"If you don't want to go anywhere for the past two days, just stay here, and when I get better, I'll personally send you out of the city!" Wan Ziming said.

"Isn't the revenge of the Leng family avenged? You are the president of the mercenary union, can't the huge mercenary union defeat the Blood God Temple?" Zhong Xia asked.

"The Mercenary Guild can indeed defeat the Blood God Temple, but this Guild is not mine alone, and the Blood God Temple has not attacked the Mercenary Guild!" Wan Ziming shook his head, Han Hao knew what he was trying to express.

"In the future, Rou'er will be handed over to you to take care of, if she stays in the Blood God Temple of Fengyang City and the Zhuo family, she will not be spared!" Wan Ziming said as he looked at Leng Rou who was unconscious.

"Senior, don't worry, Leng Rou is our friend, we will take care of her!" Han Hao replied.

"Okay, you can find a place to rest, I'll heal my injuries first!" Wan Ziming sat cross-legged and recovered from his injuries.

Han Hao and the others glanced at each other, and they all found a place to meditate and cultivate.

Three days later.

Han Hao sat at the door alone, Su Yumeng and the three daughters were surrounding Leng Rou, Leng Rou had woken up two days ago, and she had been trying to go back to Leng Rou's house, but they were all stopped. Han Hao secretly went to see it once, the entire Leng family had become ruins, the courtyard was full of corpses, men, women and children, but they were all dried up, as if the blood in the body had been sucked away, it looked extremely miserable, and the entire Leng family did not have a single living mouth.

In the past three days, Leng Rou woke up and cried, fell asleep when she was tired of crying, and cried again when she woke up, the whole person was pale, and it looked very distressing, Su Yumeng's three daughters took turns to take care of her and comfort her.

Two days later, Wan Ziming walked out of the secret room full of energy.

"Grandpa Wan!" Leng Rou, who was originally motionless, suddenly plunged into Wan Ziming's arms.

"Grandpa Wan, is our Leng family really finished? Grandpa and father are gone?" Leng Rou lay in Wan Ziming's arms, and the more she cried, the more sad she became.

"Xiao Rou'er, it's Grandpa Wan's incompetence, he can't save your Leng family, it's all Grandpa Wan's fault!" Wan Ziming hugged Leng Rou tightly, and the old tears were all over his face.

"Why, why does the Zhuo family have to destroy my Leng family!" Leng Rou raised her head and looked at Wan Ziming and asked.

"Alas, you are still young and don't understand! Don't worry, this Grandpa Qiu Wan will help you get revenge, even if you fight my old bones, you won't let go of the Zhuo family and the Blood God Temple!" Wan Ziming sighed and shook his head.

"No, Grandpa Wan, I want to avenge my grandfather's father and the one hundred and eighty-three members of my Leng family!" Leng Rou wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a firm gaze.

"Okay, Grandpa Wan will accompany you then!" Wan Ziming touched Leng Rou's head.

"And us!" At this time, Han Hao and the others all stepped forward.

"Thank you!" Leng Rou bowed to Han Hao and the others.

"You're welcome, Xiao Rou'er, we're your friends!" Su Yumeng walked up to Leng Rou and grabbed her arm, touched her head with the other hand, and said in imitation of Wan Ziming's tone.

"I hate it!" said Leng Rou with tears and laughter.

"Okay, I'll send you out of Fengyang City quickly, the Zhuo family and the Blood God Temple won't let you go so easily!" Wan Ziming said.

"Grandpa Wan, what about you?" asked Leng Rou.

"Don't worry, how can I say that I am also a member of the Mercenary Guild, even if the Blood God Temple is not completely sure, it will not be easy to start a war!"

It soon got dark, Wan Ziming took advantage of the middle of the night to take Han Hao and the seven people to quietly find out of Fengyang City, along the way, Leng Rou's eyes never left the direction of the Leng family, along the way, the streets were full of people from the Zhuo family and the Blood God Temple, not only to search for the people of the Leng family, but even many martial artists were killed, and the blood in their bodies was emptied.

"This group of beasts in the Blood God Temple!" Han Hao and the others were taken by Wan Ziming and flew above Fengyang City, and Wan Ziming used his divine sense to shroud the bodies of several people, and no one noticed it at all.

"Anjing City fell half a month ago, after the Blood God Temple occupied Anjing City, it slaughtered more than 100,000 people and used blood to establish the Blood God Pool to help the disciples of the Blood God Temple cultivate, it seems that Fengyang City is also about to die!" Wan Ziming shook his head and said.

"Isn't there anyone to stop them?" asked Su Yumeng.

"Hmph! Martial artists are arrogant, they think they are superior, and they didn't hit their door, do you think anyone will meddle in their affairs?" Han Hao said disdainfully.

"Well, what Han Hao said is right, some people who have reached a certain level of cultivation already regard human life as a mustard, and those who die are inconsequential people, they don't bother to care!" Wan Ziming glanced at Han Hao and said with appreciation.

"If we can't help people in need, we can't do chivalrous deeds, so what's the point of us cultivating martial arts?" Su Qing muttered on the side.

"Not everyone thinks like this, if you feel that this world is unfair, then work hard to cultivate, sooner or later you have the ability to break this world and establish the order you want, even the Heavenly Dao can't control everything you want!" Han Hao looked ahead and said in a firm tone, as if he was talking to Su Qing and as if he was talking to himself.

Speaking of which, Su Yumeng and the others set their eyes on Han Hao at the same time.

"If this is what you have to do, then I will always be by your side with you!" Su Yumeng stretched out her little hand and grabbed one of Han Hao's hands tightly, looking at him affectionately with her two eyes, at this time, Han Hao exuded a strange charm, which made people extremely obsessed.

"I'll be here!" Shen Turan took a step closer and put his hand on the back of Su Yumeng's hand.

"We'll be there too!" Zhong Xia and Fang Ling's children glanced at each other and stretched out their palms.

"I'll be where Brother Hao is!" Su Qing put his hand on it with an indifferent expression.

"Stinky boy, Brother Hao is on your lips every day, don't you have any place in your heart!" Su Yumeng slapped Su Qing on the head fiercely.

"You hit me on the head again, sooner or later you will be beaten stupid!" Su Qing muttered in a depressed voice, although his voice was very small, but the people present were all martial artists, and their hearing was very sensitive, and they all covered their mouths and snickered.

"What about you?" Han Hao raised his head and looked at Leng Rou.

"I, can I?" Leng Rou's gaze was a little misty.

"Of course you can, when the sky falls, there is a head of the regiment!" Fang Ling smiled and pulled Leng Rou over, Han Hao suddenly had black lines on his head when he heard it, and the rest of the people laughed heartlessly.

"Now I announce, Leng Rou, you have officially become the seventh member of our Xingyan Mercenary Group!" Su Yumeng said with a smile.

"Hey, I'm the head of the regiment now!" Han Hao said on the side.

"Then do you have an opinion?" Su Yumeng looked at Han Hao with one hand on his waist.

"No, no, the leader is wise!" Han Hao looked at Su Yumeng weakly like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"Cut!" Shen Turan and the others raised their middle fingers together with Leng Rou.