"Master Wu, this…Are you sure? If that old man doesn't come back,"
"Don't worry. If he doesn't come back, I have a way to bring you to the mine.”
Wu Zixu smiled and walked to the side to wipe the Vermilion Bird Sword.
On the other side, Eighth Master Qi also knew that what he said was wrong.
He didn't make any more noise and quietly followed Lord Zhang and Adjutant Zhang to the side.
About ten minutes later.
As expected, the timid old man appeared again and quickly picked up the old axe.
A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she didn't know what to say.
At this moment, Eighth Master Qi, who was hiding at the side, nodded repeatedly and gave Wu Zixu a thumbs up from afar.
Shock Points 5!
Shock Points 5!
Shock Points 5!
The system's notifications rang out one after another, and 15 shock points were added to his account!
Wu Zixu's eyes moved slightly. He appeared from the other side and waved at Lord Zhang and Lord Qi Ba.
"There's something wrong with this old man. His body is surrounded by death qi."
"Master Wu, you mean, this... Was the old man a talking dumpling?”
Eighth Master Qi frowned and tensed up.
Trembling, he stumbled and took out an old black donkey hoof from his pouch.
Lord Zhang was speechless. He stuffed the black donkey hoof back into his mouth and said slowly.
"This old man is obviously not a dumpling. He should have come into contact with a dead person recently, so his body is contaminated with the aura of death.”
The few of them quickly got up and followed the old man.
The old man walked at a high speed, as if he had no heels. The few of them felt that something was strange behind him, and they couldn't explain it in a few words.
About the time it took to brew a cup of tea.
Wu Zixu and the others stood at the entrance of a courtyard. The door of the courtyard was wide open, but the door of the inner room was closed.
Wu Zixu pulled Eighth Master Qi, who was about to move forward, and said.
"Deputy Zhang, keep an eye on Master Eight. Don't let him keep coming forward!”
"Master Wu is right!"
Adjutant Zhang nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.
Among these people, other than people like Eighth Master Qi who were powerless.
For example, Wu Zixu and Lord Zhang were simply gods of human combat strength. It was difficult to describe them with common sense.
Eighth Master Qi was a little unconvinced and was about to speak.
Wu Zixu and Lord Zhang rushed into the courtyard and kicked the two wooden doors open!
Bang!
Bang!
The two wooden doors shattered.
The old man was fiddling with something in the room at the moment. He was so frightened by the sudden loud noise that his entire body trembled violently.
"You... You, you, you! Who are you? What do you want to do?!”
"Sit down obediently!"
Wu Zixu pressed the old man down on the chair.
Eighth Master Qi, who had just entered the door, suddenly exclaimed. He grabbed a soldier's shotgun on the table beside him and fiddled with it seriously.
"Soldiers with javelins? You're hiding firearms? Tell me, where did this gun come from!"
"Me, me, me!"
The old man's eyes suddenly turned as he said in a low voice.
"This... I picked it up!"
Eighth Master Qi frowned slightly as he raised his soldier's shotgun and pointed it forward.
"You went out and saw a gun? Do you think we're idiots? Where did you pick them up from?!”
"Let's go and take a look."
Wu Zixu nodded and pressed down the soldier's shotgun in Eighth Master Qi's hand.
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