Thriller Paradise Chapter 948: One drunk in life without victory

A person can learn how to communicate with the dead after staying in the arena for a long time.

The dead cannot speak, but they can still tell the living a lot.

Moreover, the dead are often more honest than the living...

At this moment, Song Wuqi is already dead, and all the people standing around his body are living.

These living people came to inspect the corpses after asking Yuan Mengzhu's instructions.

There is no doubt...They are all experts in this area.

In just a few minutes, these people learned a lot from the broken dead body.

"If you remember correctly... Fifteen years ago, Song Wuqi was thirty-seven years old."

"Yes, I am thirty-seven years old."

"He is practicing hidden weapons."

"He only practices hidden weapons."

"Kung fu with hidden weapons is easy to learn but difficult to master."

"The hidden weapon kung fu is extremely difficult to find."

"For those who practice hidden weapon kung fu, after forty years old, their external skills and realm will usually no longer improve."

"But now this fifty-two-year-old Song Wuqi, his external power is better than before..."

"Internal strength...the same."

After looking at the corpse, those people talked verbally in front of Yuan Mengzhu.

Their conclusions are ready to come out-in the past 15 years, Song Wuqi must have been advised by an expert, so he can take martial arts to a new level at an age where both physical strength and energy have missed the peak.

Of course...Even if Song Wuqi turns from a quasi-first-rate master to a first-rate master, he still cannot escape the fate of being killed by Yuan Qi in seconds.

"Dear heroes!" After a while, the leader of the Yuan organized the language, and then used his internal strength, and said loudly to the comrades in the rivers and lakes, "Everyone has seen it..." His tone was obviously inflammatory. "Not to mention the number of martial arts scums and beasts that'Hammer' has sheltered over the years, just say the Song Wuqi in front of him... 15 years after he entered the valley, his martial arts has improved a lot!"

Up to this point, the crowd has begun to talk about it.

"So it seems...this Valley of the Heart Burial is a place to hide dirt and cultivate evil!" Yuan Qi has been a martial arts leader for ten years, according to his experience. Some words must be clarified; because there are indeed many people who are so stupid that you don’t understand them if you don’t point them out. "Presumably the other scum who fled into the valley are also the same as this Song Wuqi...have already got the guidance of the'Hades'. , Skills have greatly increased. Heroes... don’t be careless!"

Speaking of this, naturally everyone understands it.

"Thank you for your reminder!"

"The leader has a foresight, and I admire it!"

Many people still slapped a few flattery words after hearing it.

And a group of people on the front line of hell...

"Let's go." Feng Bujue suddenly made a suggestion.

"Huh? Didn't you follow them?" Huama asked suspiciously. "So many free cannon fodder."

"These people are simply unreliable." Brother Jue shook his head and replied lazily, "They gathered here, some of them are for the'art of longevity', this is for'profit'; and some are for being here. He emerged in the next action. That is for the name." He paused, "Whether it is for fame or for profit, in the final analysis, it is chasing ***, not faith. When a person is at a critical point of life and death, faith may not be reliable.* *Not to mention... Simply put, if things start to get worse, staying with these people...it will be a hidden worry."

The teammates listened to him and pondered for a moment.

A few seconds later, Ruoyu first spoke: "It makes sense... The alliance formed by these gangs is inherently fragile. Every school and everyone has a selfish mind. Now they feel that the situation is favorable, so they follow Yuan. Behind the leader is flaunting power. Thinking about getting a share of the pie afterwards... But once the situation changes, these people will show fox tails." She paused for half a second, watching Xiao Tan and Hua said inwardly, "For example... The better sects may then unite to frame some of the sects that are guilty of them, or use the weaker sects to attack...forcibly let the other party be cannon fodder."

"Uh..." Xiao Tan heard the words, his expression changed slightly, "'The weak pie'...that is Pojian Chaliao..."

"What is Pojian Chaliao?" Huajian asked suspiciously.

"Hey...we are Pojian Chaliao." Feng Bujue replied with a smile.

"Huh?" Huajian was stunned, but she quickly thought of what Ruoyu had said before...about having been in this world before, she immediately said. "Oh...Is that the identity you used when you came to this world last time?"

"Yes, I am the Lao Master, and you are all my apprentices." Feng Bujue said, and gestured towards Ruoyu. "This is Mrs. Laozhu."

"Laozhu's wife and other settings are now unnecessary, right?" Ruo Yu said.

Indeed, when in Cangling Town, Ruoyu acquiesced in order to cooperate with Feng Bujue's excuse for making murder.

"Don't care about the details~" Feng Bujue spread out his hands and responded with an expression that could raise the base strength by ten percentage points.

"Okay, don't you want us to leave the main force? Then quickly lead the way." If Yu didn't want to talk about this topic with him, so he brought the topic back. "Presumably you have already figured out where you are going to make this suggestion?"

"Huh... of course." Feng Bujue tilted his head and glanced at the woods on the left of everyone, "Song Wuqi should come from here."

The teammates looked over there together, only to see the jumbled trees, and there was no obvious path.

Of course, after a few seconds, Xiao Tan opened her eyes wide and said: "Oh! There are indeed traces left!"

"What are you yelling!" Feng Bujue hurriedly stepped forward and covered his mouth, "for fear that others might not notice us?"

To be honest...no one really paid attention to them. The big brothers in front of the rivers and lakes are not masters and legends single-handedly walking the rivers and lakes, or master-level masters in charge of the high school. The followers they bring around are also the disciples or cronies with the highest grades and martial arts. It can be said that... the people gathered here today are all the best of the same generation. Such a group of people, how can you have the time to pay attention to and pay attention to the few little-known juniors of you? The ghost knows where you came from the mountain pie... It’s too late for people to show their faces in front of the lord and ask for credit. Where are you bird people and stay cool.

So...

After a brief roundabout and observation, Feng Bujue and the others broke away from the brigade of hundreds without knowing it. They also left the road that ran through the valley and turned into the forest.

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Like most masters who use hidden weapons, Song Wuqi's light work is not bad. In the complex terrain of the mountains and forests, it is difficult to trace his traces. Although Yuan Qi can detect the opponent's real-time position internally, he cannot find out the route the opponent has taken before.

But... this is easy for Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi.

One of them has a data perspective. The other has eagle-eye vision. For them, the more complicated the terrain, the lower the difficulty of tracking.

To make a long story short. After more than twenty minutes of trekking, the four people on the front line of **** finally walked out of the dense forest and came to a relatively wide mountain col.

At this time, the sun has completely set.

The haze, which has lost the sun's rays, presents a soft, cool tone similar to moonlight.

The haze is cold and beautiful.

The hearts of the players seem to have calmed down with the changes in the surrounding tones.

"Cut... disappeared..."

Finally. By the side of a small river, the traces left by Song Wuqi disappeared, and Brother Jue immediately screamed unhappily.

"I don't think it matters." Huama said at this time. "There are people living in this valley all year round. Those people's lives must be inseparable from the water source. As long as we walk up the river, we should have a high probability of being able to Arrive at the villa in the opening CG.

"That's right." Ruoyu agreed with her inference, "Maybe Song Wuqi's trace disappeared here, which is just hinting...he came along the river."

"It makes sense!" Xiao Tan also continued, "Maybe he has the kind of martial arts that can lick the water and cross the river with a reed, and he can float all the way."

Feng Bujue heard this sentence. Immediately sighed with a false eye: "That's why you can't be a detective."

"Huh?" Xiao sighed back, "Why?"

"Because people with a little reasoning ability, before thinking of Yiwei crossing the river, they will first think about whether the other party will come by bamboo raft or boat." Feng Bujue replied sharply. .

"That's not right." Xiao Tan asked again, "If Song Wuqi came by boat, then...what about the boat?"

"I was rowed away." Feng Bujue replied, "Who stipulated that Song Wuqi had to row down by himself? It's normal that there are others on the boat, right?"

"Um..." Xiao Tan smiled awkwardly, "Hey...That's right."

After complaining about his teammates, Jue Ge led the team up the stream.

On this lingering autumn night, walking in the damp fog. The players' hair, face and clothes are naturally gradually covered with a layer of frost.

The moisture quickly turned into a bit of chill, making their spirits more vigorous.

Because of the relatively gentle terrain along the river, the four of them traveled much faster than in the forest. They walked several kilometers in less than half an hour.

Subsequently. In front of them, a Wang Qingquan appeared.

It is a small pond surrounded by all kinds of strange rocks. The river passes through the two ends of the stone pond. The terrain of the upper reaches suddenly increases, and the lower reaches gradually level down.

At the moment, on the edge of the stone pond. There was actually a figure... standing alone.

It was a thin figure, dressed in a white gown.

He put his left hand behind his back, clenched his fist to cushion his waist, and his right hand...holding a hip flask.

He silently looked at the Shitan in front of him, taking a drink from the flask from time to time.

In the Shitan, there is only water, and there is no moon in the water. No one knew what he was looking at, and no one thought there was anything good to see here.

But... he has been standing here for a long time with great interest, and he has no intention of leaving at all.

"Huh?" When there were a hundred meters away, the person noticed the players.

But it wasn't until Feng Bujue that they were within ten meters of them, that he slowly turned his head and said, "This is really...there is a meeting everywhere in the world."

Before the other party spoke, Brother Jue recognized him, so now Brother Jue clasped his fists calmly and said: "Feng, I have seen Father Cao."

That's right, the man standing beside Shitan drinking is Cao Qin.

"Farewell to the Forbidden City, it's been more than ten years..." Cao Qin said, "The lord of the liao is worthy of a strange person in the world. He can hide his name in the world and has no news for decades... and every time I see When I am, I still look like youth."

As he spoke, he turned around.

Of course, in the next second, Cao Qin's expression changed, and he said softly "Huh?"

"Haha..." Feng Bujue smiled. He knew that the opponent would only be puzzled after seeing his teammates and not getting old, so he explained, "Duke Cao guessed right...I broke the sword. The martial arts of Chaliao is indeed beneficial for life and longevity, so my apprentice is also one with me..."

Unexpectedly, before his words were over, Cao Qin interrupted: "Isn't your wife dead?"

"Uh..." Feng Bujue suddenly thought that in the Forbidden City and Xuhuaishang singled out, in order to gain a fashionable value, he did say "Buried me and my wife together" such lines, "... …Well, in fact, she is not dead."

"Huh?" Cao Qin asked suspiciously again, "Then the girl who was succumbing to shame in the past, was obsessed with you knowing that your wife was not dead?"

As soon as I said this, the whole world...is quiet.

About five seconds later, all the live broadcast platforms are like a frying pan, ushering in what may be the most terrifying round of barrage in the history of game live broadcast.

"Oh?" Ruoyu squinted at him blankly and cast a murderous look at Brother Chaojue, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes..." Hanama looked at him a little gleefully, "...what else?"

"Huh?" Xiao Tan answered curiously, "Is there anything else?"

"No...that...actually..." Feng Bujue said to Cao Qin hesitatingly, "She didn't know that she was not dead yet."

"Then why are you hiding it?" Cao Qin said, "If you tell that girl Xu...my wife is not dead, maybe she won't come to pester you again." He said that, seemingly suddenly What came to mind, "Hold on... Could it be ~ IndoMTL.com~ Are you trying to get caught? You didn't intend to tell her that your wife is alive?" He paused, "Or... Miss Xu has already revealed to you that she is willing to do it. Small? So you did the opposite?"

"Fuck..." Feng Bujue was shocked at the time. He cursed in his heart, "How many organs will you grow if you don't say a few words, a dead eunuch? You are still so gossip and **** when you are old. And my memory is so good... Is this killing me?"

"Hmm..." At this moment, Ruoyu said thoughtfully, "I seem to suddenly understand...Why would you call her the fourth aunt in the harem city."

Actually, she might have guessed that it was just a misunderstanding, but...the opportunity to molest Feng Bujue in public like this is really rare, Ruo Yu doesn't want to miss it.

"That...Daddy Cao..." Feng Bujue held back for a long time, and finally said, "...Can we talk about something else? For example, the weather?"

"The weather?" Cao Qin was stunned when he heard the words, then looked up at the dense fog that glowed above his head, and then "hehe..." twice, raised his head and took a sip. Then, he said in a spit-like tone, "...I am also drunk." (To be continued.)

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