Lan Yutang pulled it out of the ground with two fingers, put it in front of Xiang Fang, and said in a deep voice: I think you know the origin of those people.

Xiang Fang smiled and said, "Are you testing me?" They are secretive, quick to move, without showing a trace, and dressed in black clothes, so you think it has something to do with the Ogi Mirror Palace.

However, you are wrong, those people are not the samurai of Ogikagami Palace, but from a mysterious organization, and everyone calls them black-clothed puppets.

Hearing the words "black-clothed puppet", Lan Yutang was taken aback.

He'd heard of the black-clad puppet.

Their people are just like their names, they are just puppets that have been secretly manipulated, and it can even be said that they are not people at all, but the corpses of some people who have died.

They were manipulated behind their backs by a magical technique, like puppets on the stage, and carried out a bloody massacre in the rivers and lakes.

Many of those puppets are righteous people in the rivers and lakes, but they were caught by someone, and then they became puppets to be manipulated by others.

In order to satisfy their desires with others, or to hide the ugly things they had done, they had to sell their souls to the devil.

Lan Yutang always thought that this black-clothed puppet organization was just a legend, but he didn't expect that this was actually true.

With those actions just now, Lan Yutang seemed to sense that this so-called black-clothed puppet organization seemed to be more terrifying than the legend.

Why did the black-clothed puppet suddenly appear in this place at this time, why did they come to the rescue of Fire Dragon Xie, is there some kind of relationship between them?

If there is some kind of relationship between Huo Longxie and the black-clothed puppet, then there is also some relationship between them and Bai Qinghou, after all, Huo Longxie is Bai Qinghou's subordinate.

Besides, when Huo Longxie was about to die, he seemed to have said such a sentence, don't think that you will win if you defeat me, in fact, Boss Bai ......

What important information is hidden behind that ellipsis, those black-clothed puppets suddenly appeared, do they want to save people, or do they want to kill people?

It is said that the black-clothed puppet's subordinates never leave a living mouth, they will only kill people and not save people, so there are only two possibilities.

The first is that Huo Longxie knows too much, and the black-clothed puppet was ordered to kill him, and the second is that Huo Longxie is simply the lead of the puppet who is manipulating them behind his back.

Judging from the situation at the time, the latter may be more accurate, if they really want to kill the fire dragon Xie, then they can kill him at that time, and there is no need to rescue him and kill him again.

In any case, there must be some unspeakable secret between Huo Longxie and the black-clothed puppet, and this secret seems to be related to Bai Qinghou of the Golden Throwing Villa.

Thinking of this, he looked at Fang Fang.

Xiang Fang still smiled bitterly and said, "You don't have to look at me, but what I can tell you is that I don't know more about this organization than you do.

At this, he suddenly screamed, and then, falling from Sycamore's arms, fell to the ground, and his whole body spasmed, as if in extreme pain.

Wutong asked in a panic: What's wrong with you?

Xiang Fang covered his chest, sweated coldly, and said intermittently: I suddenly felt that my body was so heavy, and the place where I had just been hit by the gossip skeleton of the black-clothed puppet ached faintly.

Speaking of this, he suddenly ripped off his clothes, kept rolling, and said loudly: I feel so hot, my whole body is like it has just been burned by fire, ah, it is so uncomfortable......

He suddenly stood up, rushed to the counter, picked up a teapot and poured water into his mouth.

He poured it like this, poured it on his head, on his face, on his body, and poured all the pot of water, but he kept looking for water to drink, as if he had longed for it to the extreme.

Lan Yutang suddenly took action to restrain his acupoint, and he slowly quieted down, slumped into Wutong's arms, gasping for breath.

Lan Yutang tore open his shirt and looked at it, startled.

He noticed that an inexplicable pattern spot appeared on Xiang Fang's chest where he was hit by the black-clothed puppet's gossip skeleton, and these pattern spots were still slowly expanding outward.

On closer inspection, these sudden spots look a lot like the corners of a gossip map.

The corners of these gossip patterns seemed to be struggling and burning, and although Xiang Fang's acupuncture points were controlled, the painful expressions on his face were indeed clear.

Xiang Fang looked at Lan Yutang, and then looked at these pattern spots on his chest, smiled bitterly, and said: Do you know what this is?

I'm afraid that one of them is the most powerful gossip skull palm print of the black-clothed puppet organization, and when a complete gossip skull palm print appears on my body, my time of death will come.

At this point, he looked at the sycamore again and said, "If I really die, I will give you these near-perfect hands of mine."

Then, he looked up to the sky and sighed, not knowing what he was sighing about.

Lan Yutang suddenly stood up and turned around to go out.

Xiang Fang seemed to have expected what he was going to do, smiled bitterly, and said slowly: If you really want to go out and give me an antidote, then forget it.

As far as I know, there is no antidote to the gossip skeleton palm print, just now we made the fire dragon so miserable, even if we find them, I'm afraid they won't give me the antidote, I understand your kindness.

I've killed people all my life, and I never want to owe anything to others, if I die and die, but I still owe you a big favor, even if I die, I won't feel at ease.

Lan Yutang turned around and looked at him, and then, with his hands crossed, he put his hands on his chest, so that one end of the immortal jade flute was just against his chin, and said lightly:

Actually, you don't need to feel that you owe me a favor at all, because I just ate your fish-flavored eggplant, and I owe you a favor, and I just want to return this favor to you.

Xiang Fang raised his head, looked at Lan Yutang, smiled for a while, and then said: Aren't we friends?

Speaking of this, he looked at Wutong again, the expression on his face seemed to be smiling, and said lightly: What's more, I just borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, so if you want to repay her, you can repay her. However, Wutong also knows that you are my friend, and she shouldn't let you repay anything.

Wutong looked at Lan Yutang, his face suddenly became gloomy and cold, and said: If you really want to repay me, then you will slaughter the big water tank called Fire Dragon Xie for me, how do I think he is not pleasing to the eye.

Hearing this, Xiang Fang smiled, and then, touching her face, said lightly: Sometimes, I feel that life is really a very wonderful thing.

You Lan Yutang and Suo Ming Tsing Yi were originally friends, but later they became enemies, and I and you were originally enemies, but in the end they became friends again.

When I first ate the fish-flavored eggplant roasted by the sycamore, the equation wanted to kill me, but unfortunately he died under my knife, and then, he ran into Tsing Yi.

And when I ate this last fish-flavored eggplant, Huo Longxie wanted to kill me, but unfortunately, I was going to die at the hands of his black-clothed puppet, and then, I ran into you.

Although the three of us belong to different types, God has wrapped us together with an invisible silk thread in the dark, don't you think it's strange?