Chapter 102 The Death of the King

The king lowered his head and sighed. Suddenly, a cold wind blew outside the window and made a sound like a bagpipe. The king of gi didn't realize that his face changed and immediately stood up.

"I haven't seen you for several years, and you have to work hard!" The king said coldly.

In an instant, there was a dead silence outside the house. Sound, where is the sound? It seems that the king is talking out of the window. However, there was a calm sneer on the king's face, as if it was accurate.

Sure enough, after about half a cup of tea, the people outside sighed.

"You are still the same, nothing has changed!" Suddenly, a voice came in.

The king slowly turned his head and saw that the door was still empty. I don't know when he stood alone at the door.

That man is the mysterious man who rescued Lord Li.

The king tilted his head and looked at the man coldly.

"I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for a few years and learned how to lower your head?" The king said.

The man smiled, and through the moonlight, his teeth emitted an indescribable cold light. If you pay close attention, you will find that the emitted by his teeth is simply fluorescent green light.

"Sure enough, it's the king of mages, and you can't hide anything from your eyes!" Mysterious humanity.

The king smiled and said calmly, "Is the spell good? Can you carry three ghosts behind him? However, it seems that you can't suppress the hanging ghost. In less than three years, he will definitely eat back. At that time, don't blame me for not reminding you!" The king said.

As soon as this came out, the mysterious man's face changed greatly, and his facial features were twisted into a ball. He looked at the king fiercely.

"Then I'll give you a taste!" The mysterious man roared.

I don't know how long it took, and Zhou Xiaoxiao slowly opened his eyes. Just now, she had a dream that the king of dragonfly was pressed to the ground by three people, and then all the dragons in the jars came out. It seems that someone wants to manipulate those mages to get into the body of the king. However, the mages of the king seemed to be strong-willed and vowed not to obey. It even exploded by itself.

The man seemed to see that there was nothing he could do and killed all the mages.

What puzzled Zhou Xiaoxiao was why the king of gu did not resist? With the ability of the king, how can those three people get close?

Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't help touching her forehead and found that her forehead was already full of cold sweat, and she was in the dark.

In the dream, it seems that darkness covers everything. It took her a lot of effort to distinguish the fighting people. She remembered that at the end of the dream, the king suddenly roared, and then he disappeared.

At the thought of the king of gu, Zhou Xiaoxiao's heart was surging. She wanted to stand up immediately and suddenly found that there was something more in her left hand.

Zhou Xiaoxiao put the thing in front of him, but it turned out to be a fire fold.

Zhou Xiaoxiao quickly polished the fire folds. At this time, she found that there was an oil lamp at hand. Zhou Xiaoxiao quickly lit the oil lamp. At this time, she noticed that there was a dark blue burden on her leg. On the bag, there is a small box, and on the box is a text message.

Zhou Xiaoxiao quickly opened the letter and read two lines of words, and she burst into tears.

"My wife Xiaoxiao is like a husband when she sees the letter. Today, you may not be able to see each other again. There is a golden silkworm in the box to keep you safe. After seeing the letter, I quickly walked west. After going out of the tunnel, someone greeted me. My husband has arranged everything for you, cherish..."

Zhou Xiaoxiao lowered his head and cried out. Say goodbye today, I won't see you in this life. Why did God torture her so much? Her tears are like two streams. If the king sees it, he will definitely hold her face, right?

However, no one loves her anymore.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiaoxiao is even more uncomfortable.

Suddenly, she seemed to have a courage from somewhere. Carrying a burden, she held a small box and the last letter left by the king of gi in her hand, and walked west with an oil lamp.

While walking, crying. Crying and walking at the same time.

Tears fell to the ground with her footsteps, and blood-like tears dyed the earth red in an instant.

I don't know how long it took, but a wall suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Xiaoxiao.

Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be stunned. With the faint light, isn't there a wall in front of her?

How can it be a wall? How can there be a wall in the route designed by the king? Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be a little depressed. She stretched out her hand and pushed it, and the wall actually moved.

Zhou Xiaoxiao was overjoyed and quickly exerted his strength. I saw that the wall was really open.

Zhou Xiaoxiao quickly stretched out his legs and stepped into the wall, and his eyes suddenly became bright. But Zhou Xiaoxiao's heart was chilled. It was full of straw and dilapidated spider webs. After a closer look, he found that this was actually a broken temple far away from the village.

That is to say, she is far away from the village!

Just as Zhou Xiaoxiao was in a daze, she suddenly heard a noisy sound nearby. Just as she was about to retreat, a big face suddenly appeared in front of her.

It turned out to be the patriarch.

The patriarch looked at Zhou Xiaoxiao deeply and nodded when he saw her coming out of the hole.

"I've been waiting for you for half a day, come with me." The patriarch said.

Zhou Xiaoxiao was stunned, and the patriarch took over the oil lamp in Zhou Xiaoxiao's hand and blew it out.

"Let's go," said the patriarch.

"No, I have to go back. I have to go back to see my father-in-law!" Zhou Xiaoxiao suddenly shouted.

The patriarch ignored him. At this moment, his mood was no easier than Zhou Xiaoxiao. His brother, his most effective assistant, is now afraid that he has lost his soul.

Zhou Xiaoxiao said that he was about to rush out of the temple. The patriarch stopped her and refused to let her go back at this moment. Zhou Xiaoxiao resisted hard. In desperation, the patriarch left the ruined temple with Zhou Xiaoxiao, and the two came to the hillside together. At the foot of the mountain is Miaogu Village.

When she came to the hillside, Zhou Xiaoxiao immediately understood why the patriarch did not let her go back now.

The village under the hillside was shrouded in a light blue fog. The fog was like a pot, clinging fiercely to the village.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't help taking a cold breath.

"How could this happen?" Song Xiaoxiao asked.

The patriarch shook his head, and a gust of wind blew, but the fog on the village did not dissipate with the wind.

"Do you know his good intentions now?" The patriarch asked.

Song Xiaoxiao cried again, and she shook her head while crying.

"He, is he still alive?" Song Xiaoxiao endured for a long time before squeezing out such a sentence.

The patriarch was silent and he couldn't explain. From his heart, of course, he hoped that the king was still alive. He would rather believe that glimmer of hope than believe that the king of gible was dead.

However, if the king is still alive, how can he see the village like this and still be indifferent?

Zhou Xiaoxiao also thought of this, and she cried out with a "wow..."

The wind on the hillside was very strong. Zhou Xiaoxiao knelt on the ground and cried desperately. The patriarch stood beside her and listened quietly. The wind took her cry far away.

Suddenly, Zhou Xiaoxiao stood up and suddenly ran down the hill. The patriarch took Zhou Xiaoxiao's arm and asked anxiously, "What are you going to do?"

Zhou Xiaoxiao turned around and pushed away the patriarch's hand fiercely.

"I'm going back to collect his body!" Zhou Xiaoxiao said fiercely.

"Are you crazy? Don't you see what's going on now?" The patriarch asked angrily.

Zhou Xiaoxiao shouted, "Yes, I'm crazy. I want to die. I want to die with my husband. Is there anything wrong with me?"

The patriarch's heart suddenly seemed to have been stabbed into a long sword, and the pain made him unable to suppress it. However, he still took Zhou Xiaoxiao's hand.

"Your husband is dead. Didn't you want to avenge him?" The patriarch asked.

Zhou Xiaoxiao was stunned and looked at the patriarch in a daze.

"Why, don't you want to avenge your husband? He was killed. Don't you want to avenge him? The patriarch asked.

Zhou Xiaoxiao slowly put down her hand, and her eyes gradually dulled. Her body suddenly softened, and she sat on the ground without standing under her feet.

"You can't let him die for nothing! He was expected to leave, but he did not want that man to harm the whole village. In addition, he doesn't want you to live a life of fear from now on. You should avenge him." The patriarch said.

Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't help crying, "Wow..."

He entrusted me yesterday to take you to the mountains. You can't come out for the time being. You can't come back until after the limelight, okay? The patriarch asked.

Zhou Xiaoxiao was silent and could only cry.

In the evening, the light blue smoke had dissipated. The villagers returned to the village with a heavy heart. The king died and no one came to protect them. And the king also died to protect them. The villagers all burst into tears.

Zhou Xiaoxiao didn't come back with the people. No one knows where she has gone. The patriarch was the last to enter the village. He told everyone to live in peace, and then he left the altar without any worries.

He still needs to collect the body for the king.

At every step, my heart hurts like a broken heart. The patriarch stood at the door of the king's house and had enough time to push the door in.

And he has already burst into tears.

The room is still as quiet as usual. The broom was placed behind the gate, and Zhou Xiaoxiao's needle and thread was placed in the patio. Seeing that it was so quiet, the patriarch was happy in his heart. It was not like a scene of fighting. The king, the king of magpie may still be alive!

The patriarch quickly rushed into the king's room. As soon as he opened the door, he took a cold breath.

The room is messy. All the jars were broken, and the ground was full of dead insects. However, there is not even a drop of blood on the ground.

What's going on? Where is the king?

The patriarch looked around. He thought that the king had escaped the disaster and got into the tunnel. A burst of joy in my heart, as long as people are still there, it's easy to say anything.

But just then, the patriarch's foot touched something.

The patriarch bent down, picked up the thing and looked at it. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and rolled down with two lines of tears covering his cheeks.

Soul needle.

What he has in his hand is a soul needle.

The patriarch took the soul needle in his hand and closed his eyes tightly. He grabbed the soul needle, as if he had grasped the hand of the king.

"Ah..." Suddenly, the patriarch roared, trying to vent his anger.

Many years ago, at that time, the patriarch was still a teenager. He has just come into contact with magic, and his teacher once told such a story.

More than a few years ago, a foreign invasion disturbed the quietness of Miao Valley. The invaders are quite tough, and they use a strange metaphysics to interfere with the senses of giness. Moreover, thirteen children in the village were kidnapped at that time.

When they found the group of children, they found that the children had been dead for a long time. The dead children, dressed in red, with ferocious expressions, widened their eyes and seemed to see the most terrible thing in the world before they died.

And each of them has a small hole on the top of their heads. Strangely, the hole does not bleed out.

Master said that it was a soul needle.

Press the child's head with a soul needle, so that the child's soul can be removed.

The young patriarch is puzzled. What do those people want their souls to do?

Master said that they practice more powerful spells with their souls. This method is very vicious, and people's souls are also tortured after death. The master took out the soul needle, and the patriarch could not forget its appearance all his life.

The soul needle looks exactly the same as in his hand.

The patriarch stood up slowly and whispered to the house, "Brother, don't worry, I will avenge you anyway!"