Ye Wuchou was stunned. He carefully checked the paper man at the tip of the sword. Finally, he had to admit that this paper man was similar to the paper man who possessed them in the illusion of murder.

This person is good at voodoo pranks. Such evil techniques are different from those of evil cultivators who occupy the magpie's nest and forcefully seize the soul. The effects seem to be beyond the reach of people, but the principles are very different. It can be said that they completely divide the two schools of thought.

It is said that this poison of the gu is passed down from the Western Regions. Ye Wuqiu had a glimpse of it when he was in the Tianxuan Sword Sect, but he was only half apart from the masters of the Western Regions. The guru he used was magical and complex, secret and invisible, and could not be seen. Although such kung fu was regarded as an evil technique in the Central Plains, Ye Wuqiu was in the opinion of whether the evil merit was a pagan based on the regional cultural heritage. When looking at the guru with the purpose of "bright and righteousness" as the tone, it was naturally difficult and mysterious, secret and sinister. But from the perspective of the Western Regions, this skill was a powerful tool to defeat the enemy and was intended to be a metaphor for Feng Yang's authentic martial arts.

Therefore, in the cultural collision, there are always people who seek change by rebels such as Ye Wuqiu, who seem to be rebellious and are attracted by the art of detoxifying bees and witchcraft that has a strong and mysterious color.

Of course, in Ye Wuchou's own opinion, there is a certain limit to the inclusiveness of his ideas. For example, he cannot understand the meaning of the poisonous ritual that seizes the soul and eats the soul. This evil skill will corrupt the mind while gaining powerful power, thus making the host completely the darkness of human nature. The so-called weapon is not wrong, but the greed, desire, bloodthirsty ambition of people who use weapons. This sentence is enough to reveal the real enemy that Ge Yanwu has to face if he wants to stop the enemy.

"Dad, why did that person suddenly lose his breath?" Xiaobudian asked in Ye Wuchou's mind. Although he was lying comfortably on Ye Wuchou's arm in his sleeve, he knew everything that happened outside.

"This person has some mystery. If he traces the root of the source, his kung fu will definitely be passed down from the Western Regions. But this paper man is a bit like a puppet technique." Ye Wuchou murmured to himself. He didn't care whether he could understand it or not. He took off the paper man he had pierced with his hand and looked at it for a moment before throwing it away.

The only difference between this paper man and the paper man who killed the illusion is that there is a thick and blood-like smelly liquid inside the paper man who killed the illusion. Since the paper man who killed the illusion has all the characteristics, it is meaningless to keep the paper man in the present moment.

Ye Wuqiu looked around and then tentatively looked into the door opening, but was shocked to find that behind the door opening there was only a warehouse with no way out, with some dusty boxes stored inside.

The space here is not big or small, but because there are too many boxes stacked excessively, it gives people a sense of narrowness. Ye Wuchou looked around, and at the same time he kept fumbled on the wall with his hands, but not to mention any secret doors, there was not even a mechanism on the open.

But how did that figure get out?

He thought again, since it was called a secret door, it must have a hidden nature that is difficult to find, so it is naturally difficult to find. Moreover, space shuttles may be rare, but it is not without it. There are many talented people and strangers. How can a small warehouse trap them?

Thinking of this, Ye Wuchou felt annoyed. Not only did he not find out who the killer was, he almost died here. It was really not worth it!

"Well, I think it will take more than half an hour to go there. While there are not many people in the auction hall, go out quickly to avoid being suspicious." Ye Wuqiu walked quickly, took two steps at a time, and soon appeared on the stone steps.

As soon as he showed up, he met the eager eyes of several people.

"Sir, why did you come up just after you go down? Is there anything wrong?" Fcrolo hurriedly approached and asked.

Ye Wuchou was very surprised when he heard this. Logically speaking, after he went down for a while, he was delayed in the illusion for so long, why did Fkro say this? He immediately glanced at the audience seats at the auction hall and was shocked to find that there was no one, and there were some people who were also going out.

"How long will I go down?" Ye Wuchou looked a little disbelief.

"What's wrong, you've just got down." Fcrolo said with concern, "Is there any problem? Isn't it?"

Ye Wuchou smiled bitterly and retelled what he had seen and heard before, and the four of them felt deeply bizarre.

"Can you say that the time in the illusion is different from the time in the real world?" Ye Wuchou made such a guess.

"It's not that there is no such possibility." Huo Jie expressed his opinion. Then they covered the iron gate and walked outside the auction venue. Huo Jie said as he walked: "I think the reason why the illusion is illusion is actually to make the opponent think that the environment he sets is real. If I am the spellcaster of the illusion, then the rules are all set by me. As long as I am smart and necessary, I will make you believe that you have become a yellow girl."

After saying this, several people laughed and Fkro said: "The great master said it is reasonable, and the illusion is just to use some means to induce your control of the mind to invisibly deviate, thereby achieving the effect the caster wants from the side."

"Sometimes I feel that human thinking and spirit are the real powerful power that can distort the void and the sky and the sea of ​​slaughter." Ye Wuchou recalled the scene of the game in the illusion when he heard this, and looked at the scene of the game in the illusion. He looked at the backbone with all his backbone, and flew as he wanted, flying in the ancient times, attached to mountains and rivers, and confining the universe. The magnificent scenes of various shapes and the horrifying and murderous aura are all transformed by the spirit. It can be said that the spirit is a bridge for communication between one's own body and the world, and the powerful powers who are good at making the illusion block people's audio-visuals, making people feel as if they are familiar with each other but enjoy themselves. Isn't it a powerful killer move that is powerful and powerful?

Fcrore smiled and said, "Sir, it's all right to say this. I will never think that the personality proud of the world is the greatest power. The shining light that shines for all ages and flows with the eternal rivers is the eternal and magnificent golden crow! This is much more magnificent than using spirit to attack each other's fierce attacks."

Ye Wuchou gave a thumbs up and expressed his agreement: "It's like Taoism has been fond of studying the principles of heaven and man since ancient times. This great way also has a little trick to catch monsters and capture ghosts, drive away evil spirits and avoid evil spirits.

As he talked like this, Ye Wuchou relaxed unknowingly, and the strong tension gradually eased. He was excited when he was talking and suddenly saw Huo Lingchang's sweet face full of desire to speak, as if he was in a battle between heaven and man, and the object she was about to speak was herself.

Seeing Ye Wuchou's eyes facing him, Huo Lingchang immediately withdrew his gaze as if he was electrocuted.

What's wrong with this girl? What can I say to me? Ye Wuchou smiled slightly, immediately stopped the topic and walked to Huo Lingchang, and asked, "Is there anything I want to tell me?

Huo Lingchang's full heaven was smooth and charming. Looking down from Ye Wuchou's perspective, he saw that the girl lowered her head slightly, her cheeks were blushing, and her weird eyes turned around and left and right to show her inner uneasiness.

"Ye...oh no, it's Lord Paladin, I didn't want to tell you." Huo Lingchang stammered, and the final words were fulfilled as if he had to muster up his courage.

"Oh?" Ye Wuqiu suddenly felt a little strange. Although he had not paid much attention to Huo Lingchang because of trivial matters since climbing to the safe place on the mountain in the storm of the ancient battlefield ruins, his feeling at this time was like a clear understanding of the dust, which was particularly noticeable. "Don't call me Mr. Ye when I'm in this informal time, I'd better call me Mr. Ye, it's easy to hear."

Huo Lingchang was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then said incoherently: "Abide by the order! Lord Paladin, oh no, Mr. Ye!

Although Ye Wuchou was surprised by Huo Lingchang's deliberate alienation, he felt sincere pity for Yiren in front of him. He smiled like a spring breeze and said, "If you have anything to do, you can speak out to me directly. If someone bullies you, tell me and your brother, we will not forgive him."

After saying that, he did not delay. Ye Wuchou turned around and walked forward with everyone.

Huo Lingchang was about to say something, but raised his head, but for some reason he suppressed the topic again. She tangled her hands in front of her lower abdomen and followed her tightly.

The outside of the Jiuchongtian Auction was very lively, and there were many well-known figures gathered here. They could be said to be rich in their pockets. They waved their hands and threw them out without any hesitation. This attracted many small vendors to come and try their luck.

Several people avoided their eyes and ears, walked along the corner of the wall, and walked around the corner of the street, and then went to the tailor shop. They did not wear masks anymore, after all, the masks had been swaying. As we all know, under such masks are powerful Douhuang masters with great cultivation. Even the famous Thunder Emperor could not win over his sharpness.

"Boss, change me a new set of clothes." Ye Wuchou smiled warmly.

The tailor is a fat middle-aged man. His chubby head looks very friendly. Instead of wearing tinted glasses because of the ragged clothes of the five people, he said more kindly: "Young man, what kind of clothes do you want? Some clothes are very expensive."

Ye Wuchou was about to take out a few taels of silver, but a woman turned out of the inner room. The woman pinched her waist with her hands, and her arrogant look was beyond words. She was about to scold the tailor, but she saw Ye Wuchou and others.

"Little beggar? Oh, old hour, you make me hungry all day long, but you have the leisure to play with the little beggar. Did you say I married you and have a good life? My daughter was just growing up and cardamom is waiting to marry. Old hour, you hurry up and get over. Our small business profit is meager, but there is no time to talk nonsense." The woman was immediately arrogant, as if she was about to swallow the tailor, and the tailor was speechless after a spitting spit.
Chapter completed!