"In front of the King, I really don't dare to call myself the King." Hearing this, the bandit leader couldn't help but feel excited in his heart, and knelt down in front of Zhu Liming:

"The young one is willing to lead all the ninety-six people in Tujia Village to surrender to the king. I also hope that the king will be kind and give me a way to survive in Tujia Village."

"Want to take refuge with me? Are you worthy?" Zhu Liming smiled coldly: "Since you are a bandit here, you should know the whereabouts of Wang Bo. I am going to see Wang Bo. If you can find Wang Bo, I will give him to you."

You have a way out, spare your Tujia village once. Otherwise, the massacre of the village and the destruction of the village are just around the corner."

"Your Majesty, please calm down. I heard someone said that Wang Bo is in Baoji Village in the northeast, but I don't know if it is true or not." the bandit leader said quickly.

Everyone is a bandit, and a big bandit like Wang Bo has absolute control over the small bandits, and everyone must abide by Wang Bo's rules for hundreds of miles.

Therefore, I had some speculations about Wang Bo's whereabouts.

After hearing what the other party said, Zhu Limingxiao smiled: "Lead the way!"

The bandit leader had a sad face, and while inquiring for information and directions, he led Zhu Liming all the way around, and finally arrived at Baoji Village where Wang Bo lived in seclusion three days later.

Baoji Village is located at the foot of Changbai Mountain, and the terrain is remote. You can retreat directly into Changbai Mountain, and you can go out of the mountain to plunder surrounding counties. It is a good place.

As we gradually approached Baoji Village, more and more horses were spotted along the way. They were all horse bandits with fierce faces, pretending to be refugees, chopping firewood or herding pigs in the mountains.

Zhu Mingxiao led more than 3,000 people to make too much noise. He broke the control of the magic and told the 3,000 people to fend for themselves. Then he only left the bandit leader behind and went straight to Wang Bo's place of residence with the bandit leader.

Zhu Liming walked straight into Baoji Village. Although gangsters kept passing by on the road and stared at Zhu Liming fiercely, they did not step forward to stop him.

When they arrived at Baoji Village, they saw Wang Bo dressed in white and leading dozens of his men, who had already set up a grand ceremony to welcome him.

"I heard that Brother Zhu came to look for me a long time ago, so I specially prepared some wine in the village. Brother Zhu is a rare visitor." Wang Bo looked at Zhu Mingxiao who was wearing red clothes from afar, his eyes lit up, and his voice cut through the void.

, reached Zhu Limingxiao’s ears.

Zhu Liming smiled, and the magic power flowed in his body: "The Baoji Village of the Great Master is hard to find. I have to resort to some tricks, but I really can't find Brother Wang's treasure land."

Zhu Liming came forward and stood with Wang Bo. They clasped their fists in greeting and then entered the village together.

The village is not neat and tidy, a bit like the countryside in the 1980s and 1990s. The whole village is filled with a sense of dilapidation.

Wang Bo prepared some drinks, which were nothing more than a chicken, a fish, hare, deer and other game, as well as Zhu Limingxiao's Yuye wine.

Wang Bo lived in Baoji Village. His bandits also scattered into surrounding villages, and some were hidden in the mountains, constantly opening up places for survival.

With Wang Bo's Baoji Village as the center, it can be said that Wang Bo's spies spread out for hundreds of miles.

After the two parties drank for three rounds, Wang Bo said: "Zhu Hanlin is not enjoying happiness in Luoyang, so how can he have time to come to a remote place like my Baoji Village?"

"I came here today to ask for something." Zhu Liming looked at Wang Bo with a smile.

"Master Zhu, if you have anything to do, just ask." Wang Bo put down the wine cup.

"Brother Wang, does he know Li Xiangcai, the handsome thief?" Zhu Liming asked.

"I have heard of this person, but I have no contact with him." Wang Bo said, "There is some hatred."

"Back then, Li Xiangcai and I set our sights on a wealthy family, and we even had an affair." Wang Bo said:

"Why did Zhu Hanlin ask this person?"

"I want to borrow a treasure land, but it's a pity that the treasure land is occupied by Li Xiangcai." Zhu Liming said helplessly:

"I originally wanted to ask Brother Wang to make peace and ask Li Xiangcai to give me the treasure land, but who knew that Brother Wang still had a dispute with him."

Wang Bo was surprised when he heard this: "You want to borrow Li Xiangcai's mountain? I wonder which mountain it is?"

"Laomu Mountain."

"Lao Mushan?" Wang Bo was stunned: "Why do you want to borrow Lao Mushan?"

"Is there something strange about Laomu Mountain?" Zhu Liming asked after seeing the strange look on Wang Bo's face.

"Lao Mushan is Li Xiangcai's home base. Not to mention that it was me who came forward. Even if the King of Heaven came forward, I couldn't ask him to let Lao Mushan out. Lao Mushan represents Li Xiangcai's face and is Li Xiangcai's foundation. The city is built on it.

The stronghold is easy to defend but difficult to attack, even the imperial court can do nothing about it." Wang Bo looked strange:

"What do you need that Lao Mushan for?"

Without responding to Wang Bo's words, Zhu Liming just sat there and stopped drinking: "So, if you want to borrow Lao Mushan, you can only defeat Li Xiangcai?"

"Yes. If not, there is no other way." Wang Bo replied.

Zhu Liming tapped her fingers on the table. Suddenly her heart moved and she took out a black token from her sleeve:

"Brother Wang, please give this token to Li Xiangcai and tell him that the underworld wants to use Lao Mu Mountain and ask him to let Lao Mu Mountain out. He will personally visit him in seven days."

If he wants to attack Li Xiangcai's Lao Mu Mountain, Zhu Liming is not that capable. There are at least 50,000 bandits gathered in Lao Mu Mountain, and they are all young and strong. Even if the master comes, it will be a waste.

At this moment, Zhu Liming suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and thought of the massacre of the Nahan clan outside Yumen Pass.

The name of the underworld can actually work.

The token is dark and seems to be able to absorb all the light in the world. Countless evil ghosts are carved on it, and it seems that there are ghosts of injustice roaring in it.

The texture of the token is delicate, revealing a bone-chilling coldness. When you put it in your hand, you can only feel a cold air passing through the palm, directly pressing into the qi and blood in the body.

"Underworld!" Wang Bo was stunned when he heard the words. He stared blankly at the token in his hand, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Anyone who lives in this world has heard of the underworld.

The horror of the underworld has spread throughout the world since the Nahan clan suffered a catastrophe three years ago, and is known to all major forces.

But the underworld is too mysterious. No one knows the whereabouts of the underworld, and no one knows the whereabouts of the underworld.

It is as if the underworld does not exist in the Yang world at all, and there is no information about the underworld in this world.

But the scaly claws that came back from the underworld made everyone's hair stand on end, thinking that a myth had come.

The terrifying army of skeletons and the souls of the dead that were like natural disasters all made people feel horrified and the souls were dying.

Wang Bo looked at the token in his hand, and countless ghosts and wolves howled in his mind, and a breath of death was approaching infinitely.

"This token is real! It can never be faked!" Holding the token in his hand, Wang Bo seemed to see the eighteenth level of hell at that moment. Countless evil spirits roared and struggled in the eighteenth level of hell, seeming to break free across time and space.

Come out and devour all the energy and energy around you.

After anyone sees the token, they will clearly know in their heart that this token is real and cannot be faked.

"Zhu Hanlin, you...could the force behind you be the legendary underworld?" Wang Bo looked at Zhu Liming in shock, huge waves rolled up in his mind, and all the doubts in his mind in the past were solved in an instant.

Why does Zhu Liming dare to go against the world's aristocratic families?

Why did Zhu Liming resolve all kinds of plots so easily and calmly?

Here’s why!

Behind Zhu Mingxiao is the underworld!

Zhu Liming looked at Wang Bo without any fluctuation in his eyes: "Brother Wang, it's good to know. Don't spread this matter easily."

As long as he finds the genius treasure, he can step into the realm of the magister. What will happen even if all his secrets are exposed by then?

As his strength grows stronger, he doesn't mind exposing a little bit of his family's details to these guys.

The realm of the magister is a completely different world.

Wang Bo's heart was solemn, and he held the token with one hand: "Brother Zhu, don't worry, I promise that the token will be delivered to Lao Mu Mountain today."

Hell!

That is the legendary underworld.

"I wonder if Brother Zhu has any position in the underworld? Do the legendary ghosts and gods really exist? Can people really be reincarnated after death? Can people really live forever?" Wang Bo looked at Zhu Liming with burning eyes, with too much curiosity in his eyes.

"I don't know! I am just an envoy selected by Yin Cao in the human world, responsible for conveying Yin Cao's will. As for the real situation in Yin Cao, I am the same as Brother Wang, and I know nothing. That is the legendary

How can ordinary people like us be able to peep into the underworld?" Zhu Liming sighed helplessly.

What Zhu Liming said was reasonable, and Wang Bo nodded: "Brother Zhu, later."

Wang Bo walked out of the door, waved to his guards, handed over the token in his hand, and whispered instructions for a while.

I saw the guard's expression change, and then he respectfully held the token of the underworld and rushed out of the village as if he were worshiping a god.

Wang Bo turned around and sat opposite Zhu Liming: "I have spread the news. We will reach Laomu Mountain tonight."

Having said this, Wang Bo looked at Zhu Liming: "Although the Yin Cao is mysterious, you must know that people die for wealth and birds die for food. Lao Mu Mountain is the foundation of Li Xiangcai, where he lives and lives. If you want to ask him to hand over Lao Mu Mountain, you can only

I'm afraid even the legendary ghosts and gods won't be able to do it. The underworld still needs to make preparations in advance."

Zhu Liming raised his head and saw that the boundary of Changbai Mountain had been enveloped by the Tibetan Dharma Realm. He couldn't help but reveal a smile on his lips: "No problem, I will report it to the Envoy of Impermanence today and ask him to pass down the decree."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Mingxiao put down the wine cup: "I still want to deliver a message to the underworld. I won't stay long today. I will have a chance to have a drink with Brother Wang in the future."

After hearing this, Wang Bo nodded: "Brother Zhu, just leave."

Zhu Liming said goodbye and left.

Wang Bo looked at Zhu Liming's back, held the wine cup in his hand, and fell into deep thought: "Is there really an underworld in this world? Ghosts and gods are just illusions fabricated by Taoists. Please note that my Wang family is the ancestor of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect.

Is there anyone in this world who knows more about ghosts and gods than my Wang family?"
Chapter completed!