"Poof." Song Zhuang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then the whole person took two steps back, leaned against the courtyard wall behind him, and collapsed weakly to the ground.

The bones in his chest and the organs in his ribcage had been completely shattered by the sudden burst of power brought by the tip of the iron rod.

"Hmm-" Song Zhuang struggled to prop his hands on the ground, trying to stand up, but he could only make a sigh, and then spit out blood with the remains of his internal organs.

"Zhuangzi! Why are you killing my brother-" Song Rong's eyes were split, and he gritted his teeth and roared, then he stabbed Ye Xiba in the back from behind.

"Hmph-" Hearing the roar of the old subordinate behind him, Ye Xiba just snorted softly, and then stabbed the iron long stick back without even looking back.

Although Ye Xiba didn't look back, nor did he turn around to make any preparations, the iron long stick with a handle seemed to have eyes, and stabbed straight at Song Rong's neck.

Fast as thunder, as fast as lightning.

"Bang-" After a slight muffled sound, one end of the long stick was slowly retracted from Song Rong's Adam's apple.

Ye Xiba withdrew his long stick and turned around, his face was calm, as if he had not killed two subordinates who had followed him for many years, but trampled two ants to death......

"I, I'm ......" Song Rong opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't breathe at all, and red blood continued to spill from his mouth and nose, making him look like a demon from hell.

"I've changed." Ye Xiba glanced indifferently at the dying person in front of him, and slowly said these three words.

Song Rong listened to Ye Xiba's words, but his eyes widened, and he didn't seem to understand what Ye Xiba had changed at all? And what made him change so completely that he was so dead to his own siblings.

As he thought about it, he felt that it was no longer possible to breathe, and his brain was groggy from insufficient blood supply, and finally he no longer had the strength to support himself to stand, and as soon as his legs went limp, he fell to the ground.

Ye Xiba has changed?

What has changed in him?

Song Rong fell to the ground on his side, his vision gradually darkened, and a pair of eyes could only catch a glimpse of the pair of cloth shoes with a hole in Ye Xiba's feet gradually moving away......

Ye Xiba gently pushed open the courtyard door, then turned around and carefully closed the door tightly.

When he did all this, it was as natural as a man who was about to go out of the house, gently closing the door behind him.

But...... Only he knows that behind this door is ......

Red blood, cold swords, snow-white flesh, and souls that have lost their faith.

Ye Xiba narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace to the east, he came to Shaxian this time to find this person to settle this grievance.

At present, before he arrived in Shaxian, he had already learned the news of the other party, which really made him happy.

What he said about himself had changed, it seemed like just casual words, but the farther south he went, the closer he got to that damn Chen Jianhu, the more confused he became—why did I say that?

Yes, I did experience a life and death catastrophe after the martial arts, and now I seem to have become a first-class master, and now if I face Yu Kang and Liu Dexin again, I should be able to win the battle......

But what does this have to do with the fact that you have changed?

Have I changed?

Ye Xiba was stunned, and the appearance of the scholar with an indifferent smile suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and even some words that the other party said to himself sounded in his ears......

"Mr. Ye, if you want to leave, you can naturally leave at any time, but we already have Chen Jianhu's information now, and please remove this evil for the people and the common people......

"Mr. Ye, if you have any thoughts after taking revenge, you can come back to find me, even if you want to seek revenge on me, I will wait."

"Why?"

"Naturally, it's because I appreciate you as an iron-clad tough guy, although I'm not the director or screenwriter of those hero movies, but adding one more choice to the tragic hero, with my current ability, I can still do it."

Tragic hero? Are you talking about me?

That Chen Xingzhi, he means to say, am I a hero?

I'm Ye Xi Ba...... A hero?

But I can't tell if I haven't done anything, have I? I even killed many officers and soldiers in the government with my own hands......

But I haven't killed a single innocent civilian, or even bullied an innocent civilian, but — and that's it, am I a hero?

Ye Xiba shook his head hard to dispel the strange scholar from his mind, and then he noticed the fire in the courtyard not far away.

This is an old mansion with two entrances, the firelight is reflected from the front yard of the first entrance, and in the darkness you can even see billowing black smoke constantly rolling and surging into the sky, like a demon without a body, waving its cold claws in the air with a hideous face......

"Don't......" The woman's voice was weak, and from the tone of her voice, she could even detect that the woman had recognized the reality, but was only symbolically struggling......

The man's angry scolding was loud, his voice was high and angry, and he could even hear a slight cry and trembling in his voice: "Let go of her, you beasts, if you let the king of razing know, you will all cramp and skin you......"

"This didn't burn you old ghost dumb, Wu Du Wu Du, you old immortal, you still dare to scold people? Let's see Lao Tzu add some more fire to you......" One soldier casually added a handful of firewood to the blazing fire.

On top of the fire, there stood a slender wooden pillar, on which an old man who was tied up with five flowers was baking the soles of his feet by the flames.

The cloth shoes under his feet had already been burned and carbonized, and when the wind blew lightly, they turned into gray ashes.

There was a wisp of flame that flew higher and burned directly to the center of his foot, and the old man tried to lift his feet upwards as soon as he felt pain, but after a moment he was unable to maintain this position, so he could only put his feet down.

Then this kind of picture was repeated again, and Wu Du's soles of his feet had been burned with several huge blisters......

His scolding voice also became hoarse, but his eyes were as red as blood, if his eyes and tongue could kill, he was afraid that he would be able to scold all the more than ten people below into ashes......

Ye Xiba stood quietly on the eaves, his eyes coldly patrolling among the familiar faces below.