In addition to beauty, she also has a mold

I saw a dilapidated house in the distance, surrounded by desolate people, and reached the deepest point. Wild beasts appeared here frequently, so the villagers moved away one after another. Only the lonely Song Shancai stayed here and lived here, rarely interacting with people.

Therefore, he had just heard about the mountain bandits massacring the village.

He was obviously surprised by the arrival of Tan Feng and Zhao Wuling, so he asked them about their purpose.

Ignoring it, Zhao Wuling got straight to the point and asked directly: "How did the rumor that there was an elixir of life in the East King's Tomb spread?"

Seeing that this man's dress and behavior were unusual, Song Shancai's heart rang with alarm.

"who are you?"

Zhao Wuling glanced at Tan Feng thoughtfully, curled his lips and said, "Prince Zhao's Mansion."

Tan Feng secretly cursed, knowing that he would not let himself suffer a little loss, but now that he was blaming Li Zhao for the matter, he had completely offended himself.

"Prince Zhao's Mansion, Prince Zhao. I know nothing, nothing!"

Song Shancai suddenly changed his face, turned around and hurriedly got into the house and never came out again.

The two of them were not in a hurry, so they waited outside and heard Zhao Wuling say that the Song family had passed down the line from generation to generation, and both men and women had to stay here as mausoleum keepers. When it came to Song Shancai's generation, there would be no descendants.

Tan Feng was surprised and said: "Is there really the Tomb of the Eastern King here?"

"Yes, but it's just an abandoned grave."

"You checked it already!"

"Those who work for the Crown Prince must be forward-looking. The matter regarding the East King's Tomb has been investigated a few years ago, and it was not done in the past few days."

Tan Feng remained silent. A few years ago, that is to say, Li Yingyu had already made plans. As a prince, Guan Ang knew nothing about this matter. Perhaps from the beginning, Guan Ang was only in the hands of Li Yingyu. A chess piece that cannot be trusted and can be abandoned at any time.

"Do you suspect that spreading rumors about the elixir of life has something to do with the tomb keeper?"

"Ah."

Zhao Wuling glanced at the dilapidated house with deep meaning in his eyes.

"It is rumored that there is a magic that can make the cursed person restrained. If he takes even half a step out of the trapped place, he will be worse than dead."

Qin Feng frowned and said: "This is the Morning Bull Curse. I have seen it in ancient books. Do you mean that Song Shancai fell into the Morning Bull Curse? But this evil spell has been lost for hundreds of years."

Zhao Wuling nodded and said, "Then do you know how to solve this curse?"

There were only eight words recorded in ancient books about how to unlock the Morning Glory Curse. Because it was catchy, he remembered it.

"If you don't destroy it, you can't stand it. You can survive from a desperate situation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Shancai stood at the door and stared at him secretly. There seemed to be something hidden on his wrist. He looked carefully and found that he probably had a short sword hidden in his sleeve.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but smile: "It seems that I remembered it correctly."

"Who are you guys?!"

Song Shancai suddenly rushed over like crazy, with the dagger in his sleeve exposed. Tan Feng wanted to subdue him in a few strikes, but suddenly found that this man had martial arts skills and should not be underestimated.

The rusty dagger was like a sharp spear in Song Shancai's hand, attacking Qin Feng's Mingmen back and forth.

After a few moves, Song Shancai didn't get any advantage. It was as if he was being played like a monkey. Tan Feng could obviously switch from defense to offense, but he chose not to do so and just wasted his time.

One tries and the other sees.Zhao Wuling was the latter. His deep brown eyes saw Song Shancai's every move. This Song Shancai was over forty years old. He was as skinny as firewood. He seemed to have no ability to tie a chicken, but in fact, this was not the case. Moreover, this person His eyes were impetuous and restless.

His martial arts skills are not bad, but they are not at the level of top masters.

After looking at this, Zhao Wuling stopped looking and turned his attention to Tan Feng. His figure was light and his moves were extremely neat. Different from Song Shancai's murderous aura, his expression was very relaxed, and he was surrounded by gentle breezes. wind of.

As he was retreating, Qin Feng inadvertently knocked something over with his hand, and a few pigeons flew out with fluttering wings. He smiled knowingly and said: "You can't stand without breaking, you can survive from a desperate situation, so that's what it means."

Song Shancai was angry and came over with his sword. When Tan Feng was about to fly to the roof to avoid him, Song Shancai suddenly changed direction and stabbed in the direction of Zhao Wuling.

"careful!"

Qin Feng shot out a silver needle in an attempt to knock Song Shancai down. Soon enough, Song Shancai just missed the silver needle, and the rusty dagger was placed across Zhao Wuling's neck. Song Shancai looked at it gloomily. Looking at him.

"I can't kill you, but I can kill him."

Tan Feng crossed his arms and said calmly: "If you kill him, you will never get out of here."

Song Shancai's hand holding the sword suddenly tightened: "Why?"

"because."

Tan Feng smiled coldly, like a ghost asking for his life: "I will kill you."

Song Shancai hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pressed the dagger into Zhao Wuling's neck and threatened: "I have no enmity with you, why do you want to come to me and warn you, be wise and leave quickly, otherwise, I will kill him! "

"Then you kill him."

Tan Feng curled his lips indifferently.

"He and I are not the same person, so his life and death have nothing to do with me."

Facing Zhao Wuling's smiling face, he continued: "In order to break the morning glory curse, you didn't care about the life and death of the villagers at all. You thought that as long as they came here and broke the curse, you could leave smoothly. It was a vicious plot. "

At this point, Song Shancai broke the jar and said, "It doesn't matter if I did it! Only the blood of massacre can break the curse. Everyone has his own life. The people in the village did not escape the killing. That's because they have a bad life. It's their fault." , blame the people who killed them."

"I won't bother you, I'll kill those bandits that day."

Song Shancai's hard shell was shattered by those light words, and he stared at him in shock: "It turns out you ruined my plan!"

Qin Feng knew how to annoy people best, and responded in the same manner: "Everyone has his own destiny. If you failed to successfully break the morning glory curse, it's because of your bad luck. You have to blame the person who cast the curse on you."

Unbelievable, furious, and extremely angry, Song Shancai was trembling all over and gnashing his teeth ferociously.

"I'll kill him first, and then I'll die with you!"

Tan Feng still looked like it had nothing to do with him, as if he was watching a good show at leisure. Zhao Wuling narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous aura fell in Tan Feng's eyes. Tan Feng turned a deaf ear to it and avoided it. sight.

Seeing that he didn't care, Song Shancai was like a punch on cotton.

The moment the dagger was pushed towards his neck, Song Shancai suddenly felt numbness in his elbows. It was originally imprisoned by a pair of slender hands. This numbness instantly spread to his limbs, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground like an epileptic patient. , curled up and twitching.

Zhao Wuling touched his neck. The scarlet red on his fingertips made him look more sullen, and his brown eyes quickly stared at the person opposite.

Tan Feng also stared at him deeply: "You really hide everything."