Chapter 342: No Inch of Land Lost

Luo Zhengnan and Qiu Zhiheng discussed it and returned to the hall. He immediately issued an order that the Yaowang Hall should do its best to capture the Sang Xiu.

It is unlucky to capture the Sang Xiu, and many people are unwilling to help.

It doesn't matter if they are unwilling, Luo Zhengnan has a way.

The white lambs in the hall found the whereabouts of the Sang Xiu. As long as the whereabouts are true, they will be rewarded with fifty dollars first, and if they report the news in time and participate in the capture, they will be rewarded with elixirs that can accumulate Daoyuan.

The disciples of the gang with cultivation who capture a Sang Xiu alive will be rewarded with snake-spotted elixirs. The main capturer will start with 20 elixirs, and the co-captor will start with 10 elixirs!

Luo Zhengnan is not Xiao Zhenggong. He promised a reward on the spot!

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. The next afternoon, Jiang Xiangbang captured another Sang Xiu.

Sang Xiu must practice after all. No matter how deep they hide, they have to find opportunities to disgust others. With experience, Jiang Xiangbang acted faster and faster, and captured another one that night.

Jiang Xiang Gang moved, Sanyingmen also moved. Zhang Liuze had just been promoted to Bronze Seal and captured a funeral cultivator in Ligou. Two other Bronze Seals joined forces to capture two funeral cultivators in Waigou.

Qingyun Society captured two.

Baihuamen captured one.

Yuhua Gang was not powerful enough, and most of its disciples had no cultivation. They found the whereabouts of the two funeral cultivators, and Li Banfeng caught them with clues.

Qiu Zhiheng also caught two with clues provided by Feng Zhanggui and Yu Nan.

In addition to Yu Heshun, there were fifteen funeral cultivators in Yaowanggou. Now Yu Heshun is dead, and one of the fifteen funeral cultivators died. Thirteen were caught, and only one was left at large.

Qiu Zhiheng was worried that there were still funeral cultivators in Yaowanggou. The major gangs made promises on this point. There were disciples stationed at the station, dock, and border. If they saw anyone with suspicious behavior and who liked to find bad luck, they would be caught first.

Qiu Zhiheng didn't care about the bad luck, and kept all the mourners in the medicine store and interrogated them one by one.

Yu Heshun ran to Yaowanggou because he disgusted everyone around him and had no place to practice.

The circumstances of other mourners coming to Yaowanggou were different.

Some people fled their hometown because they offended ruthless people and were afraid of retaliation.

Some people wanted to practice in another place because their cultivation level was too slow.

Some people just wanted to make a living in another place because their family was in a bad financial situation.

But why did these people choose Yaowanggou?

Qiu Zhiheng used a technique, and these people finally told the truth.

They had a dream, a dream from the ancestor.

The ancestor told them that there would be a way out if they came to Yaowanggou.

Is it so easy to believe things in dreams?

And even if it was really the ancestor's call, the disciples of the Taoist sect didn't have to obey his orders. In the end, things about cultivation depended on their own wishes.

At first they ignored it, but the ancestor had warned them in a dream that those who did not listen to the ancestor's orders would suffer misfortune.

Then within two days, these mourning practitioners all encountered misfortune, some got sick, some were beaten, and some almost lost their lives. They dared not disobey the ancestor again, and all came to Yaowanggou.

Li Banfeng was very surprised to hear that mourning practitioners were also afraid of bad luck.

But why did the bad luck in the dream come true?

Qiu Zhiheng felt that there was still a problem with this matter, so he went to visit Mr. Yao with him.

Mr. Yao was covered in wounds, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, drinking in the yard.

Yesterday, his hand slipped and he didn't hold the handle of the knife, so he cut himself twice.

The wine cellar caught fire the day before yesterday, and Mr. Yao was burned.

The day before yesterday was the worst. In order to guard against the star of death, Mr. Yao prepared a room full of traps in the house.

As a result, the beams collapsed in the early morning, and the traps in the house were triggered, almost causing serious injuries.

It all sounds like an accident, but Old Yao knows that this is a sneak attack by the Death Star.

He suffered a loss, but Old Yao's flag and spear did not fall. He stood in the yard, still majestic: "I am not afraid of him. If he dares to show up once, I will kill him!"

Qiu Zhiheng asked: "Is the Death Star the founder of the Death Cultivation?"

"He is a shitty founder. When the Death Cultivation Founder was alive, he had not yet entered the Taoist sect!"

"Does the Death Star have the cultivation of Dream Cultivation?"

"No! This old dog can cultivate a Taoist sect to the cloud, which is already a blessing. How can he have the ability to cultivate both?"

If he is not a founder, nor a Dream Cultivator, where do the nightmares of those disciples of the Death Cultivation come from? This is a nightmare that can really bring bad luck.

Qiu Zhiheng couldn't figure it out, but Old Yao remembered another connection.

"Is it related to Neizhou?"

Li Banfeng remembered one thing. The insect leader who caused the insect disaster in Haichiling also had the power of Neizhou.

Old Yao dared not make a conclusion about this matter. If the power of Neizhou really intervened, it would be difficult to defend Yaowanggou.

The Sangmenxing transformed by Neizhou was probably not on the same level as Old Yao.

Back to Qiuji Pharmacy, Qiu Zhiheng continued to interrogate Sangxiu: "Since you have arrived in Yaowanggou, why do you hide and dare not show up?"

Everyone looked at each other, and the last old man, named Ge Tugen, spoke: "I have been in the Taoist sect for a long time. After Yu Heshun died, I felt that something was wrong.

Later, I saw some bloodstains near Yuxiang Village. When it rained heavily, the bloodstains could not be washed away. I think this is probably the Sangmen formation.

This formation is filled with the lives of fellow disciples. I told them to run for their lives."

"But you didn't run away."

Ge Tugen said: "Master, we want to escape, but the pass is not easy to find. The pass for the way here was given to us by the ancestor in the dream. We are unfamiliar with Yaowanggou. How can we find the pass for the way back?"

You can still hand over things in a dream.

If Death Star really has the cultivation level of a dream cultivator, what level has he reached!

The interrogation was almost over, and Qiu Zhiheng was waiting for the news that the last mourning monk had been arrested.

The next day, news came that the last mourning cultivator had not been arrested. Someone found clues in Waigou Mazhu Village. Jiang Xiang helped his disciples go to arrest him, and found the corpse of the mourning cultivator.

Mazhu Village, Li Banfeng has been to this place. This is the home of Nectarine, on the border of Yaowanggou and Lushui City.

Qiu Zhiheng asked: "When did this happen?"

Luo Zhengnan replied: "The body I just saw this morning."

"Mazhu Village is not close to Ligou." Qiu Zhiheng was a little skeptical. Judging from the time, Luo Zhengnan should not have received the news so quickly.

Luo Zhengnan said: "I have my own methods, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Did he die because of illegal immigration?"

Luo Zhengnan shook his head: "He has a road guide on him. Although I don't know the origin of the road guide, there should be no need for him to sneak across."

Li Banfeng heard it very clearly in the back hall.

When we arrived at the border, we had a road guide and no need to sneak across, but we still died suddenly.

The first two mourners died at the train station.

Apart from Sangmenxing personally sending people to kill them, there is another possibility.

The mourning gate array has mutated. These mourning cultivators cannot go out of the ditch at all. If they dare to go out, they will die suddenly.

Is there really such a variant formation?

If there is such a formation, it means that it is impossible for them to send the mourning cultivators out, and they will die in Yaowanggou no matter what.

Luo Zhengnan and Qiu Zhiheng also fell into silence. After thinking for a long time, Luo Zhengnan wanted to take a gamble: "There will be a truck going to Huangtu Bridge tomorrow. I will find a way to send a funeral monk on the truck.

If he dies at the station and it proves that they can't get out, let's find another way.

If we can successfully send him to Huangtu Bridge, it proves that our method is right. I will find a way to get a truck and send them all back! "

The method is correct, but the cost is also high.

Qiu Zhiheng often dealt with customs envoys in the past and knew the behavior of these people.

"Hall Master Luo, if we take someone away tomorrow and he dies at the station, will the security guard spare you? At this moment, I'm afraid he will completely fall out with you."

Luo Zhengnan sighed, he also had this concern.

And the cost is more than that.

The two were drinking tea when they suddenly heard the banging of roof tiles after a strong wind.

The two of them stood at the door and took a look. White beans the size of their thumbs were densely packed and falling from the sky.

hail?

In the climate of Yaowanggou, we haven’t encountered hail in many years.

Qiu Zhiheng chose high-quality tiles, but he could barely bear it. A large piece of other people's ordinary tiles was smashed in less than three to five minutes.

Phew~

The aroma of wine wafted in the wind, and as the aroma filled the air, the temperature suddenly rose.

The hail melted quickly before falling, and turned into a heavy rain in the wine mist.

It rained heavily for three hours. If it had hailed for three hours, it was hard to say what Yaowanggou would look like.

This was just the beginning. At twelve o'clock that night, the hail came again.

Mr. Yao was carrying a wine flask and a three-pointed two-edged sword. He stood in the yard and shouted, "You can come at me if you have any means. Bullying the people is nothing!"

A mouthful of wine mist was sprayed out, and the hail turned into rain again.

Yao Lao and Sangmen fought hard all day and night.

This is what Hong Ying calls the three formations.

Li Banfeng didn't dare to think about what kind of disaster it would cause if Luo Zhengnan was allowed to try and make mistakes again.

But what to do next?

After watching this group of mourning monks, tell them not to die?

Not to mention that this matter itself is too unlucky, even if you don't care about the unlucky things, you can't bear it. What if one day Sangmenxing attacks, and he comes and kills Sangxiu?

Even if these people in front of me come together, they can't stop a cultivator who is on the third level of the cloud.

It is possible that Mr. Yao could take advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack and kill Sangmen Xing, but the idea was good, but the operation was too difficult.

Only a thousand days to be a thief, how can a thousand days to guard against thieves? Could it be that the Ditou Shen, together with the people in Yaowanggou, were allowed to keep an eye on these mourning monks every day?

The only feasible way seems to be to destroy the Sangmen Formation.

Li Banfeng and Qiu Zhiheng took the old mourner Pueraria Tugen to Yuxiang Village and found the blood stains he had mentioned before.

It was a dark red bloodstain the size of a palm, and it was rare that the old man had a good eye, so he discovered it.

Li Banfeng asked: "If we dig out this blood stain, can we break the Sangmen Formation?"

The old man shook his head and said: "It's definitely useless to dig a piece. I don't know how much it will work."

Qiu Zhiheng frowned.

The old man didn't lie, Mr. Yao said the same.

Where are the key other blood stains?

Li Banfeng took out a shovel and shoveled away the blood on the ground.

Qiu Zhiheng stepped forward to stop him: "Brother, don't move. Be careful of bad luck. Let me do it."

Li Banfeng waved his hand and he had already shoveled it down.

After dealing with the funeral cultivator for so many days, I no longer care about the bad luck.

The blood stain was very deep. It took more than five feet of shoveling and half a sack of soil to remove the blood stain.

After returning to the medicine store, Li Banfeng took some of the soil back to his home. Hong Ying smelled something wrong and shouted: "Did you bring the mourner back? Is this such a bad luck?"

Li Banfeng said in surprise: "You have such a sharp nose, why don't you go to Yaowang Valley with me? I will hold your hand, and you can smell out all the blood stains and break the mourning gate array."

Hong Ying said angrily: "I won't do such unlucky things, besides, it's useless for you to do so."

"Why didn't it work?"

"I don't know how big the Yaowanggou you mentioned is, but it should be at least a hundred miles in radius, right?

A small bucket of blood was scattered in the hundred-mile radius. You have to dig out at least half of it to break the death array."

Li Banfeng really thought this was a solution: "What shape is the death array? How many blood-sprinkling points are there? I'll find them one by one!"

Hong Ying sneered: "You really don't give up. When I was in the army, I vaguely remember that the death array had more than 60 variations, each with a different shape, and the blood-sprinkling points ranged from 100 to 300. Do you really think you can find it?"

A series of numbers made Li Banfeng speechless for a long time.

The record player scolded Hong Ying: "Stop talking!"

Hong Ying said angrily: "Why can't you say it? I told him not to waste his energy!"

"Bitch, you keep talking, get 20 military sticks!"

"I will say it even if I get beaten! The death array can't be broken at all! Such a big array was set up in his own home, the drunkard deserves to die, why do you care about him?"

Before the voice fell, the house suddenly made a low hum.

Buzz~

Hong Ying put on her full armor and stood beside the record player.

The record player and Hong Ying only heard a series of low hums, as if it was the noise of mechanical collision and friction.

Only Li Banfeng heard the voice of Suishenju: "I can help you, but at least two rails are needed."

"How can you help me?"

"Walk all over Yaowanggou, without losing an inch of land!"

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