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A gilded plaque hangs high, the word "Chongfu" is written uprightly on it, the vermilion lacquer gate is nailed with fist-sized cooked copper nails, a pair of copper ring tiger heads reveal a solemn and murderous atmosphere, the door steps made of blue bricks are wide and towering, which is prohibitive.

Inside the closed gate, the mansion is extremely wide, with scattered pavilions, Liuvadan columns, carved beams and painted buildings. At the corner of the eaves is a jade tiger-shaped beast, the size of an arm, the pupils are inlaid with emerald green gems, the decoration is extremely luxurious, and the pavilions are scattered with strange mountains and strange stones, adding a bit of vividness.

In front of a stately decorated building, more than a dozen sturdy men dressed in black stood neatly in two columns outside the door, with their chests and backs pulled, standing with their hands hanging down and their faces solemn. There was a faint aura of plagiarism and murder that could not be concealed, which was a momentum that could only be cultivated by being accustomed to death and blood.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a figure dressed in black smashed the door, flew out with blood, and fell heavily to the ground. After rolling a few laps in embarrassment, he collapsed to the ground, convulsed a few times and then stopped moving.

The black-clothed men outside the door didn't even look at him, and still stood quietly in place, even if the flying fragments of the wooden door scraped blood marks on the faces of several people, their expressions did not change in the slightest.

"Ahh A roar of great grief resounded in the room, deafening.

A burly, wide-mouthed middle-aged man stood in the middle of a mess, the voice came from his mouth, and in front of him was a rosewood desk, the hard-to-find Fang Baiyu paperweight, the Yanshan wolf pen that only produces three a year, and other treasured objects were scattered all over the place like garbage, but they could not attract the slightest attention from him.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a white robe, richly clothed, and embroidered with a lifelike colorful tiger, with a bloody mouth and scarlet eyes—a hallmark peculiar to the Northern Bohou. Today's big businessmen can wear this clothes, and only Chonghou Hu is alone.

At this moment, he was clutching a few dim jade fragments tightly, roaring up to the sky, his eyes about to split.

"Wu'er!"

Two lines of turbid tears flowed out of Chonghou Hu's big eyes, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, great compassion since ancient times, not to mention that Chonghou Hu was almost forty years old when Chongzheng was born, and he was old enough to have a son, and he regarded it as a treasure, and now the life card that linked Chongzhen's life has been broken, indicating that he has died, how can Chonghou Hu's heart not hurt?

"No matter who you are, I will draw your tendons, peel your skin, and use your head to pay tribute to my son!" Chonghou Hu was mixed with grief and anger, his eyes flashed with a look that wanted to choose someone to devour, and he roared through gritted teeth.

He raised his hand, the sleeve of his robe shook, and saw a small fiery red gourd fly out of his sleeve "dripping", and when he saw the wind, it rose and became the size of a wheel in the blink of an eye, and with a whistle, a black gas came out of the gourd, like a snare, and a handsome giant eagle flew out like lightning.

The eagle was about the size of two or three people, and its whole body was pitch black, without a trace of variegation, and its beak was like a stainless steel beating, shining with a cold light.

Chonghou Hu felt a monstrous resentment and anger in his heart, turned over and jumped onto the back of the giant eagle, and a pitch-black afterimage crossed the congratulatory voices of the black-clothed men outside the door, and disappeared into the sky as quickly as a streamer.

Linyue City, Yuhuan Province, Xuanshan Secret Land.

On a bare floating mountain, there are no trees or water, only strange rocks scattered on it.

Yu Zhongzi sat high on a boulder, a set of yellow mud tea sets suspended in front of him, a golden tea poured into the tea cup from the spout under the control of his divine sense, and the faint water vapor was dense, turning into the shape of strange beasts such as the eyes and the beasts, running away in the air, gradually fading into the invisible.

Suddenly, his eyelids jumped slightly, and the flowing tea, the dense water vapor, and even the slowly flowing air around him were static for a moment at the same time, and the next moment they returned to normal.

Yu Zhongzi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he waved his big hand, and the tea set fell to the ground as lightly as a migratory bird returning to its nest, neatly arranged. Then, he closed his eyes, pinched his knuckles, and began to deduce.

As the deduction progressed, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and after a few breaths, Yu Zhongzi made a movement and suddenly opened his eyes. He pursed his lips, stood up a little hurriedly, raised a cloud, rushed out of the secret realm of Xuanshan in the blink of an eye, and disappeared without a trace.

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Something terrible seems to have happened.

Li Baifeng silently looked at the existence of two suspected corpses in different shapes in front of him, and the smell of blood in the air stimulated his nerves again and again.

At this point, he wished that his five senses were not so outstanding, because that meant a more sensitive, clearer perception of things—whether it was something he wanted to know or something he didn't want to know.

As a monk, he had not seen blood, but it was indeed the first time he had seen blood-stained corpses and murder scenes.

After a brief period of shock, Li Baifeng regained his composure at a speed that he had been somewhat surprised by, and there was no discomfort, as if these things had been experienced before.

Noticing that Xu Nong's chest was still slightly undulating, Li Baifeng immediately decided to take out his mobile phone and call an ambulance, it is true that he has always looked at Xu Nong unpleasantly, and there was a conflict between the two not long ago, but this does not mean that he will indifferently watch a life disappear in front of him, but do nothing.

Xu Nong has done a lot of wrong things, but his sin is not to death.

"Yike!!! Killed !!"

Before Li Baifeng could take out his mobile phone, a scream piercing the golden cracked stone sounded on the side, and he suddenly turned around, only to see a girl with short hair looking at this in horror, still trembling slightly.

Li Baifeng was irritated by this scream, his brows furrowed subconsciously, and he opened his mouth to say something.

These actions fell in the eyes of the short-haired girl, but they became a manifestation of "the criminal was bumped into at the end of the crime and decided to kill people", which made her tremble. She took out an anti-wolf spray from her bag, and in a panic, she didn't even open the lid, so she looked at Li Baifeng tremblingly, and stammered, "You...... You, don't move!"

Li Baifeng knew that he couldn't explain it to her now, so he raised his hands and said helplessly: "I just passed by here, whether you believe it or not, can you call an ambulance first?" There's another one alive. ”