"It's a person."

The book boy jumped in fright, and then he realized that he was lying in the grass by the roadside.

"Who are you?"

"Speak."

After shouting for a long time and receiving no reply, I knelt down to check and stretched out my hand to sniff.

"Master, he is dead."

At this time, the scholar in green shirt also put away the sword at his waist and stepped forward to check on Zhao Shixian.

"Looking at him, he doesn't look like he comes from a poor family."

"Eh."

The scholar finally noticed the soul-honoring flag held tightly in Zhao Shixian's hand.

He stretched out his hand to pull it, and the clenched palms loosened. The Soul Flag wrapped in the shape of a command flag was picked up by the scholar in green shirt.

The scholar in green shirt looked at it carefully: "It doesn't look like an ordinary thing, it looks like it is made of cold jade."

"But why can't I open this silk noodle?"

Tushanjun was also helpless.

Most people would not dare to pick it up when they see the lifelike ghost face on the flag.

So he used his magic power to gather the entire flag.

Only mana can open it again.

This green-shirted scholar has no magic power and is not a practitioner.

However, he still has a trick up his sleeve. The Blood Evil Dharma can help people with spiritual roots practice. As long as he has spiritual roots, he will have a chance.

While the scholar was picking up the soul flag, the scholar had already stripped Zhao Shixian naked.

I even searched through my underwear for fear of missing a coin.

"Sir, there is another book here."
Chapter completed!