Tightened, the figure instantly shrank, and finally the tortoise retreated into Han Sanqian's body.

"Rise again!"

boom!

Another muffled thunder, and the black shadow in Han Sanqian's body was once again pulled and expanded to the entire valley. Although the black shadow had no face, it could be judged from the shape of the black shadow's struggle that it must be extremely painful.

"Master, how long will it take to achieve it?" Ming Yu asked.

"Three days, one day divides the soul, two days divides the body and soul, and three days separates the body and refine it, and from then on, you will never surpass the body." The old monk replied softly.

"Three days?" Ming Yu frowned slightly.

It's too long, I hope I won't have too many dreams.

And at this time, in the inn in the city.

Compared to the joy at noon yesterday and the fear at night, Fumang and others can only describe it as miserable or even on the verge of collapse.

For two days and one night, facing the uninterrupted attack of zombies outside, they could only be forced to keep defending. Even if they took turns to rest and defend, they were still tired.

What is more tired than the body is the psychology.

There is not much food in the restaurant. After experiencing Han Sanqian's full consumption after coming, and the "rewarding the three armies" that helped Mang at noon yesterday, there is almost no food in stock.

From the morning, I almost used porridge to spend my days.

But at the moment, Han Sanqian showed no sign of returning.

"Report!"

With a sudden shout, the listless Fu Mang suddenly became energetic, stood up and hurriedly looked at the patrol disciple running down from the upstairs.

“How is the situation?”

"Is Sanqian back?"

"Are we saved?"

Without helping Mang to ask more questions, the others could not wait to ask.

Fumang also swallowed his saliva and looked at his disciple eagerly.

"A terrifying explosion occurred on the other side of the mountain, and the clouds were covered with clouds, and a scream could be heard." The disciple glanced at everyone and said a little worriedly.

"Ha, it must be Sanqian who was killing the enemy in blood, screaming repeatedly." Fu Mang forced a smile and tried to inspire the hearts of those present.

"Yes, this possibility is not ruled out." Fuli quickly echoed in a hurry.

"But... the scream seemed to be made by a person, and the sound... the sound was very similar to the leader of the alliance, I doubt..." Speaking of this, the disciple dared not say anything.

But everyone present understood what he meant. The single voice was very similar to the leader. Isn’t this a question that already explained everything?

Han Sanqian was arrested, and even... might even be in danger.

"Bang!"

At this moment, a heavy slap hit the disciple in the face.

"I'm talking nonsense and confusing the public. How could Sanqian be arrested? How could Sanqian be screaming in pain? Let me tell you, if you are talking nonsense here, don't blame me for not thinking about brotherhood and killing you on the spot!" Fu Mang said angrily.

The disciple touched his painful face with his hand and felt aggrieved: "Everything that the disciple said is true, especially after the nightfall, you can hear the stern scream of the leader. If you don't believe it, just help the commander to go up and take a look."

"You dare to say, I'm fucking..." Fu Mang cursed angrily, lowered his head and found his big knife, ready to draw the knife to kill people.

"Enough!"

"Bang!"

With a roar, the table was suddenly slapped. It was tightly slapped, and Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng stood up and looked at Fu Mang coldly: "It's now, haven't you been trying enough?"

"I didn't bother with it, he was talking nonsense!" Fu Mang said angrily and pointed at the disciple and shouted.

"From beginning to end, the Buddha's voice has never disappeared for a moment, and it has not diminished in size. If three thousand kill enemies, I ask you, why does this Buddha's voice remain unchanged?"

As long as Han Sanqian starts killing enemies, the number of enemies will decrease, and the Buddhist sounds they recite will naturally decrease. Almost no one needs to think about this problem, and everyone understands it.

However, like Fu Mang, Han Sanqian was the last straw to save his life, and no one was willing to admit this fact.

With a word from Bai Xiaosheng in Jianghu, the entire atmosphere of the scene fell into a deadly silence.

It was difficult enough, but now when I hear such bad news, my final hope is broken. It is equivalent to saying that I am not depressed.

"It's raining outside." Shiyu suddenly looked up and said.

"Are you crying for the leader and us?"

A word is the heart of poetry, and it is also the true thoughts of others and their current situation.

"Although Sanqian is trapped, it doesn't mean he is dead." Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng said at this time: "I can completely deceive everyone by Fu Mang's words, but I didn't do that."

"Because in times of crisis, everyone should be united, so it is important to trust each other. I believe that we can grit our teeth and persevere together and wait together."

"You're right. Sanqian is not dead yet. How can we collapse first?"

After saying this, everyone nodded, and their extremely low morale fell again.

At this time, on a rainy night outside, several figures quickly moved forward in the rain and rushed towards a cave with a faint light in the mountains...
Chapter completed!