After all, Taiyimen and Wuxingmeng are two organizations, and they do not share information with each other. Centurion Fu (deacon) needs information from Taiyimen, and he has to consume a favor.

Big muscle bully: "You can't beat me again."

The other captains did not respond and seemed to no longer care about the matter.

At this time, Fu Qingyang, one of the three deacons, sent a message:

"Are you free? Do you need to throw you back to the training camp for training?"

Li Dongze and Dajiba immediately fell silent.

After a few seconds, Fu Qingyang sent another message:

"Since I have joined the ranks, they are my soldiers. The Baihu soldiers will not give up any of their colleagues. This is our belief and has nothing to do with value."

Li Dongze sighed, this matter was really messed up by him, Mr. Fu Baifu would not say it, but who knows if he lost points in his heart.

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At 10:30 noon, Zhang Yuanqing locked the door of the room, tied his shoelaces, and drank two large glasses of water.

Then, he unscrewed the medicine bottle and put five small blue pills in his mouth.

Then, he went to the bed and silently waited for the opening of the spirit realm.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and about ten minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing heard a cold voice in his mind:

?Spirit Realm is opening......?

[Ding, the map of the spirit world has been opened, welcome to the "God of Night Tour - She Ling Tunnel", number: 0079. ?

[Difficulty level: s]

[Type: Single (Death Type)]

[Main task 1: Survive for three hours (completed). ?

[Main task 2: Explore No. 0079 spiritual realm, current exploration rate: 20%]

[Remarks: Non-spiritual objects cannot be brought in. ?

?Good luck, Yuanshi Tianzun! ?

The ceiling was distorted, like the surface of water blown by the wind, and when the picture returned, Zhang Yuanqing found himself in the dim candlelight of the main hall.

Candles, sculptures, corpses, and antique lattice doors. Outside the door is a courtyard with undulating grass, an overturned bronze incense burner, bluestone roads and bright moonlight.

There is desolation and weirdness in the dead silence.

"This place seems to be in perpetual darkness."

Zhang Yuanqing raised his palm to his mouth and spit out the small blue pill in his mouth.

The trick worked, I'm so clever... He happily put the pills in his pocket, and had a little confidence in his "future".

With them, when facing the red dancing shoes, there is hope of life-saving.

Then, he walked straight to the tribute table, thought for a moment, and reached out to hold the candlestick. JrNovels.com