Chapter 188 When the mage arrives

The bright moon has just hung on the treetops like a silver plate, and the moonlight sprinkled coldly, with a mist, which seems to be cold to the bottom of people's hearts. The three people stepped on the long twisted shadow and entered the gate of Chen Mansion.

More than 20 servants of the Chen family gathered on both sides of the porter to eat, and the table was full of laughter, which was extremely lively.

But when the first cloak man stepped into the threshold, the 20 strong men shivered almost at the same time. The back of his neck seemed to have been blown, and they all stretched their heads and necks, and involuntarily raised their cold hair.

At this moment, everything was silent. Everyone, whether laughing or talking loudly, seemed to be like a chicken, being pinched by a slender neck and pulled a bright steel knife in the throat!

The voice stopped in vain, and then, the bright fluorite lamp in the room was also dark, and even the color reflected was a trace of tragic green. The three cloaks silently passed through the porter and entered the inner courtyard - Jiang Tian was lonely, but only a full moon remained unchanged and hung obliquely in a clear night.

Chen Gongliang is a well-known eight-level demon warrior. Seven years ago, Quentin, a nine-level fighter in Nanmu County, Wendy, sat in a chair and said less than three words to Chen Gongliang. He died in five days after returning home. Less than three months later, Nanmu County guarded Evan. Rex also died inexplicably. It is said that the only contact with Chen Gongliang was to take over a picture of Shili Pinghu from him. Although Chen Gongliang is peaceful, his fierce reputation has been deterrent for five years, and there is not even a person who dares to come to challenge.

Therefore, the three big cloaks came in so openly that they could still breathe. Even if there were three dead people, Chen Gongliang could find them.

"The three must have come from afar. I don't know what's the matter with living in my humble room."

Chen Gongliang walked out of the door with a forced smile on his face - they were the most mysterious mage at first glance, but Chen Gongliang was also a magic warrior with inheritance. Although he doesn't want to offend him, he is not very polite when he speaks. Anyway, you should never come to your door on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.

The sky is as blue, and the moon casts the cold light of ice into the bone marrow, shining through Chen Gongliang's whole body and outlining a steel-hard shadow on the ground.

First, a cloaked man suddenly exhaled a long breath, but this breath seemed to be extremely cold, forming a white fog in the still summery night of August 15.

"Are you Chen Gongliang?"

The voice is young and hoarse, and it seems to be quite kind. But two mosquitoes, buzzing one after and one, flew close to the three feet of the man's side, and suddenly fell silently, without even circling. It seemed that they were frozen into two ice cubes in an instant.

When Chen Gongliang saw that the other party's tone slowed down, he did not dare to slack off a little. His whole body was magically restrained and said word by word, "This is right. If you have something to do, please say it directly."

The leaders of these people are hidden in their hats, a dark ball. At night, they can only see the light occasionally reflected from their eyes. At present, a white fog appeared in front of a person's dark hat: "Ha ha, Lord Chen doesn't have to do this. We just came here to ask you about something."

Although Chen Gongliang has lived in seclusion at home for five years, he is still a bully in Huangyang County. Nothing in the territory can be hidden from his eyes and ears. At this moment, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I heard that the other party was just here to inquire about something. The tone was also a little calmer, and he said slowly:

"Your guests are far away. Since I have something to ask, I will naturally answer them wholeheartedly. How about we go to the side hall to talk?"

There were wives and children in his room, but he didn't want to let these strange and gloomy mages in, so as not to scare the people inside.

The cloak man said proudly, "That's not necessary. We have figured out what's going on and have to leave. We don't want to disturb you ordinary people..."

To be honest, the mage was rumored to be gloomy and weird among the people. He invited such a group of people to sit in his side hall, afraid that Chen Gongliang would not want to go to that room again in the future. When the cloakman said these words, Chen Gongliang nodded secretly in his heart, but he couldn't say anything and was stunned for a moment.

"Lord Chen, in the past six months, have you been to Huang Yangjun, any eye-catching figures or masters?"

Chen Gongliang didn't expect the other party to ask, it was half a year. However, Huangyang County is located in the southeast corner of Jinhuzhou, and there are not many people coming and going, so I still remember it. Therefore, after pondering and recalling for a long time, I slowly said a series of names: "On a certain day, where did someone come to Huangyang County and what happened... On a certain day in a certain month, someone in Huangyang County was killed by someone..."

As an eight-level demon warrior, he is clear-headed. Although he is 53 years old, he still remembers these things very clearly. However, Lala talked for a long time, but they were all high-level figures, and no magician had ever been here.

The three listened quietly. Only one person occasionally asked a word or two, and the other two did not say anything. As Chen Gongliang spoke, he actually felt a gradual chill on his body.

Then the first person to wait for Chen Gongliang to finish speaking, meditated for a while, and then said, "Has there been no unknown person?"

Chen Gongliang thought for a moment and said, "There are also several people, but I have many ears and eyes in this area, but I know that most of them are still detailed... The old beggar on Xiangdong Street is actually the thirteenth of the Liang family in Litai Province, and he is himself an eighth-level master. Three years ago, his wife and son died. He couldn't take revenge. Under frustration, he wandered around and half went crazy. In addition, like..." He talked about five people carefully, and finally pointed out a character who didn't know his origin:

"There is only one person who is fierce, and I have never seen this person. It is said that he often haunts the mountains 30 miles south of the county, and his movements are extremely fast and mysterious. He often feeds on livestock and poultry raised in the surrounding villages, which is said to be panicked... But it is said that the villagers he has seen can't say anything. After the summer harvest, the county invited a few apprentices and sent troops to search, but they could not be found, but later this person did not appear.

"Well, what mages or magicians have come here in March and April?"

Chen Gongliang immediately shook his head: "No, don't say that my subordinates have any news about this. Even others have not heard anything about it."

When the cloak man heard this, he finally said, "On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, I'm sorry to disturb Lord Chen for a while. We are also leaving. We still have something to deal with before leaving. Let's leave. After saying goodbye, Chen Gongliang almost breathed a sigh of relief when he finally saw that these plague gods had been sent away. He was about to arch his hand, but suddenly his body tightened, as if he had been caught by an invisible big hand!

Chen Gongliang has been fighting for many years and has rich experience. He has gained magic power. Seeing the bad situation, his face turned red and immediately poured out all his magic power!

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly withdrew his hand. Chen Gongliang moved slightly and regained his freedom. But his magic power was like a mountain torrent, unstoppable, and he kept pouring out. In any case, he couldn't stop it. In a moment, there was no trickle left!

At this time, the two sides are only two feet apart. Chen Gongliang knew that these mages were used to killing people in strange ways and were not very proficient in close combat. After exhausting his magic power, he suddenly shouted loudly and stepped forward ten feet away. He clenched his fists and was about to fight out!

But his foot, which contained Yuanli, fell to the ground, and found that Yuanli suddenly seemed to have found a gap and ran endlessly under his feet. Such a rushing speed actually tore the skin on his legs and made it painful.

"Come on!"

In a moment, Chen Gongliang's strength was exhausted, and his whole body collapsed to the ground. But his people couldn't move, and there were still about 20 servants in the foyer on both sides. At this moment, he looked up with an exit and found that the two tables were motionless in the open door. When I looked carefully, I faintly saw the black blood flowing from the faces, eyes, ears, mouth and nose of several people facing this direction...