"Brother Liu, why aren't you dead!" Hua Chi said incoherently excitedly.

Liu He smiled bitterly and teased: "Originally, it was the ghost gate, but as soon as I heard that you two brothers were reluctant to let me go, I came back." ”

Wei Xiao stepped forward and pulled Chen Mo and Hua Chi aside, "Okay, okay, everyone knows the intentions of your two brothers, hurry up and help your head back." ”

With the support of Li Qin and Wang Tie, Liu He barely stood up, but he heard Xiao Yu'er behind him ask softly, "Where is my senior brother?" ”

Xiao Yu'er, who was obviously still in a trance, did not see Ding Zhan's body in the courtyard.

Liu He turned his back to Xiao Yu'er, and immediately glanced at Wei Xiao, Wei Xiao immediately understood, beckoned a group of soldiers, and pretended to clean up the mess, but in fact, it was to keep Ding Zhan's body out of Xiao Yu'er's sight.

Liu He watched Wei Xiao arrange everything, and replied: "Let's go, he said to me when he left, he will hand you over to me in the future, if I dare to bully you, even if I chase you to the ends of the earth, he will come to me to settle accounts." ”

Xiao Yu'er smiled sweetly when she heard this, "This is like what he said." ”

Liu He, who never dared to turn his head to face Xiao Yuer, was already in tears.

Outside a ruined temple five miles away, a man in black glanced around vigilantly and walked in.

"Tell the hall master that Protector Xiao has been rescued by Liu He and others." As soon as the man in black entered the door, he immediately bowed and saluted.

The hall master of the Shura Hall slowly turned around, and his voice was low, "What about Luan Jiyou?" ”

"Luan Ji, Ren Feng, Fu Chang, Yan Ji, Shen Ao, Lou Tong, and Yuan Bo are all dead, and Fu Tong was seriously injured and fled."

"This waste is really useless." The Shura Hall Master's tone was cold, and he didn't seem to have the slightest affection for these subordinates, "What about Ding Zhan? With his temper, he shouldn't go back to Chengdu with Liu He. ”

"Ding Protector ......" The man in black raised his eyes and glanced at the hall master of Shura Hall, and his voice gradually lowered, "It's also dead......

The hall master of the Shura Hall just let out a soft "oh" and fell silent.

There was a dead silence in the room, and the other three people, including the man in black, couldn't see the expression of the Shura Hall Master, only felt that the fiery red grimace mask on his face was becoming more and more terrifying.

"Ding Zhan has clearly entered the realm of heavenly descent from heaven, who killed him? Liu He? After a long silence, the Shura Hall Master asked again.

"It's not Liu He, it's Fu Tong." The man in black hurriedly replied.

"Futong?" There was obviously a bit of doubt in the tone of the Shura Hall Master, "How could Fu Tong kill Ding Zhan, who had already entered the Heavenly Descent Realm?" Say! Did you even see clearly! ”

The man in black was so frightened that he fell to his knees, and said in fear: "The subordinates can see it clearly, Fu Tong deceived Ding Zhan with a trick, and while he was unprepared, a hand knife pierced Ding Zhan's chest. ”

The hall master of the Shura Hall stared at the man in black for a while, and saw that he didn't look like he was lying, so he said slowly: "From today on, there are no more twelve masters in the Shura Hall, only the three of you Dharma protectors. ”

The three of them knelt on the ground at the same time and said in unison: "We will definitely swear allegiance to the Shura Hall!" ”

The hall master of the Shura Hall seemed to be very satisfied and nodded, "Now there is one thing, the three of you will do it immediately." ”

The three of them immediately clasped their fists again and took orders, "Please give the hall master's order!" ”

"Kill Fu Tong, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth and digs three feet into the ground, I must find him for me!"

Through that terrifying fiery red mask, the eyes of the Shura Hall Master were also as hot as fire.

In the middle of summer on the outskirts of Chengdu, the sun is not in a hurry or impatient, and the warm sunshine is sprinkled on the body, as if it still feels like it is still staying in the warm spring.

Liu He, who had lost his fancy clothes, walked alone on the sheep intestine path in the suburbs of Chengdu, wearing only a white coat and carrying a bamboo basket in his hand.

Among the bamboo baskets, there are some incense candles and paper money, as well as a unique butter cake in Chengdu when worshipping the dead, and the most famous three immortals of the two altars of flowers.

Three days have passed since that tragic death match, and no one thought that Shuratang's lair in Yizhou would be right under everyone's noses, and it was also the capital of Yizhou, Chengdu City.

In the past few days when Liu He was recuperating from his injuries, Wei Xiao not only led people to thoroughly search the area around the house located in the southeast corner of Chengdu City, but also carried out the most severe search in the history of Chengdu City.

The final result, although nothing was gained, but at least it was a shock to Shuratang, and it may not be so easy to make waves in Chengdu City in the future.

Although the turmoil is over for the time being, there are still some things to be done.

Ding Zhan's tomb, which was personally selected by Liu He, is located in a place ten miles east of Chengdu City, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.

Liu He felt that only Ding Zhan deserved to live here in this place.

The craftsmen who came here to repair the cemetery said that this place is not only a good scenery, but also a first-class feng shui treasure land, looking at the envious appearance of the craftsmen one by one, as if being able to be buried here is a blessing from the previous life.

There was a young craftsman who couldn't help it, although he had some scruples, but he still asked Liu He, who was he buried here.

When they heard Liu He say that a friend of his was buried here, the craftsmen all widened their eyes, this kind of place that money can't buy is not reserved for the elders of their own clan, but only a friend.

But when the craftsmen asked what should be engraved on the tombstone, Liu He was silent.

The craftsmen were even more puzzled at this time, they could give this kind of feng shui treasure that accumulated yin virtue for future generations to this friend, but they didn't know the birthday and name of this friend.

In the end, Liu He still didn't say a word, and in front of Ding Zhan's grave, there was still a wordless monument.

Liu He walked to the wordless monument, placed the incense and candle tributes one by one, picked up two altars of three immortals, and sprinkled one altar in front of the grave, then sat cross-legged on the ground and picked up the other altar.

"It's not that I don't want to engrave your name, it's just that as the person who erected the monument, I really don't know how to pay for it." Liu He said softly, as if he heard Ding Zhan asking him why there was no name on his tombstone.

For a whole morning, Liu He sat in front of the grave, holding the altar of the three immortals who had never unsealed the mud, and looked at the wordless tablet in a daze.

It wasn't until Xiao Yu'er quietly appeared beside him that he came back to his senses, hurriedly turned his head, and kept wiping the corners of his eyes, for fear of being seen by Xiao Yu'er.

Xiao Yu'er looked at the few tributes in front of the grave, which were almost exactly the same as those she brought, so she put down the bamboo basket in her hand, and just took out a handful of jujubes from the bamboo basket, put them on a plate, and put them in front of the grave.