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The formation has dissipated, and the Si people have long since left.

Two twisted corpses on the ground, one of the young corpses stretched out his hand in the direction of the Zhao family's mansion, even if he died, his eyes were still wide, and he couldn't blink a blind eye.

Underneath him, blood flowed all over the ground, and it was scabbed and blackened.

"Huh? Where does the smell of blood come from? ”

The young guard in charge of the night patrol shrugged his nose and looked at the night suspiciously.

"Let's go, let's see!"

The old guard on the side tightened the weapons in his hands, and the two of them walked in the direction where the smell of blood came from with vigilance.

"That's ...... Ah, it's Master Liangchen, come on, come on! ”

"Young master, young master, what's wrong with you?"

The young guard shook Zhao Liangchen's cold corpse without the slightest reaction.

He trembled and reached under Zhao Liangchen's pen, and instantly pulled it back like an electric shock, and his face was suddenly as pale as paper.

"Young Master...... No breathing......" the guard said in despair.

"What?" The old guard's eyes widened.

The two of them trembled with fright.

"It's over, it's over, why did it happen that such a big thing happened when I was on duty, ah, Uncle Wang!"

The old guard spotted Wang Boguang not far away, and he pounced. heiyaпge

"Ah, blood! Uncle Wang also died. ”

Wang Boguang was lying in a pool of blood, covered in wounds, and the hole in the center of his eyebrows showed the tragic battle.

"What should I do?" The two looked at each other, confused.

"Quickly inform the head of the family, the young master has been killed!"

"We're going to die too." The young guard said abruptly.

The two of them panicked, their hands trembled, the young master was killed in front of his house, I really don't know what kind of anger the head of the family will know what kind of anger it will be.

As the two of them on duty, they are to blame.

"Our family is here, we can't run away, let's go, let's go and report it." The slightly older squire spoke bitterly.

The young guard gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

The moment the young guard turned around, the old guard slammed him out with a punch.

The old guard dragged his unconscious companion into the shadow of the corner, and said to himself as he walked, "Baby, it's a pity that you are still young and died so early. It's all a death anyway, so let me have this old bone. ”

After doing all this, the old guard ran into the Zhao family's mansion in a panic, shouting all the way: "It's not good, it's not good, it's not good." ”

Zhao Mengqiang, the head of the Zhao family, had not rested at the moment, and when he saw the old guard running in in a panic, he frowned unhappily and scolded: "Why are you so flustered? ”

The old guard suppressed the panic in his heart and said, "The young master and Uncle Wang were killed. ”

There was a thunderclap on the ground, which startled Zhao Mengqiang and jumped up: "What? Are you saying it again? What's wrong with Chen'er? Say it quickly! ”

The roaring voice of the head of the family echoed in his ears, and the old guard said tremblingly: "Just now, my subordinates smelled a burst of bloody breath when they were on duty, so I looked for the smell, and I saw that the young master and Uncle Wang were lying at the intersection in front of them, and they had been dead for a long time......"

"Ah!!h

Zhao Mengqiang looked up to the sky and roared wildly, and suddenly struck out, knocking the old guard into a bloody froth.

At the moment of death, the old guard showed a look of relief, he had long known that this would be the end, it was better to die than to live, at least his family would be properly supported.

"What's the use of keeping you with such waste?"

Zhao Mengqiang scolded hatefully, and then he trembled, "My Chen'er, my Chen'er." ”

The Zhao family's generation has only one single seedling, and now this single seedling is gone.

"It's gone!" Zhao Mengqiang's heart was full of hatred, his eyes were red, and at this moment he just wanted to tear everything to pieces.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" A gentle woman walked in, one of his favorite concubines.

"Get out, get out of here!" Zhao Mengqiang spewed white gas from his nose, and with a backhand slap, he knocked the beautiful concubine out and knocked her down at the door, blood spurting all over the ground.

The beautiful concubine was so frightened that she didn't dare to let go of a fart, so she hid her face and ran away in tears.

Zhao Mengqiang snorted in his mouth, and his expression was terrifying.

"No matter who it is, as long as I find out, Lao Tzu will not destroy you, Lao Tzu will not be surnamed Zhao, come here, please come to the ancestors!"

"Chen'er, my Chen'er......" Zhao Mengqiang was heartbroken.

After dozens of breaths, Zhao Mengqiang and several ancestors of his family came to the place where Zhao Liangchen was attacked and killed, all with gloomy expressions.

"Ancestor, what do you think about this matter? Is Chen'er still saved? Zhao Mengqiang stroked Zhao Liangchen's cold skin, his face expressionless.

An old man with a white beard carefully investigated the scene, looked at Zhao Liangchen's cold corpse, and said in a deep voice: "There are traces of the formation around, it should be a murder that has been planned for a long time." ”

"There is a fragment of broken arrow feathers in Wang Boguang's palm, and the person who came should be good at using arrows."

"As for Chen'er...... The spirit is gone, and there is nothing that can be done. The old man looked at the junior lying in a pool of blood with a complicated expression, and shook his head with a complicated expression.

At his level, the love of relatives has been indifferent, and the survival of the family and the immortal path of immortality are the ultimate goals.

"Can't do anything about it?" Zhao Mengqiang muttered to himself, slowly closed Zhao Liangchen's dead eyelids, and said a little sluggishly: "Chen'er, Dad will definitely avenge you, you can go with peace of mind." ”

"No matter who it is, this time it must not be let go."

"Ancestor, Chen'er's revenge must be avenged, the murderer must be caught, my Zhao family is not powerful, is it really easy for us to bully? This time, I'm going to find out to the end and destroy him! ”

Zhao Meng stood up with a strong bang, all indecision had disappeared, and his expression was extremely cold.

The bodies of Zhao Liangchen and Wang Boguang were collected and placed in the family hall, and Zhao Mengqiang wore a white scarf to gather all the Zhao family members who began to go crazy to investigate the murderer.

In the middle of a bunch of guards, there was a figure of a young guard, who looked at the center of the hall with a complicated expression.

Thinking that the old figure was killed here and there was no place to be buried, a trace of resentment flashed in his heart.

"Don't worry, I'll live well."

He took a deep look at the void in the lobby and turned to leave.

Since that night, Zhao Mengqiang has bitten people like a mad dog, as long as he has used archery to be famous, or has had hatred, go to his mother's Taoguang to raise obscurity, go to his mother's forbearance, Lao Tzu's son is gone, endure a fart!

The Zhao family messed around, turning Tianxuan's country upside down.

The situation is becoming more and more chaotic.

And this kind of chaos is played out every day in many cities.

It was as if an invisible hand was pushing behind it.

The pot of impetuous warm water was about to boil, the smoke was filling, and the foam was tumbling, and it was impossible to see clearly.

However, none of this had anything to do with Ye Lingtian, he meandered through the cave of the ancient ruins, and finally found the exit.