Chapter 125 Magic Cultivator

After running around the treasure forest for nearly one night, Zhong Cheng finally arrived at Duobao Town at dawn. Looking up at the sky, a white belly of fish has gradually appeared in the sky.

When the thought of the remnant wolf mercenary regiment seeing the bodies of Wang Hua and Wang Cheng, Zhong Cheng couldn't help scratching a smile on his face.

After all, Duobao Town is the sphere of influence of the wolf mercenary regiment, so Zhong Cheng did not dare to stay here for too long. After hurriedly buying some fried bean milk by the street, he got into a carriage and began to move in the direction of the public loser.

After swallowing breakfast in the carriage, Zhong Cheng, who had been exhausted after running around all night, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When Zhong Cheng was woken up by the driver, it was already noon. Although he had slept in the carriage all morning, Zhong Cheng still clearly felt a sense of dizziness when he stepped on the ground.

rubbing his tired eyes, Zhong Cheng slowly moved forward in the direction of the publicshu fu. He has already thought about it. When the loser asks, he will tell the truth. Anyway, this kind of thing can't be concealed. Instead of letting others make small reports, it's better to say it yourself. If the loser really has another plan, he should not take action against Zhong Cheng. But if he takes action, the blood beads will not be vegetarian!

Therefore, no matter what his losing friend is thinking, Zhong Cheng can deal with it calmly. Don't forget that he is already a divine general, so there is no need for Zhong Cheng to be afraid of the servants of the public losing family, such as Wu Bo.

With some help in his heart, Zhong Cheng's pace also seemed light and confident, and he arrived at the main gate of the publicshu fu in a short time. The door was hidden, and there was no guard as usual. Pushing the door and entering, Zhong Cheng glanced at the front and suddenly felt that there seemed to be some unusual atmosphere in the mansion.

Although this mansion is as cold and deserted as before, the fallen leaves are drifting. But today, it seems surprisingly quiet, which is more eye-catching than before.

In front of Zhong Cheng is a long road composed of bluestone slabs, with willow catkins dancing in the wind on both sides, and the fallen leaves on the ground moving in the wind. On the huge road, there is not even a single person, which looks quite cold and desolate. This may be quite a disrepable thing for other rich families, but it is quite ordinary for the public losers.

However, Zhong Cheng still sensed a different breath from this desolation. He can't tell what you are going to say. But it must be certain that this unusual breath implies this uneasiness!

"What the hell is going on?"

Zhong Cheng, who was standing at the door, was at a loss and failed to take the next step. The doubts in his heart made him not know what would happen if he continued to go deeper. His keen intuition was born that day, and now he is warning him that if he walks in, he will see a scene that he will never imagine!

"Be careful!" When Zhong Cheng was helpless, Bauhinia's voice sounded in his ear, "There is a trace of unusual miracle in the mansion. I'm afraid there are some outsiders in the house. Chell up and pay attention to your surroundings!"

Bauhinia's words are like a little dawn in the night, pulling Zhong Cheng back from his confusion.

"Well, thank you for reminding me!"

Responding with a full of anger, Zhong Cheng patted himself on the cheek and walked to the interior of the mansion of the Gongfu. His intuition is correct, and Bauhinia has also said that there is indeed some heresy in the mansion.

After walking for a while, Zhong Cheng unconsciously came to the main hall of the mansion. As usual, the main hall was still open and dead.

Zhong Cheng raised his eyes and looked inside for a while and found that there was no one sitting in the upper seat of the main hall. The hall was idle. But suddenly, Zhong Cheng's pupils shrank, and after seeing something, he immediately rushed in without saying a word!

Entering the main hall, Zhong Cheng made sure that he was not dazzling just now. In one part of the hall, there was indeed a maid lying down. The maid looked down and couldn't tell whether it was life or death.

Zhong Cheng didn't have much time at this time. After taking a few steps, he came to the maidservant's side. Zhong Cheng bent down and turned over the maidservant's body. Seeing that her face was pale and cold, he stretched out his hand to probe her nose, but sadly found that there was no breath and she was breathless. Looking at the maidservant's face more carefully, Zhong Cheng's body suddenly shook, and the sadness in his heart couldn't help but deepen.

I only saw that this maidservant girl was playful and beautiful. It was Xiaoyu, the maidservant who gave him a lot of help when he first entered the mansion. Unexpectedly, in just a few months, this girl less than 20 years old died like this!

However, it's obviously too early to be sad. Zhong Cheng suppressed the sadness in his heart, stood up straight and glanced around to make sure that there was nothing else missing before he left the hall in a hurry.

It seems that the inside of the public loser seems to have sneaked into a powerful figure, otherwise a subordinate like Xiaoyu will not die innocently.

There are public losers here! What a strong character the guy who sneaked in can actually kill under the eyes of his loser friend! At least, Zhong Cheng is absolutely unable to beat such a person. But even so, Zhong Cheng couldn't help stepping forward and searching for the uninvited guest in the huge government.

Zhong Cheng's footsteps naturally came to the door of the bedroom. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived here, his slightly relaxed nerves tightened again.

It's not for others, just because there is a body horizontal at the door of the bedroom.

The body is dry and thin, and he has gray hair. Isn't that Uncle Wu of the Guan family? At this time, Uncle Wu had already lost the breeze of the past. The cotton cloth was as pale as a piece of white paper, his lips were dark, his eyes were closed, and his body was still trembling.

"Wu Bo, what's wrong with you?" He didn't care much. Zhong Cheng squatted down to support Wu Bo's body and asked eagerly.

"Well..." After feeling Zhong Cheng's arrival, Wu Bo's lips exhaled gently. Then, he opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the person in front of him clearly, with a trace of anxiety on his face. He raised his trembling right hand, pointed to the interior of the bedroom, and said with difficulty, "Come on... go in and stop being thin! He, he... he is a demon monk..."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Wu spit out a mouthful of blood, and his head was out of breath!

"Slim, demon cultivater?" Zhong Cheng's mind was full of question marks, and after listening to Wu Bo's words, Zhong Cheng's mind became more confused and there was a little more doubt in his heart.

"I didn't expect to be a demon repairer!" Bauhinia touched his mouth and sighed, "It seems that the war between the Creator and the Demon Lord is still going on!"

"Uh...what the hell are you talking about?" Zhong Cheng put down Uncle Wu's body and frowned.

"Ha ha, anyway, you will know in the future, so I'll tell you in advance." After a smile, Bauhinia began to explain: "The creator god, the demon and the god of death you have seen before are the three root gods of this world. The Creator represents the divine camp, the demon represents the demon camp, and the death represents the underworld.

"Since ancient times, gods and demons have been uncontained. I believe you are not unfamiliar with this truth. Therefore, the two camps represented by the Creator and the Demon Lord are opposed to each other. The underworld brought by death belongs to a third-party force and is a neutral camp. Since the two worlds of gods and demons are opposed, the human world, which is the root of everything, is naturally divided into two forces. They are the gods who represent the divine world and the demons who represent the demon world.

"But in terms of strength alone, the divine world is always a little stronger than the demon world. Therefore, in this divine continent, the status of the god zhi zhe is also a little higher than that of the demon practitioners. Therefore, people on the mainland always worship deities and despise demon practitioners. Of course, this does not affect the strength of demon practitioners. People who have the ability to become demon practitioners are definitely gods and generals. However, among the demon practitioners, the god will be called the demon general.

"Oh," after Bauhinia's explanation, Zhong Cheng nodded with his chin and looked at the corridor in front of him, questioning, "That is to say, the person in front of him will never be stronger than me, right?"