Chapter 843

The third man stood outside the mulberry ghost city, looking at the pedestrians coming and going, quite nostalgic.

He hasn't been to the city for a long time.

Several lines in the dark looked at the third man secretly, reminding him that the mulberry ghost city is no longer an ownerless thing. The city that the seven patriarchal Gates had quarreled with is now surnamed Zheng.

He shook his head and went straight to the fairy bar.

Small courtyard.

Zheng Feiyue is lying on the couch with a bamboo cup in his chest. It seems that he is sleeping, but he is really sleeping.

A series of powerful footsteps sounded in my ears.

Zheng Feiyue opened his eyes, removed the huge bamboo cup from his eyes, looked at the man who was a little strange and read the information, and said in surprise: "three elders?"

"Yes." the third nodded and stood firmly beside the recliner. "Shopkeeper Zheng, we need to talk and go to a place where there is no one."

Zheng Feiyue closed his eyes again and said, "I've heard that Ming wangzong's life has been difficult recently, but if it's because of Wang Po, we have nothing to talk about."

The old three's eyes did not fluctuate: "Wang Po is right here, I can feel it."

"Really?"

Zheng Feiyue opened his mouth and showed a mocking smile: "three elders, if Wang Pozhen is here, I think he has rushed out to tear you up. You should understand your hatred."

"I know, but he's right here." the third man's tone was very firm. It seemed that he had seen Wang Po hiding in the secret room under the yard with his own eyes.

Zheng Feiyue took a deep breath and shouted, "heart, see off!"

Li xiner's voice came from the kitchen: "I'm cooking. I'm not free!"

Uh.

With an awkward smile on his face, Zheng Feiyue stood up from the recliner, glanced at the kitchen, muttered a few words that no one could understand, and then said, "well, three elders, tell me your inference. Why do you think Wang Po is with me?"

"At the beginning, I brought Wang Po up the mountain." the third man made a very interesting start. "I was the first person to find his qualification, and I persuaded his parents to bring him to the Ming wangzong. He was less than 20 years old that year."

"And then?" Zheng Feiyue shrugged.

Third: "I know him better than any of you. According to his character, it is impossible to keep the second and eighth alive. Someone is restraining him."

"Good reasoning."

The third continued his reasoning: "there are not many people who can restrict the demon king's body in the world. The former Ming wangzong is one, and now you are one."

"I have to interrupt you. I have nothing to do with Wang Po. It's the magic weapon sect that takes him in, and it's the magic weapon sect that gives him closed places and resources." Zheng Feiyue said with a smile.

"Shopkeeper Zheng, you have found the most perfect ally in the world. The magic weapon sect takes all the risks for you, but it is still grateful to you. The most important thing is that even if mingwangzong knows all this, he is still helpless to you." the old third way.

He never seems to laugh. Whatever he says is the same. On the contrary, Zheng Feiyue just smiles and doesn't say anything else.

"Admit it or deny it, the Ming emperor wants to take Wang Po back. This is the bottom line!" the old third said.

Zheng Feiyue smiled: "if you want to stay for lunch, I will add a pair of dishes and chopsticks to your heart. If you don't eat, you can go now."

"I'll stay for dinner." the third said faintly, "I've heard that the seventh said that shopkeeper Zheng's food is unique. It's a rare opportunity to taste it."

Zheng Feiyue pointed to him and said, "your shameless won."

Lunch is in the room. There are only two people.

There are only two dishes, pickled cabbage, fish and braised meat.

The room is equipped with a sound insulation array, and both sides are sure that the conversation here will not be known by a third person.

"Try it." Zheng Feiyue pointed to the dishes on the table. "There aren't many dishes. It's not a neglect. I just don't like extravagance and waste. Today is not a day with a big appetite."

The third picked up his chopsticks and tasted two dishes respectively. There was no special expression. He put down his chopsticks and said, "the dishes are good. The seventh didn't lie to me."

"Thank you."

"Wang Po must go back. Whether he wants it or not, his ending has been doomed since I took him up the mountain, and no one can change it." the third said in a flat tone, but very restless.

Zheng Feiyue took the bowl and asked before cooking: "what if he doesn't go back? Are you going to level my yard and recover the city?"

"It's not impossible."

"When did the Ming wangzong become as domineering as the evil god Zong? Or did the mulberry ghost town just be the first stop, and then you have to recover the six main gates one by one and finally unify the east bank?"

The third ignored Zheng Feiyue's ridicule and said, "Wang Po must go back!"

"Oh!"

Zheng Feiyue uttered a sarcastic tone, buried his head in cooking, and ignored the guy no longer.

The third watched each other eat quietly. He knew that Zheng Feiyue was impatient. After the bowl of rice was finished, he was expelled from the door.

"Join hands."

He said suddenly.

Zheng Feiyue's action of pickling rice suddenly gave a meal, looked at the old three in surprise and said, "what did you say?"

The third replied: "there is a rumor recently spread by the emperor of Ming Dynasty that the eight elders will die one by one after receiving a curse. The orthodoxy of the emperor of Ming Dynasty is facing disaster... Is it the rumor you spread?"

Zheng Feiyue looked at the third straight. After a long time, he shook his head.

He really didn't spread the rumor.

The third said, "the patriarch asked me to check the source of the rumor. I told him it was you who spread it."

"Not me."

"Of course not you, because the source is me!"

The third said nothing and died endlessly.

Zheng Feiyue put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and murmured, "things are becoming more and more interesting. I have to admit that I underestimated you. What's your purpose?"

"What's your goal?" the third asked.

Zheng Feiyue grinned, wiped his mouth with Li xiner's handkerchief, and said, "play a game. I'll ask you a question, and then you can ask me a question. No one is allowed to lie, otherwise the topic will end."

Third: "yes, but let me ask first."

Zheng Feiyue: "guests follow the Lord. Three elders, you are a guest. You have to have a spirit of humility."

Third: "I'll ask first, or I'll go now."

Zheng Feiyue: "well, who let you arouse my interest? You ask first, but don't go up to the bottom, so the game won't be fun."

The third nodded and threw out the first question without hesitation.

"Is the king broken in your hand?"

"Yes, it's my turn to ask... Your purpose... Oh, it doesn't conform to the rules of the game. Then, where did you find Wang Po?" Zheng Feiyue smiled.

The third looked at Zheng leap.

Zheng Feiyue immediately said, "I didn't break the rules, so please answer truthfully. In addition, if I think you're lying, even if it's just me, the topic will end immediately!"

The third man was silent for a long time and said, "it's in mulberry ghost town."

"That's a coincidence."