V2.Chapter 260

The dead man can always accurately sense the breath of the same kind. Ying Shisan felt that the other party's breath was somewhat familiar, but it was not a murder tool refined by the dead man's camp, but a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than that. A big killer, someone gave him a nickname, Shura.

Ying Shisan had never seen the real Shura, and he was just guessing. In any case, the masters of this realm were definitely not something they could deal with at the moment.

Ying Shisan looked at the fallen Jiang Hai and three, and then looked at A Wei, who was no better than him, and asked, "Is this the person you met last time...?"

Awei thought for a while and nodded.

The man shot too fast, and he was suppressed before he could react. He couldn't even see his face clearly, but he could recognize the other party's breath.

Ying Shisan got the affirmative answer, and couldn't help but glance at A Wei again. In the hands of such a master, how could this guy be safe and sound?

"You guys... don't bother talking... hurry up... think about it..." Jiang Hai said with difficulty. Every time he bit a word, he felt like his chest was about to burst. This time the feeling was even more severe than the last time. It was also at this moment that he realized how terrible the blow A Wei had made to save the three of them.

"He... is still far away." A Wei said.

A Wei is the only person who has ever fought against him. It took a quarter of an hour from when A Wei was suppressed so that he could not move to the moment when the man arrived on board. Judging from the suppression he was currently endured, the other party was at least here. It will take that long.

They can be suppressed from a long distance and it is difficult to move, and Ying Shisan once again has a new understanding of the masters in the world.

Ying Shisan supported his body with his sword and swallowed the bloody smell that was rolling down his throat with all his might. Then he and A Wei threw out some of the cloth in the carriage with their little remaining strength, and then threw Jiang Hai, Qingyan and Yue together. The hook was thrown in.

Ying Shisan took off his night clothes, revealing the little servant inside, then pulled off Jiang Hai's clothes and handed them to A Wei: "Put them on."

Ah Wei was replaced.

Just pray that the guards guarding the gate don't see that they are not the "little servants" just now, otherwise there are wolves in front and tigers in the back, and I'm afraid they won't be able to get out this time.

Fortunately, the guards on duty were replaced. These guards had never seen their faces, checked the cards, and let them out.

As soon as they left on the front foot, a disciple came to report on the back foot: "It's not good - there is an accident in the water prison - the prisoner has escaped - lock the door quickly - "

"Stop! Stop for me!" A guard shouted at the carriage that was traveling far away.

Shadow Thirteen hit the steed with a whip, and the carriage drove away!

The guards of the National Master Hall and the dead men chased after them.

But the master's aura didn't seem to distinguish the enemy from the enemy, so it was not only them who were suppressed by their skills, but also the people from the National Master Hall.

"Turn right! Enter the forest!" Jiang Hai said, covering his chest that was about to burst.

Awei tightened the reins and pulled hard, the carriage turned and entered the forest on the right.

The people in the National Master Hall were chasing after them, and they also chased in, but there were traps in the woods, and most of the people in the National Master Hall fell down quickly.

"You... how did you know?" Qing Yan said weakly, lying beside Jiang Hai.

Jiang Hai gasped and said, "...I've been here."

"National Teacher!" In the National Teacher's Hall, a disciple rushed into the National Teacher's alchemy room and gave a respectful salute to the National Teacher who was developing medicine pills in the room.

The national teacher said solemnly: "How is it?"

The disciple said, "They fled into the woods, but our people didn't catch them."

"Waste!" The national teacher threw the booklet in his hand coldly on the table, "I want you to see that you are not good at it, and you can't catch it if you let it go. What's the use of you!"

The disciple knelt down in fright.

"Where is Wanfeng?" the national teacher asked.

The disciple replied tremblingly, "Senior Brother Wanfeng made the group stunned, and they haven't woken up yet."

The national teacher's fists clucked.

"Don't worry." When the atmosphere almost solidified, a gentle man's voice sounded outside the alchemy room.

There are not many people who can come and go freely in the National Master Hall. Wan Feng is one, and the other is the small county king of the female prince's mansion.

"You step back." The national teacher glanced at the disciple and said.

"Yes." The disciple obediently stepped back, and when he passed by the door, he met Xiaojun Wang, and he bowed.

Nangong Li nodded lightly and stepped into the alchemy room.

"The king." The national teacher cupped his hands.

Nangong Li paused in front of him, looked at him and said, "Come here so late, didn't you disturb the state teacher's rest?"

The national teacher said: "No, I am developing a medicinal pill for the monarch. Is there something wrong with the prince? Tonight, I am afraid that it is a coincidence.

"I'm here to help you catch the thief." Nangong Li said with a light smile.

The national teacher sighed: "Ashamed, the evil thief that the prince finally caught, was rescued by his comrades tonight. I was too negligent to guard against it."

Nangong Li said indifferently: "It's not a powerful villain, this king doesn't bother to do anything, it's okay, you can play a game of chess with me, and someone will hand them over to you obediently in a while."

The national teacher wanted to say that they fled into the forest, and there seemed to be a trap in the forest... The words were swallowed by the lips. If there is anyone in this world who is not afraid of ghosts and ghosts, it is probably the one brought back by the king of the county. Master.

With him around, any trap is just a cloud.

The national teacher pointed to the chess table on the side: "The king, please."

On this side, the national teacher and Nangong Li played chess contentedly. On the other side, the old man's expression was not so optimistic.

He just accounted for one hexagram, but halfway through, the turtle shell was broken.

This is a bad omen.

It shows that the opponents they encounter are more difficult to deal with than ever before.

If it was just that, the old man wouldn't be too worried. What was worried about him was that he felt a familiar aura.

He hadn't felt this breath for many years, and he wasn't even sure if it was that person.

in the case of……

"If so, what would happen?" Yu Wan looked at him and asked.

The old man looked at the cracked tortoise shell on the table: "If it is that person, then none of them... will survive."

Yu Wanxing stared, "Who is so powerful?"

"Shura."

The Asura of the Ghost Race.

It can also be called a dead man who is obsessed with demons, but not all dead men who are obsessed with demons can become Shura, the ones who survive are, they have to endure the violent energy in their bodies all year round, and they must also endure the reversal of the muscles all the time. The pain came, so they were in a manic state day and night, unable to control the urge to kill at all, their minds had already been refined, the dead would never betray their masters, and the first after Asura became a demon. One thing is to kill his master with his own hands.

It is precisely because Shura is powerful, terrifying, and difficult to control, so when the ghost clan finds out that a dead person has gone into the devil, they will immediately kill them and never give them a chance to become Shura.

But there was a fish that slipped through the net, they couldn't kill him, they could only try to lock him up.

If it was him...

The old man did not dare to think further.

The old man was even more puzzled, why did this person come to Nanzhao?

It is impossible for the ghost clan to let him out. Could it be that some foreigner mixed into the clan and brought him out secretly?

The old man sighed: "Prepare for the funeral."

What that person hated the most was the clansmen who had held him for so long. Once they came into contact with the aura of the clansmen, he would kill everyone.

"Ah—" On the carriage, Qing Yan couldn't bear the pressure, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, his head tilted and he fainted.

"He... he's nearby..." A Wei gradually couldn't bear it anymore, and blood dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Jiang Hai vomited blood, and Xu lost consciousness for a moment.

Suddenly, Ying Shisan saw a river.

"Jump into the river!" Ying Shisan said.

Ying Shisan grabbed Jianghai, Awei grabbed Qingyan, and the moon hook still had a bit of strength. The three of them jumped up, but at this moment, a powerful internal force broke into the water, and the water splashed seven or eight feet. Straight to shoot them back to shore.

Yue Hook, alone, was photographed far away, banged on the carriage, and then fell to the ground.

It was this sound that woke the three sleeping little black eggs.

The little black eggs opened their eyes suddenly.

Huh? who I am? where am i? What am I doing?

What about the teacher?

The wheels snapped into the grooves of the road.

Xiaobao's body was unstable and rolled down.

Shadow Thirteen's eyebrows jumped!

what's the situation? How could the little black egg be on the carriage?

Ying Shisan didn't care about escaping, so he flew over and snatched the little black egg over.

Soon, Erbao also got out.

A Wei also jumped and hugged Er Bao in his arms before he fell to the ground.

One, two...and an egg!

The two went to grab the treasure at the same time, but unfortunately it was too late, and the carriage had been caught out of thin air by a huge force.

Bang!

The door of the carriage slammed open.

A black little black egg fell down.

Shura, who had long hair scattered and blood-red eyes, grabbed him by the back collar.

Shura looked at the little thing in his hand, and the manic energy surged in his body.

He wants to crush this little thing, like crushing an egg.

The little black egg was holding the small feeding bottle in both hands and staring at him with big eyes.

Suddenly, the little black egg stretched out his hand and fed the pacifier into his mouth.

Shura, who was about to burst the egg: "..."