Even today's archaeological experts cannot decipher the text of the Guiwu clan!

Because it is impossible to investigate and has been lost.

Thousands of years ago, with the defeat of the Chiyou clan and the leader was killed, the victors forbidden the Guiwu clan from writing such words.

Try to completely erase this once arrogant tribe from the world without leaving any trace.

However, the people of the Guiwu clan eventually hid in the world and passed on tribal culture.

After thousands of years of reproduction and growth, it has become quite powerful.

Looking at the note in his hand, Li Shier looked at Huang Feilong: "Where did this thing come from?"

In the Guiwu clan, he thought of He Qiuchan.

This woman who has been by my side for hundreds of years actually has a close relationship with the Guiwu clan.

After the town parted, Li Shier really didn't know where He Qiuchan had gone.

"I know the note above?" Huang Feilong was an old fried dough stick. He did not answer Li Shier, but asked back.

"Meet." Li Shier nodded: "The above content is very simple, it's just an appointment to do something in Kunlun Mountain. I need to know the origin of this note to help you analyze it."

Basically no one knows the word "Ghost Martial Clan".

Li Shier lied and was not worried that the other party would know.

"This..." Huang Feilong hesitated a little. He looked at Dongling with inquiry in his eyes.

Dongling hurriedly said, "Brother Huang, this is my best brother, you can trust it."

"Okay! Since you said that, I will believe him once." Huang Feilong waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Bring it up!"

Just finished speaking.

Two plainclothes bodyguards came into the periphery of the big account, one on the left and one on the right, supporting the famous man.

The man hung his head and his hair was scattered.

My clothes were even more ragged, and I had no strength when I walked.

Through the broken clothes and the scent of blood coming, Li Shier knew that this was a prisoner.

The sender caught by Huang Feilong.

And, he experienced an inhuman torture.

"He." When the bodyguard dragged the person to the center of the tent, Huang Feilong pointed at the person and said coldly: "I was sneaky on the road and was caught by my people. After searching, I found this letter on him. But I didn't recognize the words on it, but he still refused to say it after a beating."

The captive looked dead with his head down.

But his faint breathing and his constantly trembling body proved that this person was still alive.

But, he is just still alive.

The man's sleeves were covered with blood and there was a shocking wound on his wrist.

The ankles are also covered with blood.

But the blood has solidified.

The person who took action was very capable, and he broke the tendons of his hands and feet with one sword.

Even if no one looks at it, the man can't get out of the big tent.

"I don't know the rest." Huang Feilong spread his hands helplessly: "This guy's bones are still quite hard."

Bang!

After saying that.

He kicked without warning, just in the man's chest!

The man groaned and his breathing began to increase.

"Can you let me stay alone with him for a while?" Li Shier circled around the man and made a small discovery.

The man wore a pendant around his neck.

The pendant is a skeleton carved from gold.

And this skeleton is exactly the same as the skeleton on He Qiuchan's hairpin.

It's indeed a member of the Guiwu clan.

"Feable?" Huang Feilong looked at Dongling again.

It's like a client, trusting it very much.

"Feable! Absolutely!"

Dongling patted her chest: "I use my brother Chen Longxiang's happiness guarantee for the second half of her life!"

"Finish!" Huang Feilong spread his paper fan and waved his hand, "Retreat!"

After saying that, the group left the tent in a mighty manner.

In the originally lively tent, only the injured man, Li Shier.

"Hiss..." The man took a sudden breath, raised his head with all his strength, and looked at Li Shier with a sneer: "Don't put in the effort."

This is an adult face.

But the blood stains make people unable to see the specific appearance.

"I'll write a few words, come and take a look." Li Shier stood up, picked up a pen from the desk in the tent, pulled off a piece of paper, and wrote a few words in a hurry.

Some look like hieroglyphs, but they are slightly different from those unearthed cultural relics.

Li Shier pushed the note to the man: "We don't talk, after all, there are ears in the walls. Now, let's write."

"you……"

Seeing the words on the note, the man widened his eyes, quickly closed his mouth, took the pen tremblingly, and wrote a few words on the paper.

The text of the Guiwu clan.

Li Shier claimed to be a living recorder and a walking recorder.

Immortality makes him lonely, makes him lonely, and makes him idle to panic.

He remembered this long-lost text clearly!

Li Shier wrote.

‘I am also from the Guiwu clan.’

The man replied: ‘Why are you here?’

Li Shier picked up the pen and wrote a line of words again. 'Whoever sent you the letter to me, I can save you.'

The man hesitated, gritted his teeth and wrote a line of words.

‘The saint got the news that the head of the distant ancestor Chiyou was in the hands of the imperial vein. We must grab the emperor in order to make the imperial vein hand over the head of the distant ancestor. The news is given to the Guiwu clan in Kunlun Mountain.’

After suffering a serious injury, the man's hands kept shaking when he was writing.

The tendons of my hands were not completely broken, and there was still a little bit of them connected.

It's very painful when writing.

But the man endured the pain and let the sweat fall down, but he was still writing.

‘Who is the Seizure, and where is the Holy Lord? Leave this matter to me.’ Li Shier responded quickly.

Only the core level of the Guiwu clan is qualified to practice and understand the writing of the Guiwu clan.

Therefore, the man had no doubts about Li Shier.

It is absolutely impossible for outsiders to know about it, and they write so many ghost martial arts stories smoothly.

After thinking about it, the man responded. 'The saint is heading to Zuoqiu Mountain, and he is the Leng family housekeeper of Kunlun Mountain, Leng Jiu.'

"Thank you." Li Shier tore the paper apart and raised it to the sky.

"Have you asked?" Huang Feilong lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in quickly.

When he was outside the tent, he had already raised his ears and listened.

But at the end, no sound was heard.

It was not until Li Shier said the "thank you" that he couldn't help but break in.

"Someone wants to kill your sister." Li Shier said coldly with his hands behind his back: "Take action in Kunlun Mountain."

"Who are you?"

The man turned around suddenly and looked at Huang Feilong.

"I am Huang Feilong, the prince of the imperial vein!" Huang Feilong pulled out the long sword from the waist of the old man beside him and walked to the man suddenly!

Punched out with a sword!

Puchi!

Blood splattered everywhere.

Huang Feilong wiped the blood on his face with his hands and kicked the man's body to the ground. "Even my sister dared to fight!"

"Yue Ming!" he shouted.

"Here!" The old man took the sword and inserted it back to his waist.

"Spread all the spies for me. As long as there is news from my sister, I will report it immediately!" Huang Feilong no longer had the previous laughter and laughter, and replaced it with a cold face.
Chapter completed!