Chapter 715 The mayor eats ginseng fruit alone


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  The morning light shines on Fu Town.

  Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.

  Li Qingxian looked down at the various notices stuffed in his clothes, tried to use the Qiankun Bracelet, and put it in.

  "Blessing is a panacea. How long has it been since the fog has passed?" Xu Changren asked.

  Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Xu Changren was also stunned. Why did he say this first?
  Li Qingxian opened his horoscope and his eyes focused.

  The timing of the birth chart is obviously changed by mysterious forces.

  It didn't take much time to enter the mist for the first time, but the battle between blue and white and the battle between double blue lasted for a long time, at least ten days, but according to the natal chart, it only lasted one night.

  "Mayor Ying Ming... Huh, it must be the secret disease of Wei Wu, it's all messy." The dirty beggar cursed in a low voice.

  Xu Changren said hurriedly: "Luck is a panacea... Forget it, the word 'hidden disease' is a taboo. The mayor said, don't let it be said, don't let it be said." "Mayor? I love your mother

  ... "The dirty beggar froze on the spot, and everyone looked confused.

  The old dirty beggar blushed and said: "Something must have happened to the mist. This sentence doesn't sound like the truth, it seems like a curse. It goes well with the mayor. Mayor, I love your mother... tsk tsk, Interesting."

  Everyone couldn't laugh or cry. This old gentleman really had no inhibitions and was full of rebellion.

  Zhou Hen lowered his head and thought, why does this sentence have such a strong sense of intimacy?

  Yu Ping frowned and said, "Why do I feel that this sentence is familiar?"

  "Are you familiar with the mayor or what?" the dirty beggar asked.

  Everyone smiled and shook their heads, not daring to answer.

  "The following are all..." Han Anbo frowned and changed his words, "Obviously, we encountered many things in the mist. For example, we suddenly have weird mantras now. Let's brainstorm and tell more about what you remember. Things. Let me tell you first, I remember that there seemed to be a man in blue and a man in white. We finally chose the man in blue and came out alive. "

  "I have participated in a great war, and the enemy cannot be killed no matter what. Why don't I remember..." "

  I seem to remember a giant eye falling from the sky and impacting the earth."

  "Are you talking about the mist or talking in your sleep? Why don't I remember anything? ?"

  "I seem to remember that something happened to the mayor's son..."

  Everyone was talking about it.

  Li Qingxian listened carefully and found that most people's memories were very vague, and different people had different memory points.

  "Wait a minute, look at these three children..."

  Everyone immediately looked at the three children whose facial features and bodies were sewn shut, and their expressions changed drastically.

  "Beast..." The dirty beggar cursed in distress.

  Everyone settled the children and continued to discuss.

  "It seems that we are very lucky this time. Look, less than one-tenth of the people we stayed in the threshing floor died." "

  Yes, it seems to be a small mist."

  The dirty beggar frowned and said: " No, no, no, I don’t think so. I feel that this time the mist is much, much stronger than normal.” “

  Then why do you say we only have so many people dead?”

  The dirty beggar turned to look at Li Qingxian and looked him up and down. He glanced at him and said, "Look at Ye Sizheng. I don't know why. I just met him, but I feel that he is very kind. It seems that I have known him for decades. I even...have a little respect for him. Do you still remember the previous meeting?" Have you experienced the mist? Our memories are blurred, but our emotions and feelings are still there. What we like in the mist will be what we like again when the mist dissipates. Vice versa, it’s the same if we hate it. You all have a try." Everyone turned to

  Li At leisure, many people's eyes gradually softened.

  "I don't know why, but I really want to kowtow to Ye Sizheng..."

  "Me too, it feels like a lifesaver."

  "I feel the same way about the other night guards. It seems that it was Ye Si Zheng who led the night guards to help us. Otherwise, we would have been miserable. Otherwise, there is no way to explain the gratitude in our hearts..." Everyone was a veteran of the trick, and they were full of joy. The word "blessing" was quickly understood and everyone expressed their gratitude.

  "Thank you Ye Sizheng, you must have saved my life. From now on in Gui Town, we will listen to you..." "

  Yes, I think you are better than the mayor..." "

  Strange, why did I hear the name of the mayor? A little nauseous? When I talked about the mayor's son Zhang Hongshou just now, I even gritted my teeth and had the urge to punch..." "Yes, I also

  sincerely feel that Zhang Hongshou and the others seem to have done something outrageous and strange..." "Let's go.

  , according to the rules, after the fog is over, everyone will go to the threshing floor to gather. There are many people there, and they can exchange opinions. If the fog is really not strong this time, most people will be alive, let's go..." "Let's go. Let's go like this

  Many people are alive, and there is no reason for others to die too much. Let's go..."

  Everyone walked back to the threshing floor along the alley and looked around, but there was no one else.

  "Wait a minute, don't be in a hurry."

  Everyone was chatting on the threshing floor.

  Time passed slowly and no one came.

  Everyone panicked, stopped talking, and looked around quietly.

  There were no footsteps, no figures.

  There is no mist here, but everyone seems to be in the mist, with chills all over their bodies.

  Meanwhile, up to the mountains.

  A large number of people from Shangshan District gathered in the mayor's mansion.

  Some were sitting in the hall, and more were standing outside the door.

  Most of the high-ranking people were sitting in the hall, but there were some people standing on the east side outside the hall. Some of them had already entered the high-ranking class, but they were standing outside the door. Most of these people were in military uniforms.

  Everyone wore bamboo hats and looked at the mayor quietly.

  In the mayor's left hand, a white fruit appeared, about three inches high. The whole body was as crystal clear as white jade. It looked like a baby, with delicate features, like a doll.

  The mayor slowly put the ginseng fruit into his mouth, bit off the head of the ginseng fruit in one bite, and the juice splashed everywhere with crispy sounds. He ate the head, the body, and finally both legs.

  Then, he took out the ginseng fruit and ate it one bite after another.

  Even the wealthy families in the upper mountainous area felt pain because of the ginseng fruit.

  However, since Zhang Hongshou, Bai Gu and the two sons of the Xue family are dead, we really need to find out the truth.

  The power of the mist is too strong. Apart from ginseng fruit, there is no way to temporarily suppress the mist and extract memories.

  Zhang Wentian has now eaten eighteen pieces, and he will continue to eat.

  Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Wentian took one bite at a time. Until he finished the seventy-fourth meal, he suddenly coughed violently.

  The middle-aged woman next to him stood up quickly and gently tapped his shoulder and back.

  Everyone saw that Zhang Wentian's eyes were glowing with a faint red light, and the demonic energy around him was looming, and the pressure was getting stronger.

  Zhang Wentian took several deep breaths, and a notice appeared in front of him. After he finished writing the notice, he read it loudly.

  "The leader of Hua Mo Mountain, Zhang Wentong, was ambitious and wanted to destroy this town, so he sent his five disciples to send demons away and killed countless townspeople in the mist. From today on, all new disciples of the Demon Sect will have their veins sealed on the spot. The blood will be locked up, and only after strict review can they be released. If the demon cultivator resists, he will be killed on the spot. Anyone who kills the demon cultivator will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver, thirty thousand points of merit, a bamboo hat, and can become my disciple. ! Anyone who colludes with the five members of the Demon Sect will be killed without mercy!"

  Everyone inside and outside the hall was shocked.

  Only a few are thoughtful.

 

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