The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

The flag-raising platform that no longer has a waving red flag is covered with dust. No one has set foot on it for who knows how many years. It is an extremely dilapidated scene. The concrete floor of the flag-raising platform is covered with leaves and dust. It has been aged for a long time. The smell of rotting leaves.

At this time, the dilapidated flag-raising platform had become even more chaotic. All kinds of black dog blood and rooster blood had been splashed all over the ground. The black, black and red blood splashed on the ground looked very dirty and ugly, and there was a bloody smell. The smell is mixed with the rancid smell, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Why do I feel so useless!" Feng Yamei covered her nose and stood under the flag-raising platform with a muffled voice and an embarrassed expression. "Except for the smell getting worse and worse, there is no change at all. I said you are really How long have you been bleeding these damn things?"

Su Mengmeng held the mobile phone with the flashlight on in one hand and the flashlight in the other. She bent over and inspected the flag-raising platform inch by inch. She even searched carefully on the cement steps and surrounding areas of the flag-raising platform, but she still found nothing. After cleaning up the leaves and other debris on the flag-raising platform, there was only a stained cement floor without any abnormalities.

The flag-raising platform was made of concrete. Su Mengmeng didn't see any magic circles or nodes at all. Unless those things were sealed in the cement, she really didn't know where else to hide things. Obviously she had already I've looked everywhere.

Hao Mingjun and Yan Xingping had just cleared away the leaves and other debris on the flag-raising platform. At this time, they were so tired that they sat on the ground to rest unceremoniously. Seeing Su Mengmeng shaking her head in disappointment, Yan Xingping persisted in picking up the flag-raising platform. Meng Yangbo looked at the black dog blood contributed by Hao Mingjun and said, "Stop it."

"It's useless to pour it on. The smell is still so bad, so don't waste your energy." Yan Xingping rolled his eyes, "Since your mother and your uncle both know this, why didn't your mother teach you anything? I'm not telling you, why don't you still No president or vice-president knows much. "But Meng Yangbo is the one who truly has a family background.

Meng Yangbo stopped and continued to pour black dog blood on the surface of the flag-raising platform. His eyes were a little awed and a little disgusted: "My mother swore that she would never touch these things again. She can't teach me, just I was asked to study my uncle’s relics. I tried to look at them, but I thought they were too bloody and evil, so I didn’t study them in depth.”

After a pause, Meng Yangbo seemed to have thought of something, and the gloomy look on his face became heavier: "This old school building is going to be demolished, so my mother asked me to solve it immediately. Humph, you think she means well, No, she’s just afraid that something will happen and she will be implicated.”

Speaking of this, Meng Yangbo's brows flashed with a bit of irritation, but he stopped talking. After taking a deep breath, he turned his head and tightened the stopper of the bottle in his hand, and returned the remaining black dog blood and rooster blood. I gave it to Hao Mingjun and never mentioned this topic again.

"Where did you get so much black dog blood? You don't carry a bag of it, do you?" Meng Yangbo roughly stuffed the glass bottle in Hao Mingjun's backpack into Hao Mingjun's backpack, and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, "You don't know how?" Did you go and kill the dog? I'm going to sue you for dog abuse."

Hao Mingjun looked innocent: "I don't. The neighborhood where my home is located is in the old city. There is an uncle who pretends to be blind and sets up a fortune-telling stall nearby. He keeps two black dogs' blood at home specifically for bloodletting and selling. I save it." All my pocket money is spent on this, I have been saving for several months to have these stupid things.”

Meng Yangbo's men's movements quickened, and his disgust was evident. He shook his hands several times, his expression extremely ugly. Originally, he was just muttering casually to change the subject, but who would have thought that he would hear such a reply from Hao Mingjun: "Damn, isn't your black dog blood fresh? It's been there for a few months, no wonder it smells so bad!"

Even water that has been left out for several months is not clean, let alone blood? Fortunately, Hao Mingjun carried these things on his back, which was really unscrupulous. Meng Yangbo simply stepped down from the flag-raising platform. He was so disgusted when he thought that he was surrounded by these things when he was responsible for splashing blood.

Yan Xingping scratched his face and did not ask about Meng Yangbo's mother, nor did he express any opinions on the black dog blood. He just looked at Chi Zhi, who had been holding his chin with one hand and the other without knowing what he was thinking. What: "Have you thought of anything? You've been posing for a long time, but you can tell us something useful."

Chi Zhi hummed and hesitated for a while before saying: "I was thinking from that person's perspective just now. If I wanted to hide something important, I would definitely consider safety and not being discovered. Two o'clock."

"So you figured out where he hid his stuff?"

Chi Zhi frowned, with a trace of hesitation on his face: "Not yet, because I really can't think of a place to hide things on the flag-raising platform. You can see everything here. Unless it is sealed in cement, how can you hide it? In fact, it is also said It’s uncertain, it’s possible that the flag-raising platform was renovated and someone tampered with it.”

Chi Zhi's guess made Yan Xingping and Su Mengmeng feel ashamed. If that node is sealed in cement, who knows where it will be sandwiched? They can't dismantle the entire flag-raising platform. Even if they can, they can't dismantle it. And the only one who has this ability... Will Xuan Yuan, who is obviously watching the show, help? They dare not look forward to it.

"Impossible." When everyone looked at each other in frustration, a muffled voice sounded, with a tone mixed with disgust and avoidance, "I have seen from his notes that those nodes cannot be sealed and placed, otherwise they will not be useful. ." He thought hard for a while, pinched his eyebrows and suddenly said excitedly, "I remembered that the node arranged here should be the hair of the corpse mother."

Meng Yangbo's words cheered up Chi Zhi: "You should have told me earlier!" He raised his head and his eyes fell on the top of the tall flag-raising pole. "If it is hair, it is not allowed to get entangled on the flag-raising pole." It's not noticeable. "This flagpole is very high, and there are ropes on it. If you have hair wrapped around the pole, you won't be able to spot it unless you look closely... No, you won't be able to spot it if you look closely.

Several people looked up at the top of the flagpole. It was already after eight o'clock and almost nine o'clock. No matter how bright the moonlight was tonight, it would not be possible for them to see more clearly at night than during the day, let alone The flagpole is tens of meters high and the target is small. Where can it be easily seen?

Hao Mingjun scratched his head: "I can't see it, forget it, how about we just check the flagpole."

"It's tens of meters high. Do you think you're a monkey and can climb up there?" Feng Yamei was speechless at this rough guy's words. He couldn't help but curled his lips and sarcastically said something.

Hao Mingjun, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked confused and puzzled: "I didn't say I wanted to climb up." He pointed at the flagpole, "Why don't we find a way to break it? Anyway, if this place is abandoned, there is no way. People don’t care if we vandalize public property.”

Feng Yamei: .........Yes, why do I just want to climb up?

While Feng Yamei was stunned, Hao Mingjun had already stood up from the ground and ran up to Xuan Yuan: "We seem to have found a node, but it is a bit difficult to destroy it, can you help us? If you want to watch a show, there is nothing to see if we are trapped here."

Lu Xiaoqi looked over with an indescribable expression. How could there be such a person in the world? He was not ashamed of being watched, but instead felt proud of it. He seemed so happy that he even took it for granted. Is this an excuse to ask for help?

This realm... is a bit advanced.

Xuan Yuan turned his head and glanced at Hao Mingjun with a half-smile. He did not say whether he agreed or disagreed, but asked with interest: "Why do you think I will help you?" He smiled a bit indifferently and plainly.

Hao Mingjun said honestly: "I think, since you have clearly stated that you want to watch the show, you must hope that the show will get better and better. The most important thing is..." He scratched his head, really They are a lot of honest people, "Anyway, it's just a matter of asking, so I won't lose any weight."

For such a calm and open-minded Hao Mingjun, Xuan Yuan's originally cold and indifferent face couldn't help but be stained with a sincere smile: "Forget it, I will help you."

Xuan Yuan also felt that it was not easy for the few of them to unravel the truth of this matter to this point. Although they committed suicide themselves, they all paid the price anyway. Of course, the most important thing is that Xuan Yuan thinks that Hao Mingjun's character is quite interesting, and he doesn't mind helping him casually.

Lu Xiaoqi looked at Hao Mingjun with admiration and felt that she had learned another trick. Well, if she can come into contact with more people and experience more things in the future, can she also become more like What about humans? Should I accept the notice sent by the Lord God?

With his thin lips slightly hooked, Xuan Yuan stood casually under the flag-raising platform, quite far away from the flag-raising pole. With a flick of his finger, a sword energy surged out, directly cutting through the long iron pole like a sharp blade. pole, cut the flagpole from about half a meter above the ground.

boom!

The tall flagpole fell straight down and hit the ground with a heavy sound. The fracture of the iron rod was smooth and neat, and the cut surface was very even. It was enough to imagine how terrifying it would be to cut off the flag pole with sword energy. However, this sword energy was just casually done by Xuan Yuan without paying much attention.

"Sure enough, it's at the top of the flagpole." When the flagpole tilted vertically, Chi Zhi was the first to approach it. He didn't dare to approach rashly. He just looked at it carefully from a few steps away and made sure. The top of the flagpole is indeed wrapped with a thin black braid.

The braid is made of thin, black and desolate hair. Just by looking at it, there is a shrill chill rushing over your face, making you shudder. It seems to contain endless malice and hatred, and is full of depravity. of darkness and terrible hatred.