Chapter 742 I Am Jiang Xiaoyu's Second Brother

Black Feather Pavilion acts domineeringly, and the puppeteers are numerous and powerful.

They sent people to the door to ask for someone. Although they did not achieve their goal, they still made harsh words and wanted to fight to the death with Li Muyang, the murderer.

Now Black Feather Pavilion has sent out puppeteers to search for traces of Li Muyang.

Jijiu Jiang Yunhe was worried about Li Muyang's safety, so he sent someone to look for Li Muyang.

It just so happens that the amulets of the Jiang clan carry a special smell. This smell can not only drive away weak evil spirits in the wilderness, but also make it easier for the clan members to identify each other in the wild.

The two puppeteers tracked down Li Muyang's whereabouts, and with the help of the amulet, they finally found Li Muyang before Black Feather Pavilion.

Now that the two sides meet, the two puppeteers hope that Li Muyang will accompany them back to Hongye Valley.

After hearing these words, Li Muyang frowned slightly.

"...Black Feather Pavilion?"

It was expected that Black Feather Pavilion would pursue him.

I just didn't expect that Black Feather Pavilion would put up such a big battle.

Under such circumstances, the protection of the Jiang family is indeed very important to Li Muyang.

If he could hide in Hongye Valley, no matter how angry Kuroyu Pavilion was, he wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

But unfortunately, Li Muyang has to go out to run a mission and kill nightmare ghosts.

Now we still have to track down the whereabouts of Fairy Liuli and the others, and want to know the current situation of Tianyuan Continent.

There are so many things to do that there is no time to hide in the Red Leaf Valley.

Li Muyang sighed and shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, and I'm sorry to bother you two."

"But unfortunately, I have very important things to do, and I can't be trapped in the Red Leaf Valley."

"I would like to trouble you two to convey my gratitude to the sacrificial wine. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will come to express my gratitude in person."

Li Muyang sincerely thanked him.

The two puppeteers looked at each other wordlessly and sighed.

"That's fine..."

"Jijiu also expected that sir might not be willing to return to Hongye Valley, so he asked us to bring something."

"I heard that Mr. is looking for a special kind of evil thing that can come out and harm people during the day. It seems to be called a nightmare."

"Jiujiu said, sir, it will be helpful to bring this."

With that said, the two puppeteers carefully and carefully took out a dirty and simple clay jar.

The moment the clay pot appeared, a sinister wind inexplicably stirred up among everyone.

Even the sunlight in the sky seemed to have become dim and without temperature.

Li Muyang squinted at the clay pot and asked in surprise: "What is this?"

The puppeteer replied: "This is an evil spirit sealed in the Hongshan Academy. It is extremely cunning and evil, and has very troublesome immortality characteristics."

"No matter what method is used, it cannot be completely killed. It can only be sealed with secret methods."

"Fortunately, it is extremely weak. Even a wild cat on the roadside can bite it to death. As long as you are not bewitched by its evil words, it will basically not cause any harm."

"And it's very proficient in hunting down evil spirits. As long as it can help, it can basically find any evil spirit."

"that is……"

At this point, the puppeteer gave a wry smile and said, "It's just that this thing is cunning, can talk a lot, and always talks non-stop. It will be very annoying to have it around."

"And there is a special bewitching power in its words. If you don't pay attention, you may be bewitched by it."

"Jijiu said that if Mr. Jiezi refuses to return to Hongye Valley, he should take this thing with him."

"This object is extremely sensitive to evil objects. Not only can it help Mr. hunt for ghosts, but it can also give an early warning if a Black Feather Pavilion puppeteer is approaching."

"Sir, when carrying this thing, you must be careful and careful, and you must not fall into its trap."

"In addition, although this thing is immortal, it is extremely afraid of death and even more afraid of pain. Sir, you can use this weakness to blackmail it into cooperating."

The two puppeteers carefully informed each one of the characteristics and weaknesses of the evil objects in the clay jar. Afraid that Li Muyang wouldn't be able to remember it, they even took out a pamphlet, which contained the weaknesses and characteristics of the evil things in the jar summarized by the Jiang family's puppeteers of all generations.

Li Muyang took the booklet and then the clay pot, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Grandpa Wu...this little thing's name is quite unique."

After bidding farewell to the two puppeteers, Li Muyang looked at the clay pot in his hand.

The clay-sealed jar looks like an ordinary wine jar.

But there are talismans sealed at the entrance of the altar, which are clearly sealing techniques from ten thousand years ago.

It seems that this little thing is older than the puppeteer said.

Li Muyang banged the clay pot nine times, following the rhythm dictated by the puppeteers, and awakened the evil things in the pot.

After nine dull knocks, a few seconds later, a gloomy, hoarse, strange scream came from the jar.

"You damn Jiang clan! You disturbed me in my sleep again!"

"How many times have I told you, respect your ancestors!"

"I am the second brother of Jiang Xiaoyu! I am the one who created your clan. If you bully your master and destroy your ancestors, sooner or later the sky will strike with lightning!"

The gloomy and hoarse scream was not loud, but it made Li Muyang's eardrums hurt.

The sound was as harsh as a magic sound.

Ding Liang, the coachman on the side, even hurriedly covered his ears with a look of pain on his face.

Li Muyang was stunned for a moment by the harsh demonic sound.

This little thing... is really abstract.

Before Li Muyang could speak, Grandpa Wu in the jar suddenly discovered something and said in surprise.

"Eh? Aren't you brats from the Jiang clan? Who are you two brats?"

"A mortal, a... um? Nightwalker?"

"Fuck! It's incredible, the Nightwalker clan is still alive?"

"Hey! Boy, I know your Nightwalker clan's ancestor Jie Ziheng very well, and we are old friends."

"You kid, uncover the talisman on the jar and let me out, I will take you to find the treasure of your Nightwalker clan."

"When Jie Ziheng died, he left a mysterious treasure, which was specially left for future generations."

"If you get this treasure, you can rebuild the glory of your ancestors!"

The voice in the clay jar was full of temptation.

Although he knew rationally that this guy was talking nonsense, Li Muyang inexplicably believed his nonsense.

The conflict between reason and emotion, this feeling is very uncomfortable.

After personally experiencing it, Li Muyang confirmed that this thing is indeed evil.

With a cold laugh, Li Muyang raised his finger and flicked the jar seven times in a row.

After the echoes of the seven shots resonated in the jar, Grandpa Wu's heart-wrenching screams were heard soon.

"Ahhh! Stop! Stop now!"

"You little brat from the Night Walker Clan! I told you to fucking stop!"

"What do you want me to do? Tell me! I'll help you! Don't fucking abuse the old man, I'm your ancestor's friend!"

Grandpa Wu became honest instantly.

Seeing this, Li Muyang sneered and said, "I'm looking for someone, a person who came from the human world and was contaminated by evil spirits. Can you help me find him?"

After Li Muyang's voice fell, the mountains were quiet for more than ten seconds.

The bleak wind blew over, and after a long time, Grandpa Wu in the jar said in doubt.

"Fuck you... You are not from the Night Walker Clan! What the hell are you? How do you know the human world?"