Seeing that his body was paralyzed and lying on the ground and could not move, he could only silently endure the pain of blood flow in the liver, Zilong took a breath, then turned to look at Gu Qing and said weakly:

"Let's... let's go?"

He looked at He Li who was lying on the ground with a cold look for the last time, and Gu Qing turned around:

"Walk!"

After saying that, Gu Qing's figure flashed rapidly under the moonlight.

Zilong wanted to leave but stopped. His eyes were nostalgic on He Li's storage ring at the fingertips. He leaned his hand and leaned his fingers. The suction of the ghost handprints poked out, sucking He Li's storage ring into his hand.

Looking at the storage ring that was harvested unexpectedly, Zilong's mouth raised slightly, and then he jumped and followed Gu Qing...

Gu Qing and Zilong left one after another, leaving only corpses and blood on the ground.

In just a quarter of an hour, three more corpses were added to this quiet land.

He Li's two guards, and the crow thrown by He Li...

He Li's body trembled constantly on the cold ground. This was not an action under his control, but a blood flowing from the liver and blood, and his body's instinct twitched.

He Li's life gradually passed in the dark night when no one cared about. In the last half of his life, He Li turned his eyes and looked at the full moon in the sky. He remembered his past...

He was also a teenager, a young man who was well-read and had great ambitions, until... until he was robbed by monks on the way to participate in the Central Plains literary test. As a part of him, he almost starved to death and was rescued by Lu Youyi while fighting for food with a wild dog.

When Lu You saw that he was well-informed and had a strategy, he took him into the master of the village. At that time, Tuzhai was only a small group of bandits with only a hundred individuals... Lu Youyi instigated He Li to work with them as a bandit, and their village was short of one who had drunk ink...

In this way, He Li, who was desperate, joined Tuzhai. He Li was very smart. He became Lu Youyi's military advisor with his outstanding performance. Later, he became sworn brothers with the five Lu brothers, collectively known as the six brothers of Tuzhai... He began to learn how to smoke, drink, prostitute, and bet. He organized the people in Tuzhai to burn, kill, rob, rape and plunder, and put all the books of sages he had read for more than ten years...

At the same time, He Li also began to use cultivation resources to accumulate himself. With the accumulation of massive cultivation resources, he, a literati who was originally powerless, has now become a mid-stage cultivator in the fourth-level mid-stage...

Not afraid of bandits having big fists, but fear of bandits having "culture". Tuzhai grew up step by step under He Li's plan, and has until now become the largest force in the radius of the Taluo City within a few dozen miles of miles, besides the Qing Kiln Conference...

Looking back on the past ten years, He Li couldn't help but ask in his heart at the last moment when his blood was still sober before he was still rational and sober:

If he had not been robbed by those gangster monks on the way to the Central Plains Competition back then, he would have successfully participated in the competition. Perhaps, he would have made his mark in the Central Plains Competition, perhaps, he is now a staff officer under the seat of the White Emperor or the Four Emperors...

Black clouds floated by the sky, dark clouds covered the moon, He Li closed his eyes and was silent forever in the pool of blood.

...

On the other side, in the secret room underground of Bu Laoda Inn.

At this time, a fat man who was wrapped in quicksand and whose only exposed eyes and nose were also covered by black cloth was located in the center of the secret room.

This fat man who was controlled by Huang Dou to make rice dumplings was Lu Yousan.

Lu Yousan was standing in front, back and forth, and left and right.

The stuttering guy, Boss Bu, Boss Bu's subordinates, Gu Qing, Huang Dou, Xiuxiu, Huang Gongbu, Zilong, and Chuchu.

Zilong waved his hand and signaled Huang Dou:

"Baodou, loosen his ties."

Immediately, Huang Dou waved his fingers, and the quicksand wrapped around Lu Yousan quickly flowed.

The quicksand gradually disappeared from Lu Yousan's body and turned into five slender quicksand ropes. The quicksand rope locked Lu Yousan's limbs and neck on one end, and the other end was tightly absorbed on the upper and lower corners of the secret room, lifting the fat Lu Yousan's feet off the ground and hanging up.

Lu Yousan couldn't breathe when the quicksand rope on his neck was tied. His face turned red and he looked very uncomfortable.

However, everyone present saw that Lu Yousan had no sympathy in his eyes, but instead looked different with contempt and anger.

This posture is like the King of Hell and the little devils interrogating the demons who come to prison.

Zilong bent his fingers slightly, and the suction of the ghost handprints lightly came out, removing the black cloth covering Lu Yousan's face.

After the black cloth in front of him was taken off, Lu Yousan was able to see the dense row of people standing in front of him.

There were those he knew and those he had never met before. Although Lu Yousan wanted to say something, the quicksand rope that locked his neck had already strangled his throat, and then he could no longer make any sounds.

Under Huang Dou's control, the quicksand rope that strangled Lu Yousan's throat became tighter and tighter. Lu You's face, which was full of flesh, had completely turned red and his eyes were turning white.

Just before the three generals Lu You were strangled to death, Huang Dou stopped his hand and released his strength, and suddenly relaxed the quicksand rope that locked his throat.

The pressure on his neck disappeared, and Lu Yousan, who walked on the edge of the Gate of Hell, breathed heavily, and beads of sweat slid down his fat face. Lu Yousan's face was extremely ugly.

After a long time, Lu Yousan, who finally recovered from the suffocational oppression, raised his head.

Looking at his eyes that glared at him, Lu Yousan's heart skipped a beat, and it sank into the bottom of the lake like a gurgling stone hitting the water surface.

Lu Yousan suppressed the panic in his heart. He looked at Boss Bu and said, "

"Bu Erlangzi, your uncle, let me go. You forgot how I spared your life back then? I spared your life, but you are so humble and unethical!"

Boss Bu put his hands on his chest and glanced coldly:

"Hmph, I'm sorry, it's not me who wants to punish you today. I'm just here to appreciate your death..."

With Lu Yousan's confused expression on his face, Boss Bu, Zilong, Huang Dou and others lined up on both sides, making way for Liu Chuchu who was slowly walking towards him with a knife.

Chuchu stepped forward with a long knife in his hand, looking a little excited.

"Old thief, do you still remember me?"

Listening to the words of the girl holding the knife in front of him, Lu Yousan was stunned at first, then suddenly remembered something, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"You are that bitch's daughter!"

"Stupid... bitch?" Chuchu lowered his head and said to himself as thin as a mosquito.

A moment later, caught everyone off guard, Chuchu suddenly raised her tearful face. She held a long knife in her hand and slashed down at Lu Yousan, who was bound by the quicksand rope!

Chuchu's sword directly cut off Lu Yousan's left ear and cut into Lu Yousan's left shoulder with a long sword into his bones and penetrated three inches straight!

At this moment, even Zilong, Gu Qing and others were shocked by Chu Chu's sudden outbreak.

You should know that Chuchu is an ordinary person who has not cultivated the source of alchemy, and is also a thinner girl than ordinary people.

But even such a girl with no power to tie a chicken, cut off Lu Yousan's left ear with a short sword, and cut off Lu Yousan's shoulder bone, three inches into the bone.

How hard the human shoulder bone is? The explosive power of Chuchu's first sword is enough to be comparable to that of ordinary first-level peak monks.

"Genius, this girl is a genius of cultivation." The ghost's voice floated out and reached Zilong's mind.

Zilong remained silent and did not express any too much opinion on this issue. According to Huang Baimei, Chuchu was Jing Rulin's granddaughter, so half of the blood of the Jing family flowed through her body. She was not surprised that she had such symptoms in her anger.

On the contrary, when Zilong looked at Chuchu's tears, he felt a little distressed...

And just as Chu Chu waved his sword, a scream like a pig slaughtering came from the secret room.

The sound was so shrill, like the howling of evil ghosts in the eighteen levels of hell, enough to stop crying late at night.

Lu Yousan's face also turned a huge reversal in an instant. His left face was bleeding, sweating like rain, and his face was pale and trembling. When he looked at the girl in front of him, he was filled with panic.

Chuchu held the knife in both hands, and with a thunderous thunder from the bone, she pulled the long knife out of Lu Yousan's shoulder.

Lu Yousan, who had just stopped, let out another shrill scream.

Chuchu held the long sword in his hand and raised it high. This time, he aimed at Lu Yousan's head!

At this time, all Lu Yousan's arrogance and anger had disappeared. All that was left on his face was fear of death and his facial features, and his eyes were crowded with mercy.

"No! No!! Your mother was not killed by me, she committed suicide by hitting the door..."

Listening to Lu Yousan's begging for mercy, thinking about his mother, tears rolling in Chuchu's eyes once again rolled down.

Although she was extremely angry at Lu Yousan in front of her, Chuchu had killed one of the livestock in Dalian since she was a child, let alone killing people.

At this time, although Chuchu raised the long sword high, his body was a little stiff and he was reluctant to fall.

I don’t know if it was compassion or the sword that just now exhausted Chuchu’s strength, but Chuchu was a little weak at this moment, and he looked like he was unsteadily holding a long sword.

Looking at the girl's condition, Lu Yousan, who was bleeding and sweating, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, as if he had survived the disaster.

And the next moment, the fat face of Lu Yousan opened his eyes and was shocked. The last scene he saw in his eyes was the scene of a long sword falling down!

I saw that at some point, Zilong had quietly come behind Chuchu. He reached out and held Chuchu's unstable hands holding the knife.

Chuchu's heart, which shook, became extremely firm at the moment when Zilong's hands blessed, as if her body was full of strength again.

Zilong and Chuchu clasped the long sword together and chopped it down!

A thump!

The knife falls, the head falls...

Chuchu hugged Zilong behind her and started crying.

Zilong patted his palms and comforted Chuchu who was crying. He glanced at his head that fell to the ground, and then closed his eyes:

"Aunt Liu, I'm with Chuchu to avenge you... I will treat Chuchu like my own sister, and will not let anyone bully her anymore, you can rest in peace..."

...

...

Late at night, the wind blows the sand.

It was dawn, and the sand was covered with the wind was silent.

The next morning, accompanied by a series of screams, the Shangwu Kiln exploded...

After a little leader of Tuzhai was happy in Shangwu Kiln for a night, he got up early the next morning to pee, but found blood next to the cottage. He followed the blood, but found their third head of Tuzhai, Lu Yousan's body and head in the underground flower bed of Shangwu Kiln...
To be continued...