Chapter 135: Ghost Deacon

In the stone house, Fat Brother saliva-spattered about his family's glorious history.

"Ok."

And Xia Tuo put away the two animal skin bags, clapped his hands, turned and left.

"Keep working hard, I'm leaving first."

"Hey~~~~"

Seeing Xia Tuo pat his butt and leave without any nostalgia, the fat brother was stunned, this is too shameless, the fat brother has no credit or hard work.

"That's right, the essence of the barter of Fat Brother's family, even if you are such a savage, you can't understand it. It's a waste of Fat Brother's saliva."

"Hmph, savage, you don't know what barter is."

...

"My lord, the ghost deacon will not leave the world of the underground market easily."

It was still in the hills to the east of Zejin City, four figures surrounded Xia Tuo, and they had been hiding in a cave deep in the hills for several days.

Now he has gathered seven slaves from the Zejin Slave Market. Apart from Feng, Shaobaitou, and Gu Feng at the beginning, the other four are Fengying, Wooden Box, Jin, and Linjiao.

Feng Ying was sent by the slave owner to fetch the slaves but did not return, Linjiao and Jin returned to hide in the underground slave world.

As for Feng, Shaobaitou and Gu Feng, since they left the slave market for a long time, they did not dare to return to the slave market for no definite reason.

After he came back from Fat Brother, he finally made up his mind to find out the power of the slave market. After all, if he really messed with an existence that he couldn't afford, it would be a very troublesome thing without knowing it.

If their slaves were discovered, it might bring disaster to the Xia tribe.

If you want to find out about the slave market, taking down a deacon who keeps the slave market running is a direct and effective way.

The ghost deacon mentioned by the slaves is a person of great status in the Zejin slave market.

"My lord, the status of the ghost deacon is the same as that of the slave owner in the underground market. Once, my subordinates saw the ghost deacon directly pass the slave owner and gave an order. Although the slave owner was furious, he did not refute it, as if he was afraid of the slave. Like."

"Where did this ghost deacon come from?

"

"have no idea."

The four people in front of them all shook their heads. They have not been here for a long time, and they don't know many things.

"How strong is this ghost deacon?"

"It should be almost at the peak of Tianmai Realm. We haven't seen Ghost Deacon make a move. He can't come out from the underground market. This is a rumor in the slave market."

"Does this guy have any preferences?"

All four of them shook their heads, and Shaobaidou frowned and thought about it for a while.

"Ghost Deacon is very suspicious. When I see him, I feel like I'm being watched by something, and he rarely shows up except to give orders."

Xia Tuo's expression fell silent, such an old thing is really difficult to deal with, and it seems really difficult to lure it out.

"What if we go directly into the underground market world and hit him seriously?"

Then he shook his head, the noise was too loud, and he was not easy to deal with a fighter who was suspected to be at the peak of the Tianmai realm.

It seems that he can only use tricks. The more scheming a guy is, he has a very strong self-confidence in himself and a strong desire to control. As long as he feels that things are within his control, he will have all kinds of confidence.

No one is perfect, Patriarch Xia judges others by himself, he himself is greedy and greedy when he sees good things.

For example, Zijiyang Leimu's wood lump, when he was not familiar with Fat Brother, he didn't even know what was in the package, so he took the opportunity to take it without hesitation.

Originally, he had no grievances with the slave market. He bought the slaves and paid for the animal nucleus. He was innocent, and he bought it and left it. The slave market is not authentic.

I am not a kind person, so I naturally want to find my way back.

Besides, they have already shot, and there is no way out.

The heart of the slave trade is probably made of iron and stone. I have done everything myself. There is no difference between doing a little and doing a lot.

"Don't move for now, wait for my order."

Having made up his mind, Xia Tuo didn't hesitate, and rushed back to the tribe with everyone, and called the tribe to discuss.

family hall.

Said it was a discussion, Xia Tuo only called Luo and Qiaoer, and the other elders couldn't help much. After some secret discussions, the three of them started to get busy.

Qiao'er smelted the witch blue crystals she got from the Fenghu tribe, smashed them into the open space around the spirit tree, and then began to carve witch formation runes one by one.

The blood and bones of powerful beasts needed by the snails, under Xia Tuo's order, several slaves headed for the depths of the mountain forest, spent half a month, and handed over the blood and bones of the five pure-blood beasts hunted and killed. gave him.

...

Half a month later.

In a stone garden under the Leimu tree near Zijiyang, the stone hall in the garden is sealed, and the hall is filled with a strong smell of blood. The surrounding doors and windows are carved with witch symbols, confining the smell of blood in the stone hall.

Thick animal blood permeated the entire stone palace. The snails in the blood water sat in the center and landed in the hands of the abdomen. A drop of blood rose and fell, and strands of dark red blood continued to scatter. Five pure-blood beasts crawled on him. Under the feet, they are connected into a pentagonal array.

There are not many people who practice curse witchcraft in the tribe, there are only seven people at full count, but three of the seven are high-level witches, and the remaining four are intermediate witches.

At this moment, all seven of them were in the stone hall, their animal robes soaked in blood, and the looming witch talismans surrounded them like tarsal maggots, spitting blood.

Soon a strand of hair appeared in Luo's hand, and he pressed it on the inherited blood bead in his hand, and the blood light flickered in the dark stone hall.

...

When he was ready, Xia Tuofang issued an order to Gu Feng and Shao Baitou.

Under the night, the entire Xia tribe gradually became quiet as usual, and old man Wu and Xia Tuo leaned against the Leiyang tree.

"You have to think about it, are you really going to do this?"

Old man Feng was really taken aback by Xia Tuo's courage.

He didn't expect Xia Tuo to be so courageous, what exactly did Xia Tuo do during the time he was raising dolls in the Hall of Humanity.

audacious in the extreme!

Seeing Old Man Feng blowing his beard and staring, Xia Tuo couldn't help but spread his hands. He didn't expect the background behind the slave market to be so terrifying.

But being beaten passively is not his style.

For this matter, he prepared for nearly twenty days in the tribe, just to see if the ghost deacon would come.

"They are almost at Zejin City now."

After a while, Xia Tuo looked up at the sky and said softly.

"We have no way out. Even if I don't mess with them, do you think the slave market will let me go, especially since this force is far stronger than we expected."

...

A day later, Gu Feng and Shaobaitou were covered in injuries, and rushed into the underground cave of the slave market, ignoring the surprise of the people around them, and rushed directly into the cave where the deacon was.

In the gloomy stone cave, a thin figure sat cross-legged on the stone bed, with a grimace mask on his face, and the two eye holes were so dark that no eyeballs could be seen.

"Come in."

The stone door of the cave opened, and Gu Feng and Shaobaitou fell directly on the ground.

"Meet the deacon, we are back."

Ghost Deacon didn't make a sound, the breath in the whole cave froze all of a sudden, Gu Feng and the two knelt on the ground, only feeling a chill.

"We we..."

Shaobaitou's teeth chattered, and he was choked for a while.

Gu Feng hurriedly took out an animal skin package from his arms, and handed it tremblingly.

The next moment, the ghost deacon grabbed it with his big hand, and a black air flow filled the void. He grabbed the animal skin package in his hand, and spread the animal skin package with his big hand as shriveled as a chicken's claw.

hum!

A ray of azure blue mixed with golden divine light came into his eyes, and an arc of purple and silver light exploded in the divine light.

"Ziji Leiyang Wood."

In the pupils illuminated by divine light, a hint of greed floated out.

Grabbing it with a big shriveled hand, a suction immediately sucked out the spiritual energy in the spirit leaf that still had a branch in his hand, and there was a flash of thunder between his fingers.

"Where did it come from?"

Dao Shaobaidou panicked: "It's the tribe that the deacon asked me to track down. That tribe has a spiritual tree that is twenty or thirty feet high. We were spotted just as we approached. We pulled a spiritual leaf back in a panic."

"What you said is true."

For a moment, Shaobaitou and Gufeng's heads were almost stuck to the ground.

In an instant, the ghost deacon sitting on the stone bed disappeared, and the two young and white-headed people saw their feet fall from the corners of their eyes when they were pressed against the ground.

The next moment, Gu Feng, who had a huge body, felt a palm pressed on the back of his head, a chill came over his body, and a strange breath flowed through his whole body, as if his soul had come out of his body in a trance.

"You didn't lie to me."

Gu Feng collapsed to the ground suddenly, although he didn't know why the slave totem imprint on his body was not noticed, but he knew that this time he wandered in the gate of hell once.

"take me."

"Yes Yes.

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Xia tribe, in the totem hall.

For several days, Xia Tuo was fidgeting. He didn't know if that old thing would be fooled, and when it would come.

From day to night, every day is like suffering, but I dare not relax in the slightest.

These days, once night falls, except for the soldiers who need to patrol the tribe, the other clansmen return to the stone house to rest.

Because he didn't know when the ghost deacon would come, all the wizards he summoned stayed in the clan hall.

Not only that, in the tightly closed family hall, all the witches did not leave the hall for several days, waiting quietly.

"Uncle, don't worry, we are all ready."

"Woo hoo."

Wuwu, who was lying on Qiao'er's shoulder, also nodded.

"In the tribe shrouded by the totem lord, even a small bug may escape Ben Wuwu's perception."

Seeing that Xia Tuo was still frowning, he felt unhappy.

"I said Lao Xia, you don't think I'm just a display, do you?"

puff!

In an instant, Qiao'er covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

Xia Tuo took a look at Wuwu. Since Wuwu could speak, he would say these familiar words from time to time. He was very easy at first, but now he's used to it.

"certainly."

Seeing Xia Tuo's natural expression, Wuwu became angry.

"I am the Totem Lord!"

"Does the totem master understand, you can divide the tribe."

"You seal one and try."

Xia Tuo rolled his eyes and said, "Just seal one."

Immediately, the whining stopped, and after a while, he choked out a sentence: "I'm still a child."

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