Town of the capital!

The desolate headquarters of the Martial Arts Association.

Sima Wuji walked in the empty corridor and echoed sounds came.

Wei Youlan was killed, and the reputation of the Martial Arts Association instantly fell to the bottom.

The martial arts association, which was once looked up to by the people of the capital, has now fallen to the point of being a thousand people!

Ten thousand people despise!

The gate of Yunshui Pavilion was smashed by angry warriors.

Downstairs, a raging fire was burning.

It seems that every day this Yunshui Pavilion exists is a shame to the entire town!

"At the beginning, I imagined using the town capital as the base to trap the Holy Lord here. But I didn't expect that this important town in the north would not support it for even a month." Sima Wuji didn't care about the fire downstairs at all.

In fact, it will take some time to burn the flames.

However, there was already a smell of thick smoke in the air.

"Yes! A man's calculation is not as good as a god's calculation." Lin Zhan protected the wound with gloves.

Although the place where the knife was scratched by the knife did not heal itself, it did not spread much.

Apart from intermittent pain, nothing serious.

"Check it out clearly, has the funeral alliance come from?" Lin Zhan was a little concerned about this issue.

The Funeral Alliance can actually have weapons that can harm the undead.

Shocked them!

"Bring the person up." As soon as Sima Wuji finished speaking, Jiang Shan carried Bai Huo, like a chicken, and took the person over and threw it on the ground.

"Mr. Sima! I'm lucky! I didn't participate in anything in Baihuo and did nothing! Please give me a way out!" Baihuo cried bitterly and knelt behind Sima Wuji.

He was about to climb over to hug his thighs, but he was held by the white silk in Jiang Shan's hand.

"Tell me." Sima Wuji turned around, still wearing the black mask on his face.

"Say...what do you say?" Bai Huo was a little confused.

"Tell me about your funeral alliance, and the funeral dog in your funeral alliance! Let's talk about what's going on with this knife!"

Dang!

Sima Wuji threw the knife in his hand in front of Bai Huo.

"Now, you have five minutes." He looked at his watch and spoke lightly.

"As the name suggests, the Funeral Alliance made a fortune by making money from the dead! The dead are the most important, and many people are willing to spend money for the dead! So, the Funeral Alliance was established hundreds of years ago!"

"We have no people from the Funeral Alliance coming because of the snow and ice. Later, there were excavators and we came here to make a fortune! Mr. Sima, the funeral alliance matter has nothing to do with me! I am just an errand runner!"

Bai Hua's face was strangled by the white silk, and tears kept flowing down her face.

"The Funeral Alliance and the Funeral Alliance are the same organization?" Lin Zhan couldn't help asking.

"Yes! It's just a different name!" Bai Huo nodded quickly: "The money for the dead is the best! Shortly after the Funeral Alliance was established, it made a lot of money. With its strong financial resources, they attracted a group of extremely powerful warriors! Later, these strongest people were called the funeralists!"

"Shengdog! Shengdog is the funeral attendant! The master in the funeral group! But this matter has nothing to do with me! Shengdog came by himself..."

"Didn't you invited me?" Sima Wuji spoke coldly.

"Yes...but I invited him to deal with Li Shier. Mr. Sima, the world is so conscience. We are all from the capital. Can I harm you?" Bai Huo hurriedly explained, and did not forget to wipe his tears.

"This knife!" Lin Zhan pointed to the knife on the ground: "Do you know me?"

"This knife..." Bai Huo was the chairman of the Zhendu Funeral Alliance Association after all. Although he was a little scared, he could still remain rational.

"I haven't seen it before! I dare to ask Mr. Sima, where did this knife come from?" After careful examination, Bai Huo did not find anything.

This is the first time he has seen this knife.

"Is the funeral alliance very strong?" Sima Wuji is most concerned about this.

He has forgotten for many years and has not been threatened with his neck!

And he really wants to kill him!

Sima Wuji is full of tricks, but he has a principle.

No matter who it is, as long as you have a murderous idea of ​​him, you will never keep it!

Even if it is of value, it may offend a force.

This is the bottom line.

"The leader of the funeral alliance is called Father, and he is a Westerner. The priest has a divine guard under him, and there is a divine envoy under him. However, the one with the strongest ability is the funeral group. The guy who is mourning dog is the person in the funeral group." Bai Huzhi said everything, he just wanted to survive.

"Five minutes are here." Sima Wuji glanced at the face.

It's exactly five minutes.

"You go."

"I'll leave?" Bai Huo felt that he had heard it wrong.

"Don't want to leave?" Before Sima Wuji finished speaking, Bai Huo immediately got up: "Thank you, Mr. Sima, for not killing. When someone dies in your family, I will definitely give you a discount! No, it's because you don't need money!"

"Haha, thank you." Sima Wuji sneered. "I asked you to leave because I asked you to walk through the window!"

"Mr. Sima! If I... I jumped down these ten floors, I would definitely die!" Bai Huo was stunned.

Is this a turnaround?

"I didn't want you to live at all!" Sima Wuji smiled and turned sideways to open the window: "Jiang Shan, I'll send Chairman Bai a ride!"

"Sima Wuji! I'm going to dig your ancestral grave..." Bai Huo cursed angrily!

But before he could finish scolding, his whole person had been thrown out.

"ah……"

Next, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Mr. Sima, what will we do next?" Lin Zhan was worried.

It sounds like this funeral alliance is not easy to mess with.

"Go and spread the death of Chairman Bai. Just say that this was done by Li Shier." Sima Wuji took out a cigarette from his arms, and Lin Zhan immediately helped ignite it.

"I'll find an opportunity to be a dog of despair." Looking at the black smoke rising outside the window, his eyes flashed with chill.

"If you offend the Funeral Alliance, you must have to let the Holy Lord take the blame. Let's go to Zuoqiu Mountain to see how Lan Ximeng is there." Sima Wuji seemed to have no intention of smoking, so he simply flew out the burning cigarette bomb.

"Mr. Sima's purpose of this trip is probably not simple, right?" Lin Zhan stared at Sima Wuji's eyes, a little disbelief.

"I said, I'm going to find the emperor, do you believe it?" Sima Wuji laughed: "Lin Zhan, you are not honest!"

"Look for the emperor? Since I have surrendered to Mr. Sima, you don't have to hide it from me. You said that if you want to replace him, how can you save the emperor?" Lin Zhan was not a fool, so he naturally had to ask clearly.

"I'll go find the emperor and ask something." Sima Wuji took a deep breath, his tone a bit solemn: "Only the emperor knows the secrets about the Undead clan."

He didn't say anything else.

Sima Wuji's deadline is approaching. If that day really comes, in order to survive, he may become an immortal.

But that must be the new emperor.

"Are you crazy?" Lin Zhan said in disbelief: "That's the king of the Undead!"

"Just this!"

Sla!
Chapter completed!