"because……"

"you guess."

Chen Feng looked at the paper money that began to fly all over the sky, his lips slightly raised, and he murmured: "I finally caught you, the paper craftsman behind the Lin Zhonghou case."

In the air, the scorching sun turned cold.

The environment at the three-way intersection suddenly became dark.

A sedan chair that pressed the four-phase barbarian ghosts roared in a low voice, and the cautionary expression slowly fell from the sky.

The person carrying the sedan chair is a human, not a human, and they are all beautiful and charming cardamom girls.

Those who serve by their side are humans, not humans, and they are all strong men with a reversal of evil spirits and wind walking.

The paper man lifts the pole, the strong man holds the sedan chair, and the yin wind blows, and evil spirits sweep.

Paper money is flying all over the sky, suona, gongs and drums are hustling and noisy, making people feel chilled.

The first two teams wore high hats, with expressionless black and white papers on their faces. The sound of Devil May Crying with a wave of mourning sticks.

Black impermanence, white impermanence, paper impermanence overcomes impermanence.

"Smack it..."

Chen Feng applauded gently, his eyes were radiant, and he said in a daze: "Good pomp and good posture, but in this scene, people who don't know about it thought the sedan chair was a coffin and someone was going to be buried."

Anyone can hear this, this is sarcastic.

The people in the sedan chair were not angry, and they heard a cool voice with a magnetic and lazy voice:

"There are both Yin Yi Liuzhi, can you sell Naihe Bridge with a thin surface?..."

"Guess..." Before the paper-breaking aunt Yue Shaohua finished speaking, she was interrupted by Chen Feng in a teasing tone.

Chen Feng's voice turned cold, and he asked instead: "Did you kill Marquis Lin Zhong?"

Yue Shaohua was suffocated in the sedan chair and was silent for a long time. He replied: "What's the matter if the paper man kills me? "

Playing with me about Zhou Shuren's jokes about me and Lu Xun... Chen Feng complained in his heart and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Since you are here at this moment, it has already explained everything. I want to ask, do you represent Naihe Bridge or represent a paper craftsman."

“Is there a difference?”

Yue Shaohua's indifferent tone made Chen Feng understand a fact in an instant - different from the Yin Yi's six meridians taking the five meridians of the underworld and the walking of the underworld forces in the world, the paper-making craftsman, at least the paper-making craftsman in the sedan chair in front of him is not subordinate to Naiheqiao, and his status is enough to influence Naiheqiao's decision.

I thought I had caught a dragon, but I didn't expect it to be a dragon... Chen Feng became cautious instead... The underworld was in chaos, and Naiheqiao at least announced neutrality, but because of the other party's actions to protect Fan Xiaoxi, the 18th Prison Zombie tribe and her status in Naiheqiao, this neutrality seems very inneutral.

"There is no difference. In my opinion, they are all dishes in the bowl." Chen Feng was cautious in his heart, but his words were very tough.

However, there was a guy who was more tough than him, which disrupted Chen Feng's steps to continue testing.

"It's so much nonsense."

Xiao Sang's impatient voice came from far to near.

He held a green grass in his mouth, held his hands behind his head, and walked over boredly.

"Solved?" Chen Feng asked, and was ignored by Xiaosang.

Chen Feng rubbed his temples and blinked the dust that did not exist on his fingernails to cover up his embarrassment.

"End early, go home for dinner early, be hungry." Xiaosang sighed in a low voice, patted his belly, and looked at the sedan chair in a blink of an eye, his eyes gradually turned cold.

Xiaosang's word "hungry" has just fallen, and a crescent moon falls from the sky at the speed of traveling through time and space.

The knife passes without traces, and the moon falls silently.

Xiaosang came to meet with Kuaidao Liu, who took the action to kill him.

The sword-shaped moon fell silently, and a sharp line flashed on the sedan chair, and then a straight smoke from the front and back sprinkled dust under the sedan chair.

Fast, accurate, profitable.

Kuaidao Liu slashed the sedan chair with an unattainable sword technique and landed under the sedan chair.

The one-hit is completed, and the house doesn't move at all.

It’s not that the quick knife Liu’s knife is not sharp enough, it’s not that the house sedan has not been damaged.

This is the sword technique that is too fast.

It was almost time to get to the house and the sedan chair had no time to react.

In a moment.

The sound of tearing and tearing came.

The sedan chair collapsed to the sides, split into two... and the people inside.

What's weird is.

Yue Shaohua, who was divided into two parts, was not covered with blood, and was divided into two halves, scattering into pieces like paper peeling off from disrepaired lacquer wood.

"What a knife, what a fast knife." A magnetic, lazy and cool voice came from the pile of paper.

A beautiful young woman with a natural sad and sad temperament, but not the kind of pitiful and pitiful look, "grown" out of the pile of paper.

Looking at Yue Shaohua's beautiful mature woman's appearance, the word "stunning" flashed through Chen Feng's mind, and replaced by a famous saying - it's delicious but dumplings, fun...

Sister-in-law Yue Shaohua just finished speaking.

A knife.

A paper knife.

It suddenly appeared less than an inch on Kuaidao Liu's chest.

Silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly

The sword light rolled into a harem, and the sword shadow fell down. Kuaidao Liu touched the small beard whose lip had been cut off, and was still in shock.

"Is my knife fast?"

“Average.”

The person who asked was Yue Shaohua, and the person who asked was Xiao Sang.

His left eye is blue and his right eye is red.

The Tai Chi mark of the yin and yang fire rose from the sole of Yue Shaohua's feet.

The paper confetti was flying, and the burnt smell was shrouded in the sedan chair divided into two under the fire, and countless fire-carrying paper people rushed out from all directions.

One-on-one fight turns into a group fight.

The fire paper man is like a soldier wearing fire armor, fighting with the Soul-Superior Army.

At this time, the Four-Phase Barbarian Ghost played the role of extinguishing the fire.

The evil spirit of its body was covered with cold and cold, and the burning paper man rushed towards the soul-suppressing envoy turned into a burnt black and broken paper man.

The black and broken paper man did not lose his combat power, but became extremely fierce.

Chen Feng also took action.

A black sieve rock fell from the sky with the momentum of Mount Tai.

The exquisite scale is as heavy as the power of lifting a mountain, and it pours into the Tai Chi mark of Yin and Yang fire.

Yue Shaohua groaned.

The flying piece of paper, like a tornado, changed its position and condensed four identical Yue Shaohuas in different directions.

The quick knife falls and the moon slashes, the vines sting, and the shadow kills.

Almost when Yue Shaohua had just condensed, Kuaida Liu, Xiaosang and Chen Feng had already completed the killing.

The three Yue Shaohuas fell down in response to the sound, and the paper collapsed, and they were not real.

Qingtian strike... Chen Feng shouted softly in his heart, and the nine major acupoints in his body were fully opened. He had nine hundred years of cultivation. With the use of the zombie physical technique, he cooperated with Qingtian strike and had a full force to lean back on his back.

The shape of a mountain and the power of a collapsed mountain.

Yue Shaohua felt that an invisible mountain came with the might of a meteorite hitting the ground.

"Dancing on paper, the Naihe Bridge appears."

Yue Shaohua shouted lightly, and the dark sky became even more gloomy.

The rewinding clouds began to appear running thunder.

A bridge.

A bridge connecting the sky and the earth is like a sky leading up to the sky and a shadow of the underworld, from blur to light and dark.

A scent of decay that seemed to belong to this world gradually became stronger.

This breath shocked Chen Feng.

He leaned back with all his strength, and when he was about to touch Yue Shaohua, he turned his direction with a strange posture of the zombie physical technique.

There was a loud bang.

He leaned back and leaned against the earth.

A meteorite hit the ground, slid out of the comet's broom-shaped end. At the end of the increasingly narrow tunnel, Chen Feng's slightly embarrassed body was revealed.

"Ant." Xiao Sang cut off and retracted the vines cushioned under Chen Feng's body, and moved his contemptuous eyes from Chen Feng's position to the shadow bridge.

"It's finally interesting." Xiao Sangbai's bored and helpless expression slowly condensed a long-lost smile.

Chen Feng was shocked when he saw Xiaosang's smile.

He yelled in a slight tone: "Retreat, retreat quickly, the brothers of the Soul-Superior Division should withdraw from the battlefield soon, it would be too late."

Xiao Sang is about to get angry... Chen Feng added in his heart, using shadow killing in the deep pit is not for killing people, but appears next to the soul-suppressing envoy who is fighting with the paper man at an approximately leaping speed.

In a hurry, he grabbed the soul-suppressing envoys who were dancing in the air and forced them to leave the battlefield.

Xiao Sang is about to get angry.
To be continued...