General, Madam Called You To Farm

Chapter 771: Rakshasa power

Chapter 771 The Power of Rakshasa

When Wei Ting and Su Li returned home, it was already very late.

As soon as the two entered the yard, they instinctively sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Li Wan coaxed Wei Xiyue, as if to bring her into the room.

Wei Qing came out, sitting in a wheelchair in the yard, Gui Ji, Wei Liulang and the killer were also there.

Everyone looked solemn.

Su Li blinked and asked, "Hey, what's the matter with you? You look like you're going to eat people, is that guy Leng Ziling here to make trouble again?"

"It's not Leng Ziling." Wei Liulang frowned, "It's Dad, he's gone."

"What do you mean by leaving?" Su Li didn't understand.

He has not been here for a long time, and he doesn't know much about Wei Xu's situation. He only knows that he has been controlled by the saint with drugs in the past few years, and he has almost become a puppet master who only obeys the order of the saint.

Now the Temple of the Holy Maiden and a group of unidentified assassins are looking for him all over the street.

So far, only Leng Ziling has successfully found here.

Success, in fact, is mostly due to luck. He passed by here by accident and met Li Wan who was out shopping.

"Father won't leave for no reason." Wei Qing pondered, "Something must have happened."

The brothers deeply agree.

No matter how much dad beat them these days, he never thought of leaving their side.

"It's the saint who is calling Dad." Wei Ting said.

Several people looked at him in a flash.

Wei Liulang asked: "Xiaoqi, do you know something?"

Wei Ting stared and said: "The last time I entered the Holy Mountain, I heard a few disciples talking about the puppet masters of the Holy Maiden Hall. I heard that the Holy Maiden can summon them with the sound of the flute. Did you hear the sound of the flute just now?"

"I didn't hear it." Wei Liulang scratched his head, "Did you hear it, big brother and second brother?"

Wei Qing shook his head.

After he lost his martial arts, his five senses were no better than those of a martial artist.

Gui Ji thought for a moment: "I seem to have heard something, but I'm not sure if it is."

There were too many noisy voices from the street, and he heard a lot as a dead man. He was not sensitive to the flute of the Holy Maiden's Hall, so he didn't pay special attention to it.

If it was Ling Yun's piano sound, he would have recognized it and killed it.

Wei Qing said: "Then we still follow the plan and look for them separately."

As soon as Wei Xu disappeared, Gui Bu and Wei Liulang planned to look for him, but Wei Ting and Su Li came back before they left the house.

Wei Liulang pointed to the southeast: "Father disappeared over there. We took different streets. Second brother, you wait at home. In case father comes back by himself, remember to hold him and wait for us to come back."

Wei Qing replied: "Okay."

Several people acted separately.

They must find Wei Xu.

If the saint can use the flute to summon Wei Xu, it means that Wei Xu still has the possibility of being controlled.

Knowing the ambition of the saint, no one can guarantee that the saint will do anything excessive to Wei Xu.

It's just that southern Xinjiang is so big, to find a person is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

The three brothers really hoped that they could find a clue, but they were disappointed. With their martial arts, it is impossible for anyone to track them down.

Martial arts are too high, sometimes it is also a kind of trouble.

Su Li is not so capable, he is like a headless chicken, he finds where he goes, and successfully loses himself.

"No, where is this?"

He scratched his head, looking at the gloomy and empty old street, a chilling breath welled up his limbs and bones.

"Is there such a broken place in the capital of Southern Border? Will it be a ghost?"

One of the ancestral skills of the Su family - fear of ghosts.

So is Su Cheng.

Su Li became more and more afraid as she walked. Looking back at her own shadow, she was worried that one would become two.

Su Li walked forward with horror.

When I was about to die in place, I finally saw a carriage on the side of the street.

The coachman went somewhere.

There seems to be movement in the carriage, there should be someone.

If Wei Ting was here, he might have guessed what the people inside were doing.

Su Li is different.

He is still young, a good boy with a pure mind.

He decided to ask for directions.

He is good at light work, and passed silently.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, he was dumbfounded.

Women go up and men go down.

What are the two doing?

The woman's clothes are half undressed, and the man's coat is also taken down to the waist and abdomen, revealing a strong chest and a waist without the slightest fat.

The woman seems to be undoing the man's belt.

Su Li seems to understand.

"Excuse me, please continue!"

He decisively lowered the curtain and turned around.

But he just took two steps and felt something was wrong.

The man just now...why does he look a bit like General Wei Xu?

Su Li turned around again.

Phew!

Two silver needles flew out.

Su Li leaned back quickly with quick eyes and hands.

The cold silver needles flashed past his eyes.

His scalp is numb.

What a risk!

I almost lost my eyeballs!

This woman is too ruthless, she just glanced at it accidentally, and it wasn't intentional, she just wanted to gouge out her eyes!

That's right, the moment the silver needle shot out, the car curtain was lifted, and Su Li could clearly see that it was a woman's hand.

Besides, even if he didn't see it, he definitely couldn't be General Wei Xu.

General Wei Xu disdained to use hidden weapons.

Su Li drew out her sword, and was about to split the carriage with it, but was struck flying by the saintess.

He slammed into the wall heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He ignored the pain all over his body, grabbed the long sword that fell on the ground, and rushed towards the carriage again.

A puppet master from the Temple of the Holy Maiden appeared in time and stood in front of Su Li.

Su Li wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said viciously: "It seems that you are the driver, and yes, your master wants to do shady things, so naturally he will send you away!"

The saint in the carriage said coldly: "Kill him!"

The puppet master slapped Su Li with his palm.

Su Li hurriedly used his sword to resist, but he easily broke the long sword.

Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Su Li couldn't believe it.

What kind of perverted masters are there in the Temple of the Holy Maiden?

A sword from his grandfather!

It was broken just like that!

If its broken, its broken, the young master punched you all over the floor looking for teeth!

Boom!

Su Li was sent flying.

It was him who was looking for teeth all over the place.

Su Li, as the most reckless little fifth in the family, is the only sandbag in the Zhenbeihou Mansion, so she won't be knocked down so easily.

Su Li gritted her teeth and stood up: "Come on!"

The puppet master punched it.

Boom!

Su Li was sent flying again, and fell heavily to the ground with a broken rib.

The puppet master walked towards him step by step, looking down at him.

Lift your foot and step on his head.

Just one kick can crush his brains.

Every puppet master has his own habits, such as the one in front of him, who loves to stomp on people's brains.

However, the moment he exerted his strength, a piercing and icy sword energy emerged from the sky.

Swift as lightning, mad as a dragon, sharp as a blade.

Click!

The legs and feet of the puppet master were chopped off at the knee, and hot blood splashed across Su Li's face.

Su Li was stunned.

The next second, a figure in white descended from the sky, and slapped the puppet master's chest with his palm.

The sound of bones breaking inch by inch resounded clearly in the silent street.

Su Li's revenge for a rib, let him pay it to pieces!

The master puppet flew backwards and hit the canopy of the carriage, and the carriage was blasted away by the internal force remaining in his body!

The saint flew up, and her clothes fell back to the ground intact.

She looked coldly at the man in white who came out halfway.

The man is wearing a jade mask, ethereal and dusty, the hand holding the sword is well-articulated and slender like jade.

It is obvious that Mo Shangren is like jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world, but his whole person exudes a powerful and terrifying murderous aura.

The saint paused word by word: "Jade face Rakshasa!"

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