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Mr. Hei is best at weaving a web out of family affection, hatred, and responsibility.

But Gu Chenzhou was learning little by little not to be dragged away by the net.

This is more difficult than a breakthrough in cultivation.

After placing his father's bones and mother's hair, Gu Chenzhou began to repair the old formation at the mountain guard.

Song Qingshan and Shen Bingxin were assisting.

Huo Jingyuan led people to clean up the perimeter, while Jiang Huaiyuan arranged secret sentries on the mountain roads.

On the day of the tea party, Gu Chenzhou would use the Shoushan Terrace as a point beside Death's Door instead of standing directly in front of Death's Door.

In this way, it can not only sense the dead door air movement, but also prevent it from being locked immediately by Mr. Hei.

Gu Chenzhou used the Well Guard Talisman to drop a little blood on each of the eight corners of the altar.

Song Qingshan used Yang Zhenqi to fill the gap in the old formation for him.

Shen Bingxin was responsible for suppressing Gu Chenzhou's blood consumption.

The mix is ​​much smoother than before.

An hour later, the old formation of Shoushantai finally recovered to 30%.

But it was enough to protect the remains and provide early warning on the day of the tea party.

Just when the last rune lit up, a very low echo suddenly came from the direction of the Death Gate in the distance.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Second sound.

It was like something deep underground knocked on the door.

Gu Chenzhou's face changed slightly.

"Death's door echoes."

The seal between Song Qingshan's brows also felt slightly warm.

It wasn't the knock on the door that came from the center of the well last night.

This time, from the direction of Death's Gate.

Shen Bingxin looked at Song Qingshan.

"Want to go there?"

Song Qingshan did not answer immediately.

Gu Chenzhou closed his eyes and sensed it, and after a moment he said: "It's not that the door of death is cracked."

"It's like the voice from the center of the well, coming out through the door of death."

Song Qingshan's eyes darkened slightly.

In other words, the things underground are becoming familiar with the three-door passage.

Last night it knocked him through the heart of the well.

Today, it can make death's door echo.

If the three doors move together on the day of the tea party, it might really be able to use the three doors to project out.

Gu Chenzhou whispered: "Time is running out."

Song Qingshan looked in the direction of Tianfeng Villa.

"The tea party arrangements must be completed by tonight."

Huo Jingyuan immediately said: "I'll go back to the villa to keep an eye on them."

Jiang Huaiyuan said: "The replacement of personnel in the Jiang family must also be accelerated."

Lu Chen is not here.

Over at Jinshimen Courtyard, there are still Jin Wulie and Jiang Yuntian who need to be guarded.

But Song Qingshan knew that Lu Chen must have sensed some changes.

Jinshi Jin of Jinshimen is deeply involved with Nie Tianheng under the mine.

Mr. Black will not relax on this line.

Just as everyone was about to go down the mountain, Jiang Mingzhu's communication was suddenly connected.

Her voice was steady, but there was obviously a hint of nervousness.

"Song Qingshan, Xinglin Pavilion received a letter."

Song Qingshan's brows moved slightly.

"Black letter?"

"No."

Jiang Mingzhu said: "Baixin."

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