Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 112: Yan Jie

After watching the middle-aged alchemist's head cut off, the white-bearded old man Fake Huang Ping was relieved. He took a deep breath at first, then released the black air condensed in his hand, and took out a small bamboo tube from his arms. He poured all the medicinal powder in the bamboo tube into his mouth, and after swallowing it, his breath was relieved.

Fake Huang Ping, who was relieved, saluted the position of King Huainan and said, "Your Highness, the assassin has been robbed by the old man. In order to prevent there are assassins and comrades, please return to the fief as soon as possible..."

"Then don't go, let's talk about what happened last night." Before Fake Huang Ping finished his words, a disgraceful old guy had come down from the mountain, and it was on it that he watched the drama for a long time. of return or not. Looking at the dazed fake Huang Ping, the old guy smiled at him, then waved his hand, and said, "Don't look at me like that, I didn't say anything about you. If you have a problem with that person last night, you don't have to seem to burn yourself now. The pig is the same."

After finishing speaking, Gui Bugui turned around and said to the King of Huainan, "If it wasn't for the last leak, I would have thought you would hide it so deeply. Why, it's already like this, you still have to Continue to install it?"

"Don't be rude to His Royal Highness King Huainan!" Fake Huang Ping yelled at Gui Bugui after seeing this, and then a black qi burst out from his palm. Just like before, the black gas changed into a bronze sword and held it in the hands of fake Huang Ping. Just as he was holding the black gas bronze sword and was about to slash at Gui Bugui, a mean voice came from the air, "I heard that you are afraid of thunder and fire... right?"

At the same time as this voice fell, there was a sudden explosion in the sky. Just when Fake Huang Ping was concentrating on guarding against thunderstorms from the sky, the white-haired young man suddenly appeared behind him. In between, he waved his hand at the fake Huang Ping casually, and a bolt of lightning with the thickness of his wrist surrounded by countless sparks shot out of his palm.

Fake Huang Ping has only seen someone use magic to lure down the thunder, so he hits lightning horizontally, let alone see him, he has never even heard of it. At the moment, the fake Huang Ping was hit by this lightning before he had time to make a defensive action. The whole person flew out a dozen feet backwards before falling to the ground.

When Wu Mian made his move, he didn't even look when he returned or not. His eyes were fixed on the people opposite the King Huainan. After seeing the horrified expressions on the faces of these people, he said with a smile: "After not seeing you for so many years, you still love acting so much. This show has already been played, do you want to continue acting?"

After he finished speaking, King Huainan sighed softly, and said to the old guy in front of him: "This old gentleman, why are you so **** each other? This king..."

Before the King of Huainan finished speaking, one of the two men in black wearing cloaks beside him said, "Your Highness, this old man is talking to me." After saying this, the men in black have separated. The guards came out. As he walked, he took off the cloak that was placed on his head, revealing a bald head full of pockmarks. The bald head looked at Gui Bugui and said, "I can't believe that your thief's eyes are still so smart. I have already restrained the little alchemist with a spell. I didn't expect you to find it. Well, since you have seen it, then I don't have to hide it anymore, if you don't go back, don't you still salute when you see your elders?"

"I knew it was your old man." Gui Bugui laughed, but he didn't mean to salute at all. Turning back to Wu Mian, he grimaced the most, and then said: "This is the person we met last night who was possessed by the overlord's soul. This old man was called Yan Jie when he was a alchemist, and I still have to call him. Uncle..."

The two people had already suspected that they were people of Xu Fuping's generation, but Wu Mian was not too surprised at this time. After looking up and down the pock-marked bald man, he said to Gui Bugui, "Is that your uncle who was almost beaten to death by Guan Wuming? Why did Guan Wuming beat him..."

Yan Jie was originally standing opposite the two of them, waiting for the two of them to give him a big gift. He didn't expect the gift to come, and the two even sang and laughed at him. Gui Bugui, the uncle, sank his face on the spot, staring at these two people with cold eyes. He didn't know the details of Wu Mian, so he just said to Gui Bugui, "Do you want to entertain me too?"

When I said this, with this Yan Jie as the center, the ground within a few hundred meters began to tremble violently. The ground beside Wu Mian and Gui Bugui's feet began to crack, and after a while, there was no land around them where they could completely put down the cracked feet.

At this time, Wu Mian was a little surprised. Looking at this hand alone, it is not as unbearable as what Guibugui said before.

Seeing the two of them finally stopped, Yan Jie snorted coldly, and said to Gui Bugui: "I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years, and then I heard that you were detained by Xu Fu? What? Yes. Your master conscience found out that he put you back before he left, or did someone rescue you?"

Speaking of this, Yan Jie paused for a while, he tilted his head to look at Wu Mian, and then continued: "According to Xu Fu's temper, he will not take the initiative to let you go, so it is this little child who rescued you. Don't you have to ask me to ask, will you introduce this kid? Come on, he is Xu Fushou's closed disciple, right? Even if I am no longer within the gate wall, I am not an alchemist but also your elder. The corresponding gift m`?”

"It's not that I don't say it, I'm afraid that your old man will be unhappy..." Gui Bugui grinned. Although he said that he was afraid that Yan Jie would be unhappy, he still said the following words: "You The little one is the first disciple of Dafang Shiyan's wailing, so if you think about it...you look at the old man and call it..."

Although he belongs to the old and not serious type, he has never messed with his seniority. But no matter how Yan Jie looked at it, this white-haired young man did not look like the disciple of the first Dafang Master. Just when Yan Jie hesitated, the voice of King Huainan came from behind: "Mr. Yan, you can't stay here for a long time. King Qi didn't get the news that this king is dead, and he will definitely send follow-up troops to come here. For the next thing, please sir. Make plans..."

Yan Jie turned around and saluted King Huainan, and then said to him: "Your Highness, these two people have some origins. And the root of this sacrifice lies in these two people. Your Highness, please bear with me. It's not too late to leave after Xiang Yu has been dealt with. Please rest assured, Your Highness, King Qi's diners seem to be normal to him. Wenliang, who was still a little bit of Taoism, has died, and the rest are not afraid."

It seems that King Huainan still has a taboo on Yan Jie, and after listening to him, he has no intention of urging him. After saying that Mr. Lao Yan was there, he took his guards back several dozen feet. For fear that the two sides will make a move for a while, and he will hurt the King of Huainan again.

After seeing King Huainan hiding away, Yan Jie turned around, looked at Wu Mian and Gui Bugui and said, "No matter whether you are Yan Weihou or Xu Fu's disciple, now call out Xiang Yu's soul. Give this soul to me, and no one here can hurt a single hair of you."

"I remember that you were kicked out of the door by Xu Fu when the princes and kings came too close. I can't believe that after not seeing you for so many years, you still can't get rid of this old problem." Yan Jie, who came down, continued: "It seems that you are determined to protect the King of Huainan. This sacrifice to the river is to show the assassin of King Qi. What about Xiang Yu? A soul who has been fascinated by his mind for 16 years. , why did you keep him until now?"

Seeing that Yan Jie, who was sneering, didn't mean to answer, the old guy smiled and continued: "Then let me guess, you should have been fascinated by the overlord's mind. He killed Wujiang himself. But no You have received Xiang Yu's soul and worshipped for 16 years. This is not your usual practice. Then there is only one solution. There is something in Xiang Yu's soul that keeps you all worried..."