In fact, most of what I said was fabricated out of thin air. Because the hut behind me felt extremely strange, and I had to create an opportunity to verify my ideas.

Huang Hao's background will not be fake, he must be a mountain passerby.

In the past, most of the people who drove the mountain in the northeast had never studied, nor did they have the leisure and leisure of literati and poets to live in a house. Even if Huang Hao had some qualities, how interested can a person who was used to seeing mountains and living in the countryside be in the pastoral scenery? Do you have to look down on the pastoral scenery?

More importantly, thatched houses are more common in the south. People in Northeast China hardly live in thatched houses. In winter, water turns into ice, and straw cannot stop the cold at all. Therefore, even if people in Northeast China cannot build tiled houses, they will only build adobe houses that can block the cold air. Moreover, the most in Northeast China is wood and soil. What is the point of building a thatched house in Huang Hao?

Then I suspected that the real owner of the thatched house was a southerner.

After making this judgment, I recalled the clothes designed by Baisu and others. The information found by Zhang Yanxin included photos of "Black and Red Sorrow". The clothes could not see the style of the Qing Dynasty clothing, but instead had a bit of Jiangnan charm.

According to Chen Yulong, Huang Hao's tailoring skills come from a coffin. I also had the suspicion that the coffin was hidden in the thatched hut.

I lit the fire to burn the thatched house, both to inspire white sculptures and to verify my ideas. So, when I said that "the divine objects need blood sacrifice", I deliberately slowed down to see what the people in the house reacted.

When I saw Bai Su's expression change, I immediately said, "Does your plum blossoms have less spirituality? It is far from the effect on the drawings you see? I tell you, that's because you are not dead. Only by pouring all your efforts into his works can a masterpiece! You can't do it! You didn't make it clear to the plum blossoms, can it become a spiritual outfit?"

When Bai Su was stunned, I also began to pay frequent attention to the scene reflected on the blade, and the fire behind me began to change.

I quickly said, "If you don't believe it, take out the plum blossom Yingxue now and see it. I can tell you how to activate the spirit!"

Bai Su reached out and a piece of white clothes flew over from a distance. When Bai Suzai looked at the white clothes in her hand carefully, she unconsciously said: "It's really not spiritual, but I have killed many people!"

I sneered and said, "I'm right! That's a semi-finished product. If you replace me with you, I will definitely burn that piece of clothing because I'm afraid I'll be taken to make it clear..."

Before I could finish my words, a strong wind suddenly rose in the thatched hut behind me, and several bundles of straw with fire fell down like a meteor of fire and rain.

The people in the thatched hut really moved. As the burning straw fell into the sky, the nine-star waning moon in my hand also roared up, turned the blade and went into the air to meet it. After the blade light tore the flames in the sky, it fell back into my hand with a little redness.

The moment I took the knife in my hand, my clothes suddenly tightened, tightly tying my upper body. Not only could I not lift my arms, but the collar was also tightening. In just a few seconds, a strong sense of suffocation suddenly came from under my neck. My right hand suddenly relaxed, and the scimitar fell to the ground in an instant. After I raised my foot and kicked the knife hilt, Jiuxing Cangyue almost rolled up against my clothes. I felt the tip of the knife approaching my collar, and I suddenly raised my head. Jiuxing Cangyue's blade immediately collapsed the buttons on my collar. I turned my head violently, letting the knife fly out of my ears, but I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

I turned sideways and shouted to the woods: "Chen Yulong, burn your sunshine and sunshine quickly. That thing has been found."

"I...I...I...No..." Although Chen Yulong was already panicked, he was unwilling to give up the sunshine and rays of sunshine.

"Quick..." I shouted urgently between the other party, and a sudden explosion came from the direction of the thatched house. Five or six black clothes flew out of the fire, like a martial arts master, half-curved his waist, raised his right arm diagonally, stepped on the snow in the mountains and ran towards the woods.

The only difference from living people is that there is no sign of people among the five black clothes, and only empty clothes are rushing into the forest. When the other party approached the woods, a cold light suddenly flashed in the five sleeves. Five narrow-edged swords more than two feet long were raised into the air by the five clothes at the same time. The cold light on the knife pointed at Chen Yulong in the forest.

"Go and burn your clothes!" Xiao Tang grabbed Chen Yulong's shoulder and threw him behind him. He pulled out two daggers and faced five black clothes with his hands. Before they could fight, I shouted loudly: "Xiao Tang, don't fight him, retreat, and retreat into the formation."
Chapter completed!