Zhen Zhidao, who was wrapped into a "mummy", finally saved his life.

The turtle shell Zhen Zhidao carried on his back was not an ordinary magic weapon, but a part of his body.

When Shi Jing pulled out his turtle shell, it was equivalent to peeling off a layer of his skin. The pain was naturally self-evident. Zhen Zhidao was lucky enough to be able to survive. .

But even if he survives, his strength will be greatly reduced. Whether he can continue to stay in the Twenty-Eight Constellations is still a question.

At this time, Zhen Zhidao was placed in a wheelchair. The rough man who rescued him pushed the wheelchair and said:

"The boss wants to see you."
< br />Zhen Zhidao said weakly: "I also want to see the boss."

Thinking with his toes, he knew that the boss wanted to see Zhen Zhidao in order to understand what happened in the ghost market.

But Zhen Zhidao was pitted badly by Yan Shou this time, and he was holding back the blood feud in his stomach. He wished he could see the boss immediately, and then tell all the details of the past, waiting for the boss to avenge himself.

The two walked through a narrow alley. Even in broad daylight, it was gloomy and damp, and the cold wind passed through the alley, making people shiver.

The rugged man pushed Zhen Zhidao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to a paper shop in an alley.

There were many paper people, paper horses, and paper sedans piled in the shop. The small shop could not fit so many things, and they were even placed outside the shop.

In the shop, an old man who looked to be in his fifties was holding a cigarette butt and silently making paper figurines.

He sat on a small bench, concentrating on tying up a paper man, and then used a brush to draw a human face on the paper man's face.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when the old man finished drawing the eyes, Zhen Zhidao seemed to see the paper man’s eyes turn and then stare at him.

This is not an illusion.

Zhen Zhidao came back to his senses.

The old man in front of them is their boss, the Jiaomu Jiao who ranks first among the twenty-eight constellations, and is also the paper maker of the folk sect.

It is said that Jiaomujiao is the oldest and strongest among the existing paper-makers.

Of course Zhen Zhidao would not doubt the strength of the boss Jiao Mujiao.

He endured the pain and waited quietly for the Jiaomu Jiao to finish the work in hand.

Finally, when the smoke in Jiaomu Jiao’s mouth was almost burning, he completed a paper man.

Gently place the paper man on the ground, take off the cigarette butt, put it under your feet and stamp it out.

He stood up, glanced at Zhen Zhidao, and then waved, signaling the rough man to push Zhen Zhidao in.

As the wheelchair entered the shop, Jiaomu Jiao clapped his hands again.

The paper figures in the shop all came to life, jumping up and down, and starting to clean up the shop with weird steps.

In less than a minute, the paper people closed the door of the shop.

In the dark shop, Jiaomujiao lit another cigarette and asked coldly: "Where are the others?"

"They all died in the ghost market. ." Zhen Zhidao said sadly.

“Tell me the whole story.”

“Okay.”

Zhen Zhidao gritted his teeth and recounted all his experiences in the ghost market. Speak up.

It’s just that Zhen Zhidao didn’t actually understand the whole thing. He just described what he encountered from his perspective.

Probably, Yan Shouyi borrowed a knife to kill people, and let Shi Jing and other ghost kings take action.

But Zhen Zhidao and the others were not familiar with the place. Not only did they fail to get the real Yangling Tiger Talisman, but they also risked their lives in it.

It can be said that you lose the rice by stealing the chicken, losing your wife and losing the army.

No matter how much Zhen Zhidao burst into tears, and finally begged Jiaomu Jiao to avenge him, Jiaomu Jiao listened expressionlessly the whole time. If the cigarette butts were not still burning, Zhen Zhidao would probably think that Time paused.

When Zhen Zhidao closed his mouth, Jiao Mujiao had finished smoking a cigarette. He habitually put the cigarette butt under his feet and stamped it out. Seeing this, the paper man beside him quickly handed it over again. New cigarettes and lighters.

"Boss," Zhen Zhidao begged, "Then Yan Shouyi can't stay!"

"You should leave it alone about Yan Shouyi's affairs." Jiaomu Jiao finally spoke, "The day when the imperial mausoleum is reopened is when Li Genmiao appears. Then he will naturally kill Yan Shouyi."

Although Zhen Zhidao calls Jiaomu Jiao Although he is the boss, Jiaomujiao and Li Genmiao have no superior-subordinate relationship.

It was the same with Chu Liang and the others before.

Strictly speaking, Li Genmiao is just the talker of the Xinxuanshan Sect, not the king of truth-telling.

Especially Jiaomu Jiao’s qualifications and seniority are much higher than Li Genmiao, so there is nothing wrong in calling him by his first name.

Then Jiaomu Jiao sighed:

"The Yangling Tiger Talisman is a very important part of my plan. Since you can't get it, there is nothing you can do. I can only make my disciplesSun Quan was transferred to Chang'an to fill the vacancy. "

The rugged man had already extracted the key meaning of Jiaomu Jiao's words and silently turned around to make arrangements.

When Zhen Zhidao saw this, he knew what Jiaomu Jiao was thinking. He already had a plan, so no matter what he said, Jiaomu Jiao would not pay attention to it.

But he still couldn’t help but want to remind: "Boss, Yan Shouyi is not a small person. Hushan's plan to let Li Genmiao fail, and this time he harmed me in the ghost market. If you let it go, you will definitely make a big mistake! "

"But Li Genmiao said that he would kill Yan Shouyi himself. "

Jiaomu Jiao smoked a cigarette, thought for a while, and said slowly:

"If you can't kill Yan Shouyi, then kill Kang Jinlong. He is also a descendant of Luban. , or the traitor among us. "

Zhen Zhidao originally thought there was no hope of revenge, but when he heard that Jiaomu Jiao wanted to kill Kang Jinlong, a light finally flashed in his eyes.

He hated Yan Shou One, of course he also hates Wei Changqing who is next to Yan Shouyi.

Especially, this Wei Changqing rebelled in Longhu Mountain and joined Yan Shouyi's team. Zhen Zhidao has long been unhappy with him .

If you can kill a Wei Changqing, it would be a good thing!

"What are your plans? "Zhen Zhidao couldn't help but ask.

Jiaomu Jiao shook his head. He didn't know whether he had thought it through or was unwilling to tell Zhen Zhidao.

Several paper figures were standing in the corner. Waiting beside Mu Jiao, they only have eyes for Jiao Mu Jiao, with endless admiration in their eyes.

Jiao Mu Jiao finished smoking his cigarette again. He stretched out his hand and found that the paper man next to him had forgotten Pass the cigarette to him.

Then Jiaomu Jiao smiled, picked up the lighter, and lit the paper man's body directly.

The paper man came back to his senses, Rolling on the ground in pain and silence, the other paper figures were so frightened that they quickly moved away.

After a while, the poor paper figure was burned into a ball of ashes.

Corner The wooden dragon looked at it coldly, not caring at all that the paper man was his own creation.

When the paper man was completely burned, the horned wood dragon waved his hand again, and some paper men picked it up in fear. He picked up the cigarette on the ground and handed it to Jiaomu Jiao respectfully.

Jiaomu Jiao lit the cigarette, patted Zhen Zhidao on the shoulder, and said in his ear:

"You probably won't be able to accomplish anything big if you are like this now, so why not go to Elysium as soon as possible. ”

After saying that, Jiaomu Jiao picked up a paper figure, placed it in Zhen Zhidao’s arms, and then nodded silently.Burn.