The Lord who use immortals as food

Beiqiaotou.

As Pei Ye walked to the county government office, she frowned and turned over the last two pages.

He was no longer thinking about what the immortal king wanted. Another speculation brought about by this story was occupying his entire mind.

Look carefully.

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Zhenbei Palace.

Xi Wuqiu collapsed on the ground, taking back all his energy, and quietly experienced the boundless darkness, the one after another severe pain, and the subtle spring flow in the distance, like the sound of a flute.

Suddenly he felt a force dragging his body. He raised his head and heard the girl's struggling breathing.

His tongue was completely rotten, and he relied on his true energy to speak: "If you want to live, just run away and don't worry about me."

The evil owl-like voice startled the girl and she almost let go of her hand holding him.

After realizing that he was speaking, the girl said: "You saved me, I have to save you."

"I couldn't save you, you still have to die." Xi Wuqiu said, "I just feel uncomfortable and can't bear it."

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Not afraid."

"...No matter what, you saved me anyway." The girl said stubbornly, finally dragging his body and supporting it against the wall, then walked forward and picked him up on her back.

Xi Wuqiu found that this girl was quite strong.

"You are so light." The girl said.

Not eating or drinking for more than a month is certainly not enough, not to mention that a considerable part of her body was cut off.

Xi Wuqiu felt that he had some hope at this time and said: "You take me to the courtyard wall, and I will take you over."

"No need." The girl said.

She was also injured, but her steps were still fast. When she reached the wall, she quickly searched back and forth, and finally pushed aside a patch of grass to reveal a small hole.

She pushed Xi Wuqiu in first, then pushed him out from behind.

Xi Wuqiu gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain of the wounds all over his body being rubbed by gravel, and was finally squeezed out. Then the girl quickly got out and carried him on her back again.

"Leave the city." Xi Wuqiu said.

"Yeah." The girl gasped and ran towards the city with him on her back.

After walking through the dark alleys, they finally arrived at the edge of the city. The city gate was already closed. The girl put him down and searched around the edge of the city.

Xi Wuqiu couldn't help but laugh: "You also have a hole here?"

"snort."

The girl finally found the right spot, stopped her busy steps, and moved a wooden board, but suddenly she stopped still.

Xi Wuqiu felt the atmosphere solidify: "What's wrong?"

"Being... sealed." The girl's voice was trembling.

Xi Wuqiu said: "You carry me on your back."

"Where to go?" The girl picked him up again.

Washing Wu Qiuzhen's luck, he grabbed the clothes on her back: "Don't go anywhere, cover your mouth."

The girl stretched out a hand to cover it in confusion, and the next moment, her body rose from the ground.

As soon as she let out a scream, she was immediately muffled by the girl herself, and her body felt suspended in a panic.

It was soaring into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the city wall was already at her feet. She still had time to look back - half of Yin City was in sight. It looked dark and not as big as usual.

When we set foot on the ground again, there was a small forest in front of us.

She turned around and saw the city wall behind her.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then immediately ran forward.

After running through the woods for a while, Xi Wuchou gradually heard the steady and thick sound of water - Hancao River.

When they arrived at the river, there was a house next to it. The girl put down the washing machine and climbed in gently - her movements were quite skillful - and stole a large washing basin and a wooden board.

She put Xi Wuqiu into the wooden basin, and then handed the wooden board to him: "You can float down the river. There are villages behind, and you might meet some kind-hearted people."

Xi Wuqiu was stunned for a moment: "Okay, then you run upstream. Let's separate. It won't be easy to get caught."

But the girl shook her head: "I won't run."

"...What?" Xi Wuqiu's heart clenched.

"I'm just sending you out. There are still my mother and my brother in the city. If I run away, they will suffer."

"You saved me, and they won't let your mother and brother go if you go back!"

"Then I will die with them. I can't leave them behind anyway." The girl still said in a stubborn voice, "And didn't you just say that I must die?"

"That was just now, you are now——"

"Okay, master."

Xi Wuqiu anxiously tried to persuade him, but as soon as the girl pushed him, the wooden basin floated down the river.

Her voice quickly changed from close to far away: "Thank you just now! I have... never flown before."

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The sound of water is rushing and the reeds are swaying slowly. Hancao River is not fast, it is a smooth speed.

Washing Wu Qiu leaned in the wooden basin, the sound of rustling reed leaves was heard, and the fragrance filled the surroundings.

He had been drifting for a long time, almost an hour. During the process, he was sometimes wrapped in reeds, and sometimes bumped into rocks or the shore. He used the wooden plank the girl handed him to adjust. Finally, he arrived now, and the wooden basin made a bang. He bumped into something he was expecting.

——The sound of wood hitting wood.

Xi Wuqiu raised his body and touched it. The thing that hit him was a flat platform propped in the water - yes, the dock!

Xi Wuqiu climbed up and lay on it to identify the surrounding environment by hearing.

There is the sound of wind blowing through the doors and windows, and there is a house.

But this sound is very monotonous, or rather lonely. There is no sound of boats floating gently around it, no smell of fish, no roosters crowing or dogs barking. When you concentrate your true energy on your ears, you cannot hear the presence of any residents. sign.

It's like an independent house connected to an independent dock in the wilderness.

How come someone lives in a place like this?

As soon as Xi Wuqiu was confused, a sudden flash of lightning passed through his mind.

Isn't this... the waterside pavilion where I lived when I was seeking a breakthrough? !

He propped himself up and staggered towards the door. This kind of house in the wilderness had been uninhabited for a long time. Sure enough, it had been robbed. The door lock had been removed and the door could be entered as soon as it was pushed.

But it doesn't matter, Xi Wuqiu came to the bed, stretched out his hand to fumble around, and then pressed it, and a dark box popped out.

Xi Wuqiu knew that there were some life-saving elixirs inside. He reached in and groped for a while, but his hand slipped and he touched a smooth bead first.

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"Pearl!" Black Cat shouted as he pressed Pei Ye's shoulder.

Pei Ye was speechless. This was the last sentence on the last page - the story of "The Broken Man" ended here.

How could it stop here?

Pei Ye frowned and flipped through the manuscript before finding the last two paragraphs on the back. He looked down at it solemnly.

This is a strange statement, never seen in the previous stories.

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No one knows the final fate of Xi Wuqiu.

Some people say that Xi Wuqiu was seriously injured and was unable to make up for it. He had no idea where he died.

Some people also say that he was chased by the palace's eagle dog and died.

Others say that Xi Wu Qiu is living a good life. He has found the magical skill and has since hidden himself in a remote town, waiting for the day when his cultivation level will recover and soar into the sky.

However, no matter what the outcome of the purge of Wu Qiu, the Zhenbei Palace still stands in Yincheng as always.

It has been nearly eighteen years since the day Xi Wuqiu escaped.

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At this point, this manuscript is truly content-free. Pei Ye flipped through the manuscript with some disbelief and returned to the first page of the front page. This was the time to look back.

I have been a withered ghost for eighteen years. When will I fly to the first floor of the Immortal?