Whether Yuanhun owes the Wu family favors the hosts depends on whether he can meet the Wu family's secret code.

If the Yuanhun can meet the secret code, I can trust the other party.

If Yuanhun cannot pass the last level, I will leave him today.

Yuanhun smiled slightly, rolled up his right sleeve, and a dragon scale tattoo was tattooed on his forearm, but the tattoo was just white.

Yuanhun raised his arm and walked towards me. Mu Qiubei's short sword shook slightly, and the cold light on the sword quietly sucked and spit. He knew that if I wanted to verify the authenticity of the tattoo, I had to let Yuanhun approach me within one step. This distance is the easiest to create a chance for the opponent to attack. Mu Qiubei was ready to respond in advance.

Yuanhun's footsteps just paused for a moment and continued to walk towards me.

After Yuanhun felt Mu Qiubei's quietly moving sword light, he was still striding forward. Either he was open-minded or had already put life and death aside.

Yuanhun stopped a step away from me and raised his hand in front of me. I gently grabbed the other's pulse door while looking at each other, and pressed the Nine Stars and Fallen Moon onto the other's arm.

When the tattoo on Yuanhun's hand emerged from the hole of the nine stars and the crescent moon, it had turned from white to black, which was exactly the same color as the tattoo on my chest.

His dragon scales are real.

My grandfather has told me that those who owe the Wu family life cannot just look at the money they buy, but also whether they have dragon scale tattoos on them. Whoever tattoos on the dragon scales will be the same as the dragon on his body. When using the Nine Stars and Fallen Moon to look at the dragon scales, the dragon scales will become the color of the next generation of Crown Mountain Dragons.

Although our Wu family is known as the Crown Mountain Dragon, it does not use the same color to tattoo dragons on its body. My great-grandfather is the Green Scale Dragon King, and my great-grandfather is the white dragon. The white dragon scales are written by my master. When it is my turn, it is the black dragon. As for who uses the color, it is arranged according to the rules. Only the previous generation of Crown Mountain Dragons have tattoos on their bodies.

I let go of Yuanhun's hand and said, "So you are really brothers."

Yuanhun smiled and said, "Believe me this time!"

"It's not possible!" As soon as I finished speaking, I accidentally slashed Yuanhun's hand. The cold light transformed from the nine-star waning moon went straight to Yuanhun's wrist with the sound of ghost crying. If I let me slash with one knife, I won't want this arm of Yuanhun.

The other party seemed to have not seen the cold sword light slashing towards his arm, and still looked at my face with a smile.

When I pressed the scimitar on the other party's arm, I suddenly lost my strength. The blade turned out and pressed it on Yuanhun's arm. The blade went upwards a few inches along Yuanhun's arm, and the dragon scale tattoo fell on the ground like peeling.

The human skin was separated from the body, but there was not even a drop of blood on Yuanhun's arm.

Mu Qiubei's short sword then arrived, pressing against Yuanhun's neck and pressing his shoulder.

But I put away the Nine Stars and Cang Yue: "This time, I believe you!"

Mu Qiubei was stunned: "Wu Wen, what the hell are you doing?"

I pointed to the human skin on the ground and said, "Can I make sure if this is my master's work!"

Mu Qiubei frowned slightly, obviously not understanding what I meant. Yuanhun smiled and explained the conversation between us just now. Mu Qiubei's face suddenly became a little unpleasant.

Mu Qiubei couldn't understand slander, so naturally he didn't know that Yuanhun had said that we were in the friendship of the previous generation. That is to tell me that he had never seen my grandfather.

Then, the dragon scales on Yuanhun's arm must not have been tattooed by my master, but should have been Yuanhun's elder. He stripped off his tattoo at the time of death and used a secret method to fix the human skin on Yuanhun's body.

This secret method also comes from the Wu family. Because the Wu family created a dragon scale tattoo just to make someone pay their lives, so naturally they had to find a way to pass on the tattoo. Wait for future generations to take back the accounts.

Of course, if someone insists on stooling the debt, then tattoos will become something fatal.

If you can’t collect your account, you will be charged with your life. This is the rule of Juan Shanlong.

Although this rule is not favorable, it is because the person who owe the debts voluntarily paid off the debt with his life. When the transaction was decided, both parties were voluntarily. There was no saying that they could repay gratitude.

If Mu Qiubei could understand the slander between us, she would definitely not have such a misunderstanding. It was precisely because she couldn't understand that she regarded Yuanhun as her opponent and made such a misunderstanding.

Mu Qiubei’s embarrassment is conceivable.

Mu Qiubei glared at me fiercely before putting away the dagger.

Now the person who wants to settle the score with me in the Women's Hall has to add Mu Qiubei.

I couldn't figure out Mu Qiubei's temper and couldn't explain it to her. I could only deliberately pretend that I didn't see Mu Qiubei's face and asked Yuanhun: "Brother Yuan, why are you on the underworld?"

Yuanhun smiled and said, "Wild Fox Ridge is the territory of our Yuan family. Four generations of the Yuan family guarded the Yef Ridge. I just came up to see if there was any business to do. Seeing a ghost carrying a coffin, I thought it was the ghosts and gods on the mountain that came down, so I wanted to call them down and say hello. Unexpectedly, I met Angkor."

"You are lying!" Mu Qiubei said coldly: "You said that the four generations of the Yuan family are guarding the mountain. Do you know which ghost and god are hidden on the mountain? Besides, we were standing beside Hongxuan and the others just now. Can you see Hongxuan and not see us? Who are you?"

Mu Qiubei is not deliberately looking for trouble, but there are too many loopholes in Yuanhun's words.

If Mu Qiubei doesn't say these words, I have to ask the same question.

Yuan Hun was polite to me, and Mu Qiubei was rude: "I said, you girl, after taking the gun and medicine? You just pressed my neck with a sword, so I didn't say anything. Why did you say so much nonsense now? You asked Angkor to walk up a hundred meters, and you can see if you can see him?"

Yuanhun's words reminded me of the words. What he meant was that the yin energy on the underworld was too heavy, and the breath of living people would be blocked by the yin energy, and only dead people would appear extremely clear.

Yuanhun continued, "Also, are you really mixed up in the Northeast Arts? You don't know, unless the ghosts and gods provoke the mountain driver first, will the mountain driver only drive the mountain and not kill the evil?"

The mountain-driving people cannot be considered pure sorcerers. No matter how powerful they are, they do not just rely on killing demons and exorcising evil spirits. The main income is to dig ginseng on the mountain and kill skins. Taking corpses down the mountain has to be considered easy, so they really don’t deal with ghosts and gods.

Yuanhun said unreasonably: "I want me to tell you, you little girl is just a fuck..."

Before Yuan Hun finished scolding, Mu Qiubei's short sword slid out again: "You'd better close your mouth."

Yuanhun's anger also came up: "You handed me the claws twice, I'll say a few words to you..."
Chapter completed!