Chapter 76： Who is the big hero

Sang looked at the scene in the distance, his emotions tumbling for a moment, and I wondered whether to be shocked or angry.

The passage opened by Yumei is connected to a half-built hall.

Five large braziers were lit in the hall, illuminated by spirit flames, and the brightness was almost equivalent to the twilight hours after sunset.

There are about three or four hundred craftsmen in the temple, who are lying on the high and low wooden ladders. They are carefully cutting the walls of the temple and carving complicated patterns on the stone walls. The half of the hall that was formed was beautiful and magnificent. Looking at that half alone, it was impossible to imagine that it was a few feet deep.

But turning his eyes to the unformed half, he knew that it was originally just a large, rough-cut cave.

Looking out the open hall door, the exquisite and magnificent hall was lined up to the end of the field of vision. The craftsman was like an ant, crawling on the wall, luan column and the edge of the dome.

This beautiful and magnificent underground king city was really built with countless people's blood, sweat and tears. Because the craftsmen lying on the wooden ladder, each of them had their legs broken and twisted on the wooden ladder in an extremely strange posture.

Suddenly such a big gap broke through the wall, two strangers, a cloud beast and a strange doll appeared, and the craftsmen could not escape, only opened their mouths and stared at Sang Yuan and his party in horror. .

Inferred from their facial expressions, these people may have lost their ability to make sounds.

Sang clenched his lifeless hands far away unconsciously.

He whispered softly and said regretfully: "It seems that the plan has to be changed."

Although he had long thought that the craftsmen who built the underground city must have been kept underground for a long time and could not see the sun, but he did not expect that the Qin's did so well, and actually broke his leg medicine to prevent any possibility of leaking wind.

"What was the original plan?" Sang's voice shook slightly.

He hooked his lips and said, "Get rid of people, let the ghosts fill here, and give Qin Yuquan a big surprise."

Sang looked at the frightened artisans in front of him but couldn't move too far for a moment, and slowly squeezed his lips. These people do not have the ability to escape at all. If the demons come in, they will definitely die.

This is just one of the palaces.

Outside the open door of the temple, the sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dang" was endless, and it echoed back and forth. Obviously, the underground king city was already quite large.

At this point, there are tens of thousands of people.

So many people with limited mobility have to be rescued, how easy is it to talk about?

Suddenly she froze, looking at Youyou.

This lunatic who can bring the Wraith into the heavenly capital, will now consider the life and death of the craftsmen?

As soon as he looked at her expression, he knew what she was thinking.

He said impatiently: "If I let the demons bite them, you must be angry with me, Xiao Sanguo."

Thinking for a moment, he jumped out of the hole and cut a huge stone with the size of the passage from the stone wall with a knife to block the passage.

"Go."

In a terrified gaze, You Wu Ming leisurely nodded and headed outside the hall.

Sang sighed far away, followed behind him and walked out of the palace—the craftsmen could hardly move or make a sound, and did not have to worry about making small reports.

"This underground, should there be a supervisor?" Sang asked with his voice pressed far away.

Before the words fell, I heard a crisp sound of a leather whip beating on the person in front.

The craftsmen are dumb, they can't make a sound when they are beaten.

"Lazy, lazy! Let you be lazy! Lao Tzu has spent eight lifetimes with a bad luck, this **** errand, accompany you these useless things will not be seen all day long! Dare to lazy lao?!"

Sang stopped in the distance.

You Wuming's eyes slanted, and she dangled into the palace on her right.

I saw a man dressed by a supervisor who was beating the craftsman on the ground. The craftsman's hair was gray, shrunk, and he kept shaking.

Another supervisor persuaded fakely: "Hey, hey, it's almost done. You have already killed eight this month, and weigh yourself."

The beating man stopped his hand and sneered, "Come on, you killed nine people yourself, who are you talking about here? I have only eight of them, they are all at the end of the month, and I have to waste my quota if I don't need it anymore ."

The craftsmen around were so terrified that they shook their shoulders, their hands and feet were more neat, and they feared that they would be stared at and become the next target.

In order to supervise the promotion, each supervisor can kill nine people every month. Except for the few artisans who work the most profitably and become role models, everyone else can be oversighted by the supervisor and become the next target to be killed.

The one lying on the ground was obviously weak, and was slow to be targeted.

Sang Yuantong contracted and clenched his fists.

"Xiao Sanguo is angry." You Wuming chuckled.

His scrupulous voice alarmed the two supervisors in the temple.

The two men turned their heads and saw a pair of beautifully dressed men and women who appeared in front of them. They were stunned for a while, not knowing how to react.

You Wuming walked slowly in front of them.

Walking slack and idle, one by one, grabbing the shoulders of the two supervisors.

"Life is alive," You Wuming's face was serious. "Everything may be encountered. Sometimes, when you are in trouble, you will always expect the people around you to be kind to yourself."

Seeing that his temperament was not like ordinary people, the two men guessed that it was a senior official who came down to patrol and smiled. "Adult, this is the rule. This is really not because we are not good, just for the progress of the project." You don’t know, sir, these things can be tricky. If it’s not often beaten and frightened, this mausoleum is half as good as it is now!”

The supervisors on the ground floor did not know that the underground city was being built, but thought it was the tomb of the royal family.

The other person also smiled and said, "Adult, this rule is set above. If you feel that you are not close to human beings, you can hand over more discounts to you. Maybe you can change the rule, right?"

You Wuming froze his face: "When I speak, I don't need you to have a mouth."

Thunder flame flashed in the palm.

The two men had to argue again, and suddenly felt a numbness in the throat and opened their mouths, just like those dumb artisans, they could no longer make any sound.

You Wuming let go of the hand, and the two immediately wanted to run outside, and he gently kicked to the ground, folding his legs at will.

The two supervisors twisted their faces in pain and struggled silently on the ground. How can ordinary people have the ability to resist the power of Thunder Flame? With just one face, the vocal cords, legs, and feet are completely useless.

You Wuming slowly squatted down, holding one by one, holding them, the voice said very softly: "I just said what, can you hear clearly? Life is impermanent, accidents can happen at any time, and the power is still in the last moment. At the next moment, I’m not sure about anything. Become a craftsman in the future, remember not to be lazy and slippery. Since you are so obsessed with'rules', you don't have to pray for the new supervisor to be kind to you."

He smiled softly, stretched out his hand, patted the two of them comfortably, then got up, took the silk from his arms, wiped his hands, and threw them aside.

He walked back to the entrance of the hall, grabbed Sang far, and jumped back to his short life.

"Something like this is happening everywhere. We can't control it." Sang smiled at him far and narrowly.

She knew that Youwu Ming was willing to take care of the idle matter before her, just to make her feel a little better. However, this underground city is so big, there are countless supervisors and craftsmen, if you clean up the past everywhere, I don't know the year of the horse. Moreover, the root of the matter is actually not underground, but on the ground.

You Wuming touched her hair with her chin, and said leisurely: "If you don't save the little old man, Xiao Sanguo will have no idea what to do throughout the day. I can't see you depressed."

The rein was a pull, short-lived like a white lightning, and passed through a palace quickly, avoiding every supervisor who patrolled back and forth precisely.

"Will the two supervisors really become artisans? Although they can't speak, they can still write. There is always a way to tell others what happened today." Sang asked casually.

"Oh." Youyou desperately smiled, "When those craftsmen recover, they will definitely scratch their faces, take off their clothes, and will not give them the opportunity to tell others their identity. Have you seen it? The eyes of those craftsmen? The hatred hidden inside was ignited by the fire of revenge and turned into a poisonous flame."

Sang took a deep breath and was speechless for a while.

Youming Fu said slowly: "The torture of the two former supervisors made them suffer and cannot speak, and they could not complain, and they will become the greatest source of happiness for these craftsmen for the rest of their lives. Such happiness even exceeds their undetected Any moment before the ground."

"Xiao Sanguo, I really don't want your eyes to be put into the gloom of the world."

When he said this, his tone was unconsciously stained with a strange and dignified majesty.

Like the only indifference and compassion that the gods only exist in the legend.

Sang's heart trembles far away, and he is speechless for a long time.

Youyou leisurely took the reins and walked between these magnificent palaces. I saw those places that were completely completed, and the walls of the hall and Luang columns were painted with brightly colored paintings. At that time, as long as the furniture is moved in, it is a wealthy home.

Sang frowned far and wide: "These craftsmen are the young and middle-aged people who have been'missing' over the years."

A state is so big that every year, countless people evaporate due to various accidents. Who would have thought that there was a part of it that was locked in the dark underground, and worked day and night.

You Wuming rubbed her head: "Take you happy!"

The rein was pulled, short-lived, a sudden brake, passed through several unmanned corridors, and came to a palace with a very neat sound.

You Wuming took her off her short-lived back, held out a finger, and stood on her lips: "Hush."

Sang heard it from afar, and there was a bright rhythm of ‘popping’ through the open door.

The sound of ‘ding ding’ from the cut of the stone wall is very rhythmic, all following the beat of the high-five.

The applause stopped.

"Just come here today! You are working hard, happy cooperation, happy cooperation! Come and lead the buns-today, my regular pig head meat accidentally fell into a certain bun, come, come and see Who is the most blessed, picking up the pitiful oil I have today!"

Sang was stunned, looking at the hall with a huge delicate stone door.

I saw a supervisor who spoke, and it looked like there was no big difference between the two who had just been killed by Youyou. He stood next to a basket of white-faced buns, squinting and handing each bun to the artisans who moved in successively.

Soon, a craftsman ate pork head meat.

He raised the half of the steamed buns in his hands, and the surrounding artisans all smiled enviously and friendly.

The supervisor held his hands and stood aside squinting.

There was a lot of fun.

Sang looked at him from afar, and smiled on his face.

Youmei grabbed her happily and continued to skim forward.

"How do you know there will be a kind supervisor?" she asked in surprise.

"Stupid fruit." You Wuming said naturally, "This is what people are, there are all kinds of them, as long as there are enough, you will find any kind of people in it. This category is actually quite common. . Don’t think he’s stupid, he’s smart, and his progress must be one of the best."

Sang looked at him slightly far away.

She thought, perhaps this is the so-called'pattern'. He has seen too many people, too many things, and has too much territory, which makes his mind store a wealth of experience. When faced with anything, his heart All of them are roughly there, and naturally they have grace and grace, as well as all the expected strategies.

"What's wrong?" He stared down at her.

"Nothing, just think you are great." She said sincerely.

The dark eyes of Yumie were immediately filled with smiles, and his face was pretending to be as if nothing had happened, whispering: "What is this. Little Mulberry, you must not guess, this person puts the pig head inside the bun The meat, in fact, is only a small part, and most of it still goes into his own stomach."

Sang Yuan smiled "poof": "I don't care at all how much his pig's meat is. But you are lifeless, do you know that short life is already hungry?"

Short-lived: nods frantically.

Youming: "..."

He decided to pay tribute to the friendly supervisor. Going around a few bends, I found the nearby supervisor's residence. Following the smell of the pig's head, I found the large pot of pig's head that was hidden on the stove, and let the short-lived eat a mouthful of oil.

After eating, Youwuming took two grains of earth-solid jade from the doll's cloth bag and threw it into the oily big pot that had been licked in short life, in return.

"It's cheaper this kid, this king never takes white food." He smiled lightly from the corners of his lips, reins, and left the palace group.

Sang knew why he did it.

After leaving Gu Yujing, this person will know that his pig's head meat was not eaten by the artisans under his hands, but his own chance.

This is the dark abyss, and it will fall completely if careless. If a plate of pig's head meat destroys the friendly atmosphere between the supervisor and the craftsmen, it is really a fervor and a great cause.

You Wuming actually cherishes all goodwill in this world.

After feeding for a short life, Youmei dragged the reins and took a leisurely turn in the half-dwelling group of underground palaces that had been trimmed to be rich and gorgeous, and chose a particularly large palace.

No people were left in these completely completed palaces, because they were unnecessary. Here is a gorgeous and empty, really like an underground tomb.

"The above is the palace of Qin Yuquan." You Wuming's eyebrows settled.

Sang nodded far. Although she doesn't have a sense of orientation, she can also feel that the entire underground palace group radiates around the center of this underground palace.

Repairing the core hub of the underground city under the old site of the Wangcheng is indeed more of a sense of belonging and commemoration.

You Wuming backhanded his sword, and the white and white Lei Mang waved to the top of the temple with his hands, silently submerged into the few feet of rock. He was extremely attentive, leaning his head and squinting, constantly looking at the roof of the temple, and adding one after another to the seemingly intact underground city roof.

After working hard for a while, I finally received the knife with satisfaction, and said with a smirk: "Okay, next, I will find a good place to watch the show."

The rein pulls a short, short-lived four hoofs away from the side hall. You Wuming found a suitable place. As he came, he exploded a neat passage on the wall, and then took Sang far away from the palace group. After reaching a crack in the abyss, he dug aside. The mountain came and blocked the gap.

"You're lifeless." Sang poked him from afar.

"Huh?" He was proudly looking at the wall of the aisle sealed back.

"Where you just penetrated, the walls were covered with patterns."

Youming: "..."

Therefore, it is meaningless for him to carefully block the passages as they are.

The black eyes rolled, and if nothing happened, he directed a short life to continue.

"Get out of the abyss of Qinzhou's sacrificial offering," he said calmly.

Although the underground city has an entrance, it must be well-prepared there. If you leave from there, you will be 100% scared. So Yuming chooses to go back to the abyss channel where the demons gather, and leave the underground along the abyss mouth.

Sang couldn't help but look back at the direction of the underground city.

You Wuming took her head away: "Xiao Sanguo, don't worry, it's been so many years, not less than one day and two days. Before leaving Qinzhou, I will solve this matter for you."

She said: "Well, I know, great hero."

The two laughed at each other, and understood.

Soon, Youmei found the abyss of Qinzhou underground along the winding and extending underground network.

Sang Yuan admired his ability to navigate. In this kind of ground without any reference objects, there is no compass on his body, and it is already very ability to understand the northeast, southeast and northwest. He can still find the abyss without going back.

Hades gathered together, and he threw a circle of blue and white thunder flames casually, sweeping onto the surrounding stone walls. Intertwined with thunder and fire, the poor underworlders turned into a pool of black, unidentified matter, splashing the wall like ink.

You Wuming is very natural and carelessly leaned his head and said to Sang Yuan: "I see it, I shoot, you have no chance to collect Gu Yujing."

"Uh huh!"

You Wuming glanced at her.

He found that her look could jump back and forth between sincerity and perfunctory with ease.

"Xiao Sanguo, you are really talented." He praised inexplicably.

Sang smiled humbly at him from afar, and then looked up at the abyss with only a few days of sky.

"Can I fly with a dog?"

When he flew out of the abyss of Hanzhou last time, he only took her one, and he also used the explosive power of the Linghuo vein. This time with a big fat dog, there is no fire vein that can be detonated here, only a light blue mine vein with a light blue light, I wonder how you plan to go up?

"Small things." You Wu life chest around the short life.

I saw the big fat dog immediately stiff limbs, he was hugged by the whole.

That looks really dumb. A huge furry monster was so stunned that Youmei was one-handedly wrapped around his chest, the expression on the dog's face...can only say one word.

Sang Yuan realized once again that the seemingly lean and lifeless is really much bigger than her-if she uses this posture to hug her short life, she can only hug its furry Neck, it is impossible to hold the chubby chest.

The puppet hugged a short-lived stiff forelimb and hung nervously on it.

You Wuming turned his head to his side, "Fruit, lie on my back."

"Oh." Sang lay on his back very carefully, arms around his shoulders and chest.

The wings spread from her left and right sides.

"Hoo" a fan, straight for a little more than twenty feet.

It seems that refining that Lei Yuan has made his cultivation progress even further!

I can fly with a dog!

You Wuming hugged the dog with one hand, while holding the knife with the other hand, he cut into the stone wall around him from time to time, borrowing slightly.

Going high, Sang couldn't help but looked down.

"Yu Mingming, wait."

"Huh?" He inserted the knife diagonally into the stone wall, hanging in the air.

"Look at the Underworld, is there something wrong?"

You Wuming looked down and found the problem immediately.

Directly below, is a relatively large underground space. The ghosts gather from the north and crawl towards the south-they are like the ghosts on the ground, they are all from the direction of the abyss, attacking the inland center.

Underneath this underground space, the passage to the inland center is a bit crooked, and it is biased to the east.

The Nether Demon swarmed straight to the south, hitting one end against the stone wall in the south, and then pushed by the demon tide behind, rushing to the left and right until it poured into the eastward channel.

"Zhengnan, what attracts them." You Wuming hit the nail.

The two looked subconsciously to the south—although there was only a dark stone wall in front of them.

Zhengnan is the capital of heaven.

Sang sighed far away: "I really want to see what they are running for."

"Take you to see later."

"Maybe you will find some great secrets." Sang was a little excited.

You Wuming is indifferent.

He withdrew the knife from the stone wall, spread his wings, and continued to fly upward.

Not long afterwards, he swept out of the abyss.

Qinzhou was also guarded by the priest's palace, and a few priests were kicked by the lifeless light car.

"You are not at all polite to the people in the priest's palace."

"Nothing good."

The priest's temple was built just north of the abyssal entrance.

You Wuming threw the short life into the beast outside the priest's palace, mixed with a bunch of ordinary cloud beasts, and then ignored the sad eyes of a dog and even, threw them away, and took Sang far to the wall, Dive into the palace.

In each state, the distribution of dark guards in the royal palace and the patrol route of the guards are not much different. You glance casually and you have a count. Now he was able to fly more than before, and easily took her across the palaces, gliding between the shade and the walls of the palace, without disturbing anyone.

Outside the most correct hall of Wangcheng, a few gold-encrusted drums are knocking.

It is to greet the general of the west of Dongzhou Town, Huang Fuxiong.

Huang Fuxiong led a heavy army, coming from Jizhou, and was about to head to the Great Wall to the north to help Qinzhou defend together and survive this wave of ‘tide.’

Youyou grabbed Sang far away, grabbed the golden dome of the banquet hall, and sat beside the flying kiss of the corner. It was dark now, and a pair of silhouettes were covered by the night.

Sang far put his hands on his knees, looked at him sideways, and saw him sitting lazily, wild posture.

A short time later, he saw that the black bear-like Huang Fuxiong was led by the handsome and elegant Qinzhou King, stepped on the white jade steps, and entered the palace at the foot of the two.

"When do you start?" she asked.

"Waiting for a banquet, one is a choking one." You Wuming smiled with a bad face, "Xiao Sanguo, do you remember the joke I told you last time?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

The first time the two became a husband and wife on her cloud couch, he was talking about the ‘joke’ that choked someone at the banquet, and he paddled for half an hour.

Is he actually embarrassed to mention? The big face is not as big as his face!

You Youming lifted a few pieces of glazed tiles, and heard Huang Fuxiong's voice be heard from below: "Qinzhou King, no need to be so polite, the military situation is urgent in front of me. I'm going to eat a glass of wine!"

The voice of King Qin Yuquan of Qinzhou is the same as his appearance: "There is no need to worry about General Zhenxi. Our army is equipped with a spirit armor. It is not so easy for the Dark Devil to attack! Come here, respect General, have a drink!"

Qinzhou is rich in spirit iron ore and is rich in oil, and its own army is naturally first-class equipped. The "tide" is not a big threat to Qinzhou. Because Qinzhou has always been too rich, Qinzhou has never liked to owe human relations to avoid being threatened by others.

Qin Yuquan is quite scheming and frequently leads the topic, saying that Huang Fuxiong is a great hero in the world.

Although Huang Fuxiong is a general with a small size, he has no resistance to dialogue. As soon as he was praised, he began to drift away, and he pretended to accept the conversation modestly and pretended to boast of his past events, which were aided by the injustice.

The atmosphere at the banquet gradually warmed up as the cup was changed.

Sang slowly turned his head to look at You Wuming, convinced: "You are waiting for Huangfu to blow this wave of cattle!"

Huangfu Xiong just bragged about himself as a great hero who saved people from danger. Immediately, there were tens of thousands of poor people trapped in fire and water suffering. His face was smashed.

You Wuming didn't lift her wings this time, because he felt that this could not be more normal. He leaned forward and leaned forward to grab her, and said, "Qin Yuquan wanted both Huangfu and Xiong's help. If you owe it to others, you will be deliberately holding him like this."

Sang can't help but sigh with emotion. This guy, You Wu Ming, is so understandable.

"Little Mulberry, ready to watch the show."

You Mian was relieved, her expression was extremely focused, and a ray of blue and white thunder flames condensed at her fingertips. He slowly stood up and waved his long arm cleanly, and saw that the ray of thunder flame lightened half of the night sky, and swept straight to a splendid golden palace, just like the thunder, did not enter the bottom of the hall.

In the night, his profile and posture were briefly illuminated by Lei Yan, and Sang was far from dizzy.

At this moment, he is not like a mortal, but like a **** who holds the power of the world and kills and kills all by his own anger.