Everyone went to take a look and found that it was Mr. Changqing who was dying and half buried under the yellow sand.

"He's not dead yet."

Cheng Sanwu first checked his breathing and pulse, and then pulled out the knife. Su Wangting stopped him and said, "Don't do anything yet."

"You want to keep him alive?" Cheng Sanwu reminded: "We are completely at odds with Maocai Society."

Su Wangting was much more cautious: "There must be room for everything, not to mention that this person is the Taoist priest invited by the Maocai Society. I don't know what kind of trouble will be involved if I kill him. It's better to save his life, and there will be a chance for change in the future."

"

"Not everyone will remember kindness." Cheng Sanwu was helpless, but he did not intend to go against Su Wangting's wishes, so he could only put away his knife to save others.

Mr. Changqing's eyes were closed tightly, and he shed tears. He was probably blind. Cheng Sanwu cursed and said: "What the hell is this guy doing? His pulse is so messed up that it doesn't look like a living person. There are several breaths running around in his body."

"This is a spell backlash." Afu replied.

"What do you mean by this?" Su Wangting took the initiative to ask.

Afu looked up at the night sky: "I have said before that Zoroastrianism may have done something to make the Western Regions unable to tolerate pagan magic. This fake Taoist priest forcibly cast the spell, causing internal and external qi chaos and conflict, which backfired on himself."

Cheng Sanwu put Mr. Changqing on horseback and refuted at the same time: "That's nonsense. That kid Wu Maocai still has magic blessings on him. I don't see anything wrong with him."

"The spell on Wu Maocai was not cast by himself." Afu's eyes turned: "It seems that the spell applied to him will not cause backlash, otherwise this fake Taoist priest should have noticed it long ago. And before he cast a spell to predict

Gaining nothing may also be related to the current situation."

Su Wangting looked solemn: "If Zoroastrianism really has such ability, the imperial court will not ignore it. But... based on what I have seen and heard in the past, Zoroastrianism cannot do such a big thing."

"Perhaps that old man Mu Xide is just pretending to be hiding it from you." Cheng Sanwu hummed and laughed.

"Not everything can be deceived." Su Wangting said: "Zoroastrianism originated in Persia, but Persia suffered successive defeats against powerful pagan enemies in the west, and eventually destroyed the country. If they could really suppress pagan magic in a large area,

Why is this so?”

"They are all religious and confused people. Who knows what they think?" Cheng Sanwu didn't care: "If you want to leave, leave quickly. There are corpses all over the ground, and there might be some demons and ghosts that will be provoked!"

Su Wangting did not hesitate and quickly called everyone in the Bow and Sword Society. Cheng Sanwu got on his horse and felt a chill on the back of his neck. He stretched out his hand to scratch it. When he turned his head, he saw Afu staring straight at him, her green eyes seeming to be hidden.

Shine.

"What are you looking at?" Cheng Sanwu was a little uncomfortable being stared at by her. He muttered for a while and said very unhappily: "Just now... thank you very much. If you hadn't helped me, I might have died."

In the belly of the big bug."

Cheng Sanwu hurriedly rode away, fearing that he would be ridiculed by the other party. But Afu didn't say anything, just stared at the back of Cheng Sanwu's neck. The tragic scars left by the wild wolf not long ago had all healed at this moment, and he was back as before.

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Chapter completed!