Chapter 4083

Commander Zhang suggested: "Young Master, as long as we find the Taoist priest, we will know who buried the fire and mine below..."

Zhuang Minghao had already been frightened out of his wits by the sudden explosion, and at this moment he was still a little scared. Hearing this, he didn't want to stay here for too long, so he said, "Let's go back to the priest's mansion first, and I will leave the aftermath to you. Hurry up." Some will find out the Taoist leader..."

Commander Zhang stayed on the top of the mountain and dispersed the guards to search together, but he didn't see any trace of the Taoist priest.

Before you know it, the sun sets.

Crows circled and danced in the sky, their shrill voices were like the cries of a ghost.

Commander Zhang only felt the creeping wind blowing. He felt a strong wind coming from behind him. Just as he turned around, he was hit on the back of the neck. His eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

The news of Commander Zhang's disappearance quickly spread among the guards. Without a leader, the guards suddenly lost their backbone. No one dared to stay here any longer, and they left the mountain in groups.

There are also some people, thinking of the interrogation and doubts they have suffered in the priest's mansion during the recent period, they are afraid that after returning to the priest's mansion, they will fall into the same end as those servants who are skinned and cramped. After thinking twice, they simply go to the priest's mansion The opposite place fled...

People's hearts collapsed like a mountain, and the number of guards in the priest's mansion was reduced by almost half, and the only commander who had just taken office was gone.

The deputy commanders at the bottom were all promoted temporarily, and their abilities are not enough to use them.

By the time Zhuang Huaisen and Zhuang Minghao learned the news, it was already too late...

Enter Chuang Tzu.

In the dark room, an oil lamp the size of a bean was burning. The man was wearing a black uniform, sitting at the table, resting his chin on one hand, looking lazily at the person kneeling in front of him. Bloody order: "Chop off his fingers one by one."

The hands of the old Taoist were firmly pressed on the wooden stake, and the slender, long, serrated blunt knife fell on the joints of the old Taoist, and began to cut slowly...

The blunt knife cuts the flesh and bones, and the ten fingers connect to the heart. Just thinking about it hurts.

The old Taoist howled earth-shatteringly: "Who are you, why did you arrest me here? Do you know who I am?"

He was buried in a good location for the second young master of the dealer, but he was injured after a sudden explosion. He managed to retreat a little while he was in shock, and just hid when he was blindfolded and brought him here.

The man in front of him was handsome and at a loss, his clothes couldn't be seen clearly under the dark vegetable oil lamp, but his barely visible face was as beautiful as a god, and his facial features were exquisitely matched like sculptures.

In particular, the aura around him faintly reveals the coercion of a person who has been in a position for a long time. If he is not decisive in life and death, or someone who turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain, he will never have this feeling.

What puzzled him the most was that this man brought him here, knelt in front of him, didn't ask anything, just said: "Hand it over!"

The old Taoist looked puzzled: "What do you pay?"

After a disagreement, the guard who held him kicked and broke his kneecap. Seeing that he still refused to hand it over, this man was going to start cutting off his ten fingers with a serrated blunt knife...

The old Taoist was trembling with fright: "My... Lord, I am just a Taoist master who reads Fengshui, I really don't know what you want, as long as I have it on me, as long as I take it out, you Feel free to take it, at least let me know what you want, right?"