xiao Lengyu

Fu Qingcheng frowned, feeling displeased, so he stopped talking to this person. Seeing that Fu Qingcheng ignored him, the person wanted to use some strength to break the black iron chain. .But as long as you use [-]% of your internal strength, you can still fight.

But when he circulated the true qi in his body, he was surprised to find that there was no trace of internal energy in his body. Even at this moment, his hands and feet were sore and his meridians were blocked.

"I never do anything I'm not sure about." Fu Qingcheng looked at the people who came not far away, and said calmly: "Thirteen clavicle needles. Please advise me."

"Clavicle needle..." The man was surprised and asked repeatedly: "Where did you learn it?"

Fu Qingcheng frowned. He didn't answer him. You didn't tell me. Why should I tell you? He played with the bone fan in his hand, calmly.

"Speak quickly." The man roared hoarsely, "How did you learn Leng Yu's collarbone needle? You were not born when he died."

"What are you yelling?" Before the words fell, a steel knife was placed on the man's neck. Haitang's hand was wrapped with a piece of gauze, but the hand holding the knife was very steady: "You are that ghost. It's nothing Strange." There was no lack of disappointment in the words.

He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng. Fu Qingcheng was obviously shocked by what that person said. He just looked at that person. His eyes were indifferent: "Who is Leng Yu?"

The man was not afraid of Haitang's blade at all. His eyes were bloodshot and he was a little out of control. Looking at Fu Qingcheng, his eyes were full of madness: "Leng Yu. Is Leng Yu not dead.." Then he denied: "No. I saw it with my own eyes. He's dead. He's dead..."

"Take it back first." He Tingge said in a deep voice. A few soldiers behind him came to lift him up. The man still stared at Fu Qingcheng unwillingly. The hoarse voice was full of madness: "Where is Leng Yu...... .”

"It's okay." He Tingge pursed his lips, looked at Fu Qingcheng and said softly.

Fu Qingcheng looked at the person who was being carried away. His gaze sank and he said, "It's okay."

"The person he's talking about is Xiao Lengyu." He Tingge said softly, "He's a tarantula."

"Xiao Lengyu." Fu Qingcheng asked back with a frown. But the strange name hurt his heart. Looking at He Tingge: "Who is Xiao Lengyu?"

He Tingge paused in his heart. Who is Xiao Lengyu? How could he know this person? He smiled wryly in his heart. He didn't want to know who Xiao Lengyu was either.

Seeing He Tingge's appearance, Fu Qingcheng said coldly, "Don't lie to me."

"Xiao Lengyu. The owner of the Dead Water Building 20 years ago. People in the Jianghu called him Mr. Huagu." He Tingge stretched out his hand to straighten Fu Qingcheng's fox fur, which was a little messed up by the wind: "The fan you are holding is him. weapons."

"Didn't the Passing Water Tower be disbanded 20 years ago?" Fu Qingcheng frowned slightly: "Mr. Huagu is Xiao Lengyu."

"En." He Tingge said: