My wife is a sword god

Ye Luoting was so frightened that he screamed when blood splashed on his face.

After all, City Lord Ye Heng had seen strong winds and waves. He was not frightened by the battle in front of him. Instead, he shouted: "Shut up!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Luoting hurriedly covered his mouth with his palms, but his trembling body still showed how scared he was at this moment.

"Since your Excellency is here, there is no need to hide. Anyway, all the masters in the mansion have probably died at your hands, and the two of us do not pose any threat to you." Ye Heng looked around carefully as he spoke.

"Oh? How do you know they are dead?" The person in the shadow became interested.

"The sound my son made just now was so loud. With the ears of the seventh-grade warriors in my house, they would have heard it and rushed over immediately. However, there was no movement outside. Apart from the fact that they are dead, I can't think of any other reason. Possibility." Ye Heng looked ugly.

There was a clear sound of applause in the shadows, which seemed extremely harsh in this night.

"I thought City Lord Ye was a loser, but I didn't expect he still had some brains." After the words fell, three heads were thrown into the lobby. Each head and face was bleeding from the orifices, with a look of horror on their faces.

Seeing this scene, Ye Luoting was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground and his crotch became wet.

Ye Heng clenched his right fist and gritted his teeth. The three heads on the ground were none other than the three seventh-grade warriors in the city lord's palace!

At this moment, the shadow of the pillar in the hall suddenly shook. Within a moment, the shadow stood up and gradually transformed into a man wearing a red ghost mask, long gray hair, wearing a black and white robe, and hanging from his waist. Countless figures with palms and big skulls.

Ye Hengqiang pretended to be calm and asked carefully: "I have no enmity with you, why are you so cruel?"

"Collecting people's money to help them eliminate disasters. Do you still remember Tang Xuan, the son of the Minister of War, who came here a few days ago?" A cold voice came from under the ghost's face.

"Of course I remember that when Mr. Tang came, I waited for him to be entertained and looked up to him. Even when he left, we saw him off all the way.

But I don't understand, what does this have to do with you coming to me? "

"You really don't know?" A strong sense of oppression came from the shadows.

Ye Heng's face was pale, and big beads of sweat fell from his forehead: "I, really don't know."

The ghost-faced man walked out of the shadows and came to Ye Heng. Under the huge pressure, the latter felt that the red ghost face seemed to be alive. He opened his bloody mouth and exposed his sharp fangs, trying to devour him.

"You really don't know?" the ghost-faced man asked again.

Ye Heng shook his head desperately when he heard this. At this moment, he was speechless.

The ghost-faced man stared for a moment, put away his pressure, paced back and forth in the hall, and then said slowly: "Master Tang, he did not return to Fengtian City."

"What?!" Ye Heng's eyes widened. He thought of a possibility, and cold sweat instantly wet his back, but he still had a trace of luck: "Maybe Mr. Tang has something to do, so he didn't return to Fengtian City immediately. uncertain."

The ghost-faced man sneered: "His soul-drawing lamp is out."

The so-called soul-drawing lamp is a method of the Hundred Ghost Taoism. They can peel off a strand of soul thread from a living person and fuse it with the wick to make a soul-drawing lamp. As long as the soul-drawing lamp goes out, it means that the soul thread The owner is dead!

Ye Heng was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground: "Sir, this matter has nothing to do with me. I was definitely not the one who killed Mr. Tang. Please spare my life!"

"Of course I know it wasn't you who killed him. You don't have the courage yet. However, Mr. Tang came into contact with you and you failed to protect his safety. Do you think you should die?"

Ye Luoting on the side was so frightened that he lost his mind after hearing this.

Ye Heng's face changed from gloomy to bright, and finally he put his hands on the ground and stood up with difficulty: "If you really want to kill me, you can do it from the beginning. After telling me so much, you still think that I have some value.

Sir, it doesn't matter, as long as I can do it, I will go through fire and water, no matter what. "

The ghost-faced man nodded: "I like talking to smart people. You saved a life for me. I was ordered to come here with two tasks. Although I can complete it by myself, it will take some effort. "

Ye Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "Sir, what do you need me to do for you?"

"First, I want you to find a man named Li Yang in Jinyang City, and then tell me his location.

Second, find a way to kill Qin Feng, the eldest son of the Qin family, and bring his body to me! "

Ye Heng was shocked at first, and then said with a complex expression: "To be honest, sir, the three masters in my house have died in your hands, and Qin Feng is always protected by a seventh-grade guard. I really have no choice."

When the ghost-faced man heard this, he snapped his fingers, and then an incredible scene appeared.

Ye Heng was shocked when he saw three figures walking towards the courtyard outside the hall. These three figures were clearly not human beings, but bodies without heads. They were the corpses of three seventh-grade warriors!

But even the heads are gone, how can these three broken bodies move?

The three broken bodies walked into the hall, picked up their own heads, and then pressed them on the neck again, with a charming smile on their faces. Seeing this, Ye Luoting fainted from fear.

Ye Heng has lived for most of his life and has never seen such a weird thing. Even the Hundred Ghost Tradition has never heard of such a method of bringing the dead back to life!

The ghost-faced man said coldly: "From now on, these three puppet corpses will be under your control. Their strength is only slightly stronger than when they were alive, and they are more than enough to deal with the seventh level."

"I understand, I will find a way to use the three of them to kill Qin Feng! May I ask, sir, how do you call him?"

"Thousand puppets."

The next day, Qin Feng yawned and opened the door. He smelled the wine in the teacup in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

After a night of trying, he finally distilled an extremely pure spirit. What he had to do now was to find a reliable distillery, teach him this distillation method, and then mass-produce mellow spirits.

Once successful, Wangyueju's profits will surely be raised to a new level.

However, Qin Feng also understood that it was not easy to find a reliable wine shop. After all, in Jinyang City, the city lord was the biggest official, and basically no wine shop would dare to go against the city lord's mansion.

"The wine in Wangyueju can only last for three days. It's time to find a winery. Since all the big wineries in the city have been bribed by the city lord's mansion, maybe I can go to the Demon Slaying Department and ask Mr. Sizheng. He might know where to buy it. Small wineries that no one cares about can take over the brewing business.”

After thinking about it, Qin Feng was about to leave the Qin Mansion, but happened to meet his father when he was looking for Lan Ningshuang.

With the tip of his nose, the latter immediately smelled the wine in the tea cup. It was extremely pure liquor. After taking a sip, he felt a little ecstasy and immediately became interested: "Feng'er, what do you think of this wine?" Where did you buy it?”

After hearing this, Qin Feng told the story of the brewing process in detail, as well as the difficulties Wangyue Residence encountered at the moment.

Qin Jian'an thought for a moment and suddenly said: "I know there is a small wine shop, maybe you can go there and try it."