"right!"

"What do you think, little master?" Everyone in Zhenlong Pavilion looked at Wang Han and asked.

After Wang Han thought about it for a while, he said, "My mind is a bit dull. I only have a general idea at the moment. Let's first follow these two groups and determine their route of activity. They will definitely attack Emperor Soul and the terrifying statue."

We have some ideas, and we pretended to cause a storm in the city, but the thunder was loud and the rain was light, but in fact we sent people to the Shinto monument to wait and see!"

....

In a dark and dilapidated room.

Shie lay on the ground.

Sitting next to him was a figure, wearing a loose robe, with a hood covering his entire head so that his face could not be seen clearly.

Shi'e's face was still covered with an alms bowl, and the bowl dented an irregular pit with a bullet embedded in it.

The alms bowl got stuck on Shie's face and sank into his flesh.

I do not know how long it has been.

Shi'e suddenly stretched out his hand to take off the alms bowl on his face, but he didn't have much strength. The man next to him stretched out his hand and pulled out the embedded alms bowl from Shi'e's face.

There were two semi-arc blood lines on the face caused by the alms bowl.

It looks quite funny.

Shie's breathing was weak, and his eyes were still a little distracted.

I do not know how long it has been.

Shie slowly came back to his senses.

After lying down for more than ten minutes.

Shie opened his eyes again.

"I have never seen the Venerable suffer such severe injuries!"

Shi E smiled weakly and said, "This boy will definitely have a fateful battle with the poor monk in the future!"

After saying this, Shie asked again.

"How are your preparations going?"

The man's laughter came from under his hood.

"It's ready!

As long as you can swallow the emperor's soul.

Take this crucial step!
Chapter completed!