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Chapter 234 Excavation (one more)

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    , Daganchangsheng

    After Ning Zhenzhen said this, he didn't believe it.

    But these are indeed words read from the heart of the middle-aged man.

    In the mind of this middle-aged man, there is not a single disciple of the Kunshan Sacred Sect in Shenjing, only himself.

    Ni Zhao said in a deep voice, "Ning Sicheng?"

    Ning Zhenzhen looked at the middle-aged man: "Do you think this is possible? You are the only one lurking in Shenjing in the entire Kunshan Holy Cult? Dozens of Kunshan Holy Cult disciples have died in the hands of the court in the past few days!"

    The middle-aged man showed a sneer and joke, but said nothing.

    Ning Zhenzhen raised her slender eyebrows lightly, and said in surprise: "Are they all fake?"

    The middle-aged man frowned.

    Now he finally discovered the mystery, this beautiful woman can read his own thoughts.

    Ning Zhenzhen turned to look at Ni Zhao.

    Ni Zhao shook his head: "Impossible."

    The other two priests also shook their heads.

    Sima Xun and the others also shook their heads, thinking it was impossible.

    This is talking nonsense with open eyes, how could it be possible that so many disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult are fake!

    But then a trace of doubt emerged.

    Because these disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult committed suicide as soon as they were recognized, without saying a word.

    Previously, people had no doubts, but together with their doubts, they found that there was no way to be sure that they were really disciples of the Kunshan Sacred Cult, could they be disciples of other sects?

    "You are the only true disciple, and the others are disciples outside the sect?" Ning Zhenzhen said, "Or are they not disciples of the Kunshan Sacred Cult, but just pretending to be disciples of the Kunshan Sacred Cult?"

    Her bright eyes are deep.

    The middle-aged man felt that his mind was about to be sucked in, so he couldn't help turning his eyes away.

    Ning Zhenzhen said: "It seems that they are pretending to be the disciples of the Kunshan Sacred Cult and ruining the reputation of the Kunshan Sacred Cult"

    She shook her head and said with a smile: "Since it is to tarnish the reputation of Kunshan Sacred Cult, why did you sneak into Lord Zhou's house?to protect Lord Zhou?"

    A smile bloomed on her beautiful face, which dazzled everyone.

    Ning Zhenzhen shook his head with a smile: "You said it was to protect Lord Zhou secretly, what was it to guard against?or is Lord Zhou also a disciple of the Kunshan Sacred Cult?"

    The smile on her beautiful face slowly faded, and thoughtfully: "Master Zhou is also a disciple of the Kunshan Sacred Cult?"

    The middle-aged man's eyes tried to move around, not to meet Ning Zhenzhen's clear and bright eyes, not to look at Ning Zhenzhen's deep and soul-stirring eyes.

    I want to avoid Ning Zhenzhen's reading in this way.

    But it didn't help, she could still see her thoughts clearly.

    A sense of powerlessness rose in his heart, followed by anger.

    But as soon as the anger came, a coolness suddenly penetrated into my mind, like a pot of cold water pouring down on my head, all the anger was extinguished at once.

    If you can't get angry, you can't activate the secret technique.

    He suddenly became calm, but it was the effect of the Qingxin Mantra, so he couldn't help being calm.

    No fear, no fear, no sadness, no joy, no anger, no worries, just looked at Ning Zhenzhen lightly.

    Ning Zhenzhen shook his head and said, "Master Zhou cannot be a disciple of the Kunshan Sacred Cult."

    He smiled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

    "Really" Ning Zhenzhen looked at Ni Zhao.

    Ni Zhao and the three of them looked serious.

    Master Zhou is Zhou Jigang, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, a dignified second-rank official.

    Even the head of their foreign department is only a second grade.

    In the officialdom, if a senior official crushes a person to death, this matter must be reported to Si Zheng, and they have no right to decide.

    It's just that they absolutely don't believe it.

    ?How could the dignified Minister of the Ministry of Industry be a disciple of the Kunshan Holy Cult?

    Ni Zhao looked around.

    Ning Zhenzhen said: "Don't worry Ni, they will keep their mouths shut."

    Her clear eyes swept everyone away.

    Sima Xun and everyone clasped their fists solemnly.

    ?Indicating that they will keep their mouths tight and never spread it to the outside world, they understand this basic rule.

    Ni Zhao snorted: "If this matter gets out and there is any trouble, we will all be unlucky, and none of us will be able to escape!"

    Huang Yufeng said: "Don't worry Ni, we all understand and will never talk nonsense."

    Ning Zhenzhen said indifferently: "After today, everyone is not allowed to drink after leaving duty, and they are not allowed to go to those romantic places."

    "Yes!" Everyone sighed.A disciple of the Holy Religion of the Mountain?  ¡­¡­Too!  "

    Ning Zhenzhen looked at Ni Zhao.

    The expressions of the three of Ni Zhao gradually became serious.

    Song Chaoyin's previous answer was indeed a bit confusing, making people confused, even talking nonsense. Ning Zhenzhen directly put aside these dizzying questions and turned to digging out his life experience. The problems revealed are shocking.  .

    This Ning Zhenzhen really deserves to be the number one young person in Mingyue Temple. She has a sharp mind and can be regarded as a top expert in interrogation. It seems that the foreign department can let her join in the important interrogation in the future.

    Ning Zhenzhen continued: "If your parents are also disciples of Kunshan Shengjiao, have they lived in that village all the time? As far as I know, in general sect inspections, a disciple's family must have lived for at least 30 years, that is,  Two generations are here, and your grandparents also live here,Are they also disciples of Kunshan Sacred Cult?Yes!"

    Fakong's voice suddenly rang in Ning Zhenzhen's ear: "Junior Sister, be careful of assassins, leave him alone, protect yourself!"

    Fakong saw the fate of Song Chaoyin through Tianyantong, and after a while, assassins would arrive.

    Ning Zhenzhen's face changed slightly, and he suddenly said in a deep voice: "Three priests, be careful about assassination."

    The three of Ni Zhao reacted very quickly. As soon as they heard the word "assassination", they flashed immediately, forming a gesture of horns, with their backs facing Song Chaoyin, and their gangster energy was already mobilized and ready to strike at any time.

    "Woo¡ª!" A white shadow shot from the top of the wall, drawing an afterimage in the air.

    Ning Zhenzhen reacted the quickest, as soon as the jade palm was lifted, it was ready to come.

    Even if you don't block it hard, you can block it and create opportunities for Ni Zhao and the others.

    Fakong suddenly appeared next to her, grabbed her slender waist and moved sideways, avoiding the white shadow.

    "Bang!" Bai Ying made a muffled sound as he approached, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

    Ni Zhao and the three felt a warning sign, but it was too late, the blood mist spread ten feet in an instant, the speed was too fast, far surpassing their body skills.

    "Ah¡ª!" The three screamed.

    When the blood mist enters the body, it feels like the sulfuric acid from the previous life splashed on the face and body, and the pain is unbearable.

    Screaming is just a natural reaction, which cannot be restrained.

    As soon as Ning Zhenzhen's Liu waist was embraced, she turned her jade hand over and was about to slap it, but smelled Fakong's breath, and spread Taisu's divine palm.

    They narrowly avoided the blood mist.

    Sima Xun and the others were not so lucky.

    When they saw the white shadow appearing, they immediately rushed forward, ready to help stop them, but they rushed forward too fast, and they had no time to retreat, and were covered in blood mist.

    Some stick to the chest, some stick to the face, and some stick to the elbow, but the pain is the same, the pain is unbearable, and I can't help screaming.

    Song Chaoyin was the worst.

    He has been deprived of martial arts, his acupoints have been sealed, and he cannot move.

    When the blood mist shrouded, Ni Zhao and the three couldn't help dodging, but forgot to protect him, and the blood mist fell heavily on his body.

    He almost passed out from the pain.

    Just at this moment, a basin of cold water poured down on him, keeping him awake and dispelling the darkness formed by the pain.

    Another shot of fine wine fell, and the body entered the hot spring from the extreme cold, and the feeling of drunkenness rose spontaneously.

    Fakong cast the rejuvenation spell, covering the entire courtyard.
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