Keyboard Immortal

After a while, the nun was satisfied and threw Sang Qian, who had turned into a mummy, aside. The breath of the six straws slowly retreated, and finally turned into a pair of beautiful red lips.

I don't know if the bright color on the lips is from lipstick or blood.

The nun licked her lips, showing an intoxicated expression: "Young men's blood is so delicious, but why does it feel that the taste is not right? Is it a bit less yang, but it shouldn't be. He is so lecherous, how could he lack yang energy?"

She fell into doubt and stood there for a while, and finally couldn't figure out what was going on: "Forget it, it's more important to find that Zaun."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and turned into countless tiny mosquitoes, which disappeared in a large black mass in the distance.

After a while, Sang Qian's voice came from not far away: "Hey, it seems that the voice came from this place just now, why didn't I see anyone?"

It turned out that the father and daughter of the Sang family stopped Pei Mianman's two daughters just now, and then comforted their emotions, promising them that they would try their best to help them save Zu'an in the future, which calmed down the two daughters a little.

Immediately afterwards, Sang Hong was worried about his son's safety. After all, this mountain was deep, and he might meet people from the Demon Cult, so he took them to look for him in the direction where Sang Qian fled.

After searching for a while, they suddenly heard a scream in the distance, and they hurried over here.

At this moment, Sang Hong only felt his eyelids twitching and his heart flustered. He hurriedly said, "Your brother's cry just now was too shrill. He must be in great danger. If you don't find him, something will happen."

Zheng Dan frowned and said: "It shouldn't be so, his cultivation base is not low, even if he encounters some powerful enemies, he won't have no ability to resist at all."

"I hope so." Sang Hong replied restlessly.

At this moment, Sang Qian suddenly exclaimed: "Ah!"

"What's wrong?" Everyone followed the prestige.

Sang Qian turned pale, pointed to the side and said, "There is a mummy here."

"Mummy?" Sang Hong said in a deep voice, "I don't know how many adventurers have been buried in the depths of this mountain. It's not surprising that there are mummified corpses. Let's hurry up and find out where your elder brother is."

"Oh, good." Sang Qian nodded and began to search elsewhere.

When Sang Hong came to the place where she was standing just now, he just glanced at it casually, but suddenly his whole body trembled, as if he couldn't stand upright.

Zheng Dan on the side hurriedly supported him: "Master Sang, what's wrong with you."

Sang Hong pointed at the mummy with trembling hands: "Do you see that clothes look familiar?"

Zheng Dan looked intently, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat. This seemed to be Zaan's clothes before. Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning pale.

Sang Hong didn't care too much at this time, and hurried over, picked up the mummy lying on the ground and examined it carefully. After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, he screamed and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Although Sang Qian had been sucked down to the point where only a layer of skin and bones remained, he could still vaguely see his appearance.

Zheng Dan also saw the other person's appearance clearly. Seeing that it was not Zu'an, she was relieved at first, but after realizing that it was Sang Qian, she couldn't help but feel a little sad.

After all, the other party has been a fiancé for so long, and the two sides met and chatted a lot in Mingyue City. Although they hated him for harming Zu'an during this time, seeing him die so badly with their own eyes, it is inevitable that there are some complicated emotions.

Sang Qian came following the sound. At this time, she also saw the appearance of the mummy clearly, and couldn't help but exclaimed, the blood on her whole face faded.

She never expected that her brother, who was alive and well just now, would look like this now.

Pei Mianman walked over and frowned when she saw Sang Qian's death. She had never seen anyone die like this.

"Who did it!" Sang Hong gritted his teeth and said, with deep hatred in his eyes.

You must know that Sang Qian is his only son, and it is impossible for him to have another son at his age, so once Sang Qian dies, he will be completely extinct.

He suddenly felt that all his life's hard work was meaningless. Even if he was dismissed from his post and sent to prison before, he still had his wisdom in his hands, and he was confident that there would always be a way to turn things around.

But now no matter how many schemes he has in his mind, he can't do anything.

The only motivation to keep him alive is revenge, and he must kill the murderer who killed his son.

Pei Mianman replied: "We checked around just now, but we didn't see anyone else."

She secretly rejoiced that she and Zheng Dan had been with him all the time, otherwise she had just had a bad relationship before, and now she might be regarded as a murderer.

"Father" Sang Qian hurried over to support him, her eyes were full of tears, it was obvious that seeing her own brother die so horribly, she was also heartbroken.

Enduring his grief, Sang Hong knelt down next to his son's body tremblingly, and began to investigate the cause of his death.

At that moment, he was no longer the cunning and cunning prefect of Mingyue City, but a poor old man who lost his son.

Sang Qian was also helping at the side. When she touched her brother's dry wood-like corpse, her hands trembled slightly, and she didn't know whether it was grief or anger.

The two checked for a while and Sang Qian looked blank: "Daddy, I can't find a wound on my brother."

Apparently because there was only a layer of shriveled skin left, the slight wound on Sang Qian's neck was hard to detect.

"Why is there no wound?" Sang Hong muttered to himself, he didn't understand how his son died.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes in the distance, and Sang Hong suddenly raised his head, wondering if it was the murderer who left and returned?

Even Pei Mianman and Zheng Dan were full of curiosity, how could there be cavalry in this wilderness.

But what came into view was a dazzling yellow light, and everyone squinted their eyes to see that most of the cavalrymen were dressed in gold armor, with solemn expressions.

Zheng Dan secretly sighed, originally thought that the Chu family's red robe army was already elite enough, but the momentum and sense of oppression of this group of cavalry were even higher than the Chu family's red robe army.

Sang Hong's face changed slightly: "Hu Benjun!"

"Hu Ben?" Zheng Dan was a little puzzled.

Pei Mianman next to him was also full of shock, and hurriedly explained: "You are not in the capital, so you may not be very clear about this. Huben is the emperor's pro-army, and he only accepts the emperor's command."

Zheng Dan was startled: "Could it be that the emperor is here?"

Sang Qian who was on the side shook her head: "That's not the case. In the current situation, it's not convenient for the emperor to leave the capital. He must have sent someone close to him."

When the team of cavalry approached, everyone finally saw clearly the situation of those people in front.

At first, more than a dozen riders were dressed in clothes embroidered with Xiezhi patterns, and wore cold and stern iron masks on their faces, which gave them an all-too-familiar feeling.

"Embroidered Clothes Messenger!"

The same idea came to everyone's minds, and what was even more surprising was that the clothes of these embroidered emissaries were obviously different in color from the previous batch. They looked more refined and sophisticated, and they were obviously higher-level existences.

But what was surprising was that the embroidered clothes worn by the first knight were different from other embroidered clothes envoys. His clothes were dark red, and even the patterns on the clothes were all embroidered with gold thread.

And he didn't wear that terrifying iron mask on his face, but revealed his own appearance.

The middle-aged man's skin was as pale as if he hadn't seen the light for a long time. Coupled with his lightning-like phoenix eyes, his expression was extremely stern, and his whole person gave off a gloomy and cold aura.

"Zhu Xie's heart!" Sang Hong showed a bitter expression, he didn't expect this guy to be dispatched.

Pei Mianman was also sweating a little from his temples, and quietly reminded Zheng Dan: "This man is Zhu Xie Chixin, the commander of the Embroidered Clothes Envoy. Unfathomable, there are countless princes and nobles in the court these years, and the feudal officials are in his hands, the kind of existence that can stop children from crying at night."

At this time, a cold and soft female voice sounded: "Manman?"

Pei Mianman looked into the crowd in disbelief, and found a familiar beautiful figure, and said in disbelief, "Chu Yan?"

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