Chapter 153, Leaf Mark

The footsteps suddenly stopped at the door, and Mu Yun's heart twitched fiercely. He was ready. As long as someone dared to come in, he would attack and kill and escape unexpectedly. The danger here was no longer bearable.

Ming religion, an unfathomable force, is afraid of even the rulers of the Ming Dynasty.

Now he has an idea that this vast world is called the Ming Dynasty, not because the Ming Dynasty is the most powerful, but because of the ancient Ming religion.

He is very afraid of this force and will never provoke him if he can.

"Yang Zixuan, you are really a loser. You can't do a small thing..."

"Qing deputy altar master, this... is indeed my negligence, and I should not attack the people of Pingchuan City..."

"Hmm! Are you just making such a mistake? First, you should not attack the people of Pingchuan City; second, you should not attack the small forest outside the city. Although the forest is relatively hidden, it is difficult to guarantee that no one will be present and encounter a sudden situation; thirdly, whether you seize the eyesight or not, you have to get rid of the owner, which is the most important thing..."

"And that's exactly what you didn't do. Do you know that it's easy for us to expose? Do you think those guys in the execution room in Pingchuan City eat shit? Or do you think the brocade guard like a dog won't notice it?

"Qing deputy forum, I... I also want to complete the task you assigned as soon as possible, so..."

"Hmm! That's enough this time. If there is another time, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Yes..."

"In a while, the son of the Lord of Dade Hall is coming to Pingchuan City. You pass on the message and prepare everyone. This time, you will capture him anyway..."

Listening to the voice of a man and a woman arguing outside, Mu Yun's face was gloomy. He could be sure that the murderer who dug up the pupils of the little boy's eyes was the man outside, named Yang Zixuan.

The woman who spoke turned out to be a deputy altar master. Although I don't know the internal organization of Ming religion, the status of women should not be low.

"Qing deputy forum? Qing? Is it Qinggu's family?" Mu Yun's heart pounded, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Just when he was very nervous, he heard the footsteps outside go away, frowned, and secretly said in his heart, is this luck?

Waited for a long time to make sure that there was no one outside. He carefully opened the door, lurked out, and carefully explored it. He had an idea in his mind that if he could find some evidence that the deputy altar owner of Qing was related to the Qinggu family, he could counter Qinggu.

Half a month ago, I heard from Hongyan that Yang Xi broke Qinggu's legs and warned the other party not to bother him. In half a month, Qinggu did not trouble him. But he understands that he will never give up if he bears such a big insult with Qinggu's personality.

Although he doesn't want to embarrass Qinggu, he will not be polite if he bothers him again.

In the world of fate, Mu Yun discussed with the magic elves, used several jade life magic leaves, followed the sense of summoning in the bottom of his heart, and found a roster in a dark compartment behind the statue in the hall.

[Pingchuan City Divided List]!

Looking at the title of the book, Mu Yun's heart surged with ecstasy. Looking at the contents, there are detailed information records for each congregation, such as age, cultivation, home address, family members, etc.

Mu Yun suppressed his joy and turned the page of the roster, but he couldn't find any information about the deputy master of the Qing Dynasty for a long time.

However, he is not completely unproductive. When he turned to the last page, there was a name in the lower right corner: Qing Zhirong (remember). Obviously, this book is recorded by this young child.

"Green? Isn't it Qing?" Mu Yun frowned and thought to himself if he had made a mistake?

Take out the student token, record the whole roster page by page as an image, then put the roster back into the dark compartment, lurk out of the hall, carefully lie down on the boat, return to the shore, return the original way, and get out of this house.

As soon as his footsteps landed, there was a throbbing in his heart, as if he had encountered some danger.

With a snoring sound, a cold light cut against the tip of his nose, and his body rolled to avoid the knife. This is a ghost-headed knife, and the knife style gives people a warm feeling.

"Who are you?" Yang Zixuan stared at Mu Yun coldly.

"Yang Zixuan?" Mu Yun's heart moved and listened to the voice. This man was Yang Zixuan, who took the deputy altar owner in the passage, and was also the murderer who dug out the little boy's eyes.

With a sneer, Mu Yun rushed out. The blade fluctuation just now must have attracted the attention of the moat. He didn't want to be captured by the moat soldiers to bear a hundred military sticks.

Yang Zixuan also seemed to be a little urgent. He looked at Mu Yun's back angrily, and then climbed over the wall and entered the house and disappeared.

After ten breaths, Mu Yun had shuttled into an alley. With a chirping sound, he saw an empty ship flying over his head and walking in the direction of the fight just now.

Running through the alley, across the street, he soon came to the slum. It was late at night, and the glowing stone street lamps shone faintly, shining on him, reflecting a long shadow.

Outside the dilapidated tent, Mu Yun glanced around to make sure that no one saw him. He flashed into the tent. Before the sleeping young woman woke up, he gently patted the back of the young woman's head, so that the young woman would not wake up for a period of time.

Then he took out the jar that stored the pupil, carefully took out the pupil, knocked the little boy unconscious in the same way, then opened the cotton cloth, and put the pupil into the boy's empty eyes according to the method of the magic elf.

"It's ready!" Mu Yun's soul passed on fluctuations to the elves of fate.

The magic elf nodded slightly, pinched the seal with both hands, and surrounded by milky white airflow. Soon, a green leaf with a strong medicinal fragrance formed.

"Quickly use this green leaf for the little boy!" The magic elf roared in a low voice.

Muyun's soul immediately fluctuated and used up this special green leaf.

Soon, Mu Yun saw a faint light in the little boy's eyes, and a strong breath of life.

He knew that the little boy's eyes could be re-lighted.

"Xiao Yunzi, how do you explain that you have cured his eyes so much?" The magic elf suddenly asked.

Mu Yun was stunned. He really didn't think about this problem.

After thinking about it, he drew a leaf shape with the little boy's discarded gauze, gently put it on the little boy's body, and went out of the tent.

"What does this mean?" The magic elf asked.

Mu Yun smiled mysteriously: "This is my logo!"