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At this moment, Seventh Uncle also retreated to my side and whispered, "Can you see it?"

I focused my mind and looked around. A few people had already fallen in the small room. Hidden green lights would appear from time to time. "Shua!" Seventh Uncle and I took a step back at the same time as a streak of white light.

It was the horsetail whisk Ling Xiaozi released. After passing by, he saw a faint green light at the door, and everyone avoided the door. Ling Xiaozi shouted loudly, "Everyone, stand back. "Dragon Gate's Seven Fiends, get ready!"

I don't know what's the use of a boy soldier like the Seven Evils of the Dragon Gate, but Ling Xiaozi held a flint in both hands as he fixed the light. Seven children are worth two, and there are only five male children, what's the use of that!

The five daoists took off their robes one by one, their chests facing the door as they took a horse stance. With a flick of Ling Xiaozi's wrist, the fire stone immediately floated in the air and was placed between their palms. The yellow fire slowly turned red.

The red light seemed to have a life of its own, enveloping the five daoists. Faintly, I could see the daoist-boy's bare upper body. His skin was engraved with many characters. As for the symbols, I couldn't see them clearly.

The fire stones in Ling Xiaozui's palms started to spin rapidly. The five disciples closed their eyes and started to chant an incantation towards the door. Suddenly, Ling Xiaozi's eyes opened as his face was covered with sweat, "A heart as clear as water, a heart at ease with water. There was no wind, no waves. My sense of justice is awe-inspiring, even ghosts and monsters are scared. "!" The five daoists acted as if they had been possessed, their eyes as big as bells and their chests suddenly shooting up. "Wow …" An ear-piercing screech split the air as the green light at the door disappeared.

The flickering light bulb slowly returned to its brightness. Looking back at the flint in Ling Xiaozi's hand, he held it firmly in his palm. The bright red flame had disappeared, and the original light was as if nothing had happened.

Ling Xiaozi's arrogant eyes were like he was provoking me. What made me even more surprised was that there were five half-naked daoists with clean bodies. I saw all the runes engraved on them just now.

After a minute, the light stopped flickering. Seventh Uncle let out a long breath, cupped his hands, and said, "Junior Brother Ling Xiao, thank you for saving me."

Ling Xiao Zi waved his horsetail whisk, wiping the sweat off his forehead, and spoke with a much weaker tone, "Senior Brother Qi Chuan, the power of the Dragon Gate's Seven Evils has been greatly reduced by two people. Otherwise, they will definitely be able to exterminate that demon.

There are still three days until the completion of the Ghost Infant Soul Refinement, and Yin Half is in their hands. Although I have the confidence to break through the Dragon Gate's Seven Evils and Ling Xiaozi, that was reasonable. I was indeed unable to handle Ling Xiaozi's move just now, so I immediately nodded my head in consideration for my own safety.

In the early hours of the morning, we returned to the True Martial Hall of the Dragon Gate. The scene was extremely lively, with crowds of people gathering and welcoming everyone around. The True Martial Great Hall was illuminated by the light of the fire, and Ling Xiaozi had already recovered.

Suddenly, a thick hemp rope appeared in front of us, blocking our path. Then, the rope came out from all directions and several Taoists tied the four of us together with the rope.

In a moment of panic, I took a deep breath and was about to break free when, all of a sudden, a few Daoists came at us with a wooden basin in their hands. Diesel! The torches moved, and I gave up the thought of resisting.

"Ling Xiaozi!" Seventh Uncle took off his glasses and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by that?"

"Humph!" Ling Xiaozi shook his horsetail whisk as if this was already his signature move. Damn it! "You can't talk without flinging your whisk." "The spirit guarding the mountain was killed by your two subordinates the night before yesterday. Many people sneaked out of the mountain, and my Dragon Gate Sect will be facing a calamity. The birth of a ghost is the best explanation for that. Dong Seven Chuan, do you admit your mistake?"

Seventh Uncle did not act too aggressively. He raised his hand to wipe his glasses and said, "Capture us at the hotel with the invincible Dragon Gate's Seven Evils. Do you want to kill us? Ling Xiaozi, you're really scheming well."

The four of us were tied up into a big dumpling, and Fat Lei turned his fat waist, moving forward. "Hey!" He's talking about you! Was it that lousy snake? Haha, I was the one who killed the snake, I was the one who ate the snake, and Seventh Uncle and I were colleagues. He doesn't know about this, so you need to be clear about each other's kindness and grudges! "

"A collusion!" Ling Xiaozi said stubbornly, "You have offended the mountain god. Without Dong Seven Chuan, it would have been impossible for you to go up the mountain. All of you would have been executed due to the sect's rules."

Fatty Lei's face was filled with indifference, "Execution, are you going to burn us alive? This is the True Martial Great Hall. Once a fire breaks out, the thousand year old ancient Sha would be destroyed.

I rubbed my head. "Damn fatty, why are you so excited if you want to cremate us?"

Fatty Lei smirked at me, "What are you afraid of? With you around, you don't need to worry about being oiled. Going down the mountain is just a matter of time, right? In a while, just leave me some face. If Ling Xiaozi is crippled, I will let him live. "

I immediately became discouraged, "I will tell you in the front, once the torch is thrown at me, I can only guarantee that I will be fine. You three are asking for good fortune."

This is the truth. Torches are thrown from all directions, and we are all covered in oil. When we ignite the torches, it is impossible for me to block them all.

Fat Lei stuck out his tongue at me and stopped provoking me.

Ling Xiao shook his horsetail whisk, "Someone, lock this dead man in the woodshed and send someone to guard him. Tomorrow afternoon, I will use the lives of these four people to pay my respects to the mountain god."

It was full of schemes. The Taoist priest came up and tied the iron chains on our bodies, but our hands and feet couldn't move at all. One by one, they acted like corpses as they were carried horizontally into the woodshed, and the four of them were thrown in one by one.

After the door was closed, the Daoist priest outside would pass by the guard from time to time. I looked at Fatty Lei and sighed, "Damn fatty, aren't you a godly thief!?" "Tie him up like this for the whole night, and other than waiting for death, don't do anything else tomorrow. Hurry up and unlock him."

Fat Lei laid in front of me with an innocent look. His hands were tied behind his back and his body was bloated, "Bro, don't talk like that. As long as I can move one of your hands, I'll unlock your bodies in a few seconds."

The thick iron chains on my body didn't even have a gap. I gathered my strength and slowly closed my eyes, "Yin and Yang can't be exhausted within seconds. Chasing deer has been suffering for years, if I can reach Yin and Yang, then the heavens and earth will be within my palm." The muscles on his body bulged twice as much as before as the iron chains emitted a creaking sound.

Fatty Lei laid on the ground holding back his strength, "You are really pushing hard! "Just a little bit more."

When this breath dissipated, I was only able to loosen the shackles by a bit. I was so tired that even my lips were trembling. After taking a few deep breaths, I said, "Forget it. We'll go to the execution grounds tomorrow!"

My heart was filled with regret. Why didn't I bring the Iron Head along this trip? The big man, Wu Mang, would never break this chain again. His hands and feet were locked, and he had three locks hanging from his body.

Fatty Lei stared at the lock on my neck and smiled, "Haha, I have a way. Huang Quan, don't move to change it. "

What do you mean? I saw Fat Lei lying on the ground, his feet began to shuffle, and he took off his shoes. The woodshed was immediately filled with a pungent smell that made me want to breathe.

Next, Fat Thunder put his toes on his ankles and began to rub his socks. The white socks made him change color, yellow and black, freeing one foot to move his toes. I looked at the lock on his neck and understood what he meant, "Grandson, if you dare to stretch your stinky feet over, don't blame me for being impolite."

Fatty Lei's mouth was wide open as he laughed, "Haha, to be able to make it out of the mountain alive, you better settle this debt with me again!"

Fat Lei used his buttocks as a center of gravity and moved towards a bundle of firewood. He pinched out a wire with his toes, twisted the wire with his toes, caught one end of the wire, and stretched it towards my face.

Holding my breath, Fatty Lei put one foot on my chest while the other foot clamped the iron wire, and stuck it into the keyhole. After about one minute, I really couldn't hold it in any longer, my head felt like it was going to die, I opened my mouth and took a deep breath. The police had been on the scene many times. All kinds of rotten corpses and stinky smells were worse than Fatty Lei's feet. They were all stinging!