Chapter 91: Love Prison (18)

"This is the troupe in Wuxia Town!? They're dead? ”

"If nothing goes wrong!" Yun Ling Xiu was horrified, stood up, and bowed to the old butler, "This is the actor of the Bo Immortal Courtyard!" ”

"Who did it?" Steward Chu's face was gloomy, and when he suddenly saw the blood words beside the deceased, he lowered his head and carefully identified it, "Cloud...... Yunnuo? ”

Hearing this, Yun Yuan immediately took a step forward, and when he saw such handwriting written beside the deceased, he was also puzzled for a while.

"Who is Yunnuo?" Steward Chu stood up, shook his head and said, "Although it is to punish evil and promote good, the method is too cruel. ”

Everyone had different thoughts, and no one answered for a while.

"That being the case," the old butler said to the disciple behind him, "Chu Qi, you deal with it." They deserve their sins and sins! But after all, if you die, find a cemetery for him and bury him simply! ”

"Yes!"

The disciple took the order and left.

Yun Lingxiu and the others followed the old housekeeper back to the mansion, still sighing in their hearts.

In the evening, everyone sat in the Chu Mansion hall after dinner and tasted tea.

Nan Rong Puchu suddenly thought of the hero who eliminated harm for the people this morning, and was curious for a moment, and asked, "Brother Ling Xiu... What kind of character is Yunnuo's predecessor? ”

This morning's incident, Yun Lingxiu still had doubts, and he always felt that it was too much of a coincidence in his heart. What's wrong?

Yun Lingxiu didn't understand it for a while, and was interrupted by Nan Rong Puchu, and replied: "I just heard that Senior Brother Yunnuo he..."

Before he finished speaking, a person hurriedly came, it was Chu Yu. The old butler suddenly knelt straight down at the people, startling several teenagers to retreat one after another.

Chu Mo hurriedly bent down, trying to help him up, "Uncle Yu, what are you doing here!" ”

"The old slave is presumptuous...... but the old butler with a sad face lowered his head more deeply and begged, "Please help Chu Mansion!" ”

"Hurry up, please!" Nan Rongpu waved his hand again and again, "You don't have to make this big gift!" ”

"yes!" Bai Yu'er also stepped forward and nodded, "Get up quickly!" ”

"As long as the juniors can do it," Yun Lingxiu said firmly, "The definition is unavoidable!" ”

Hearing these words, the old housekeeper burst into tears, wiped the corners of his eyes, and nodded again and again, "The old slave thanked you on behalf of Chu Mansion!" ”

"Uncle Yu... Get up! Chu Mo hurriedly helped him up, and only then did he listen to him.

"There is an urgent news for help from the border of Qi Curtain: there is a large number of demons infesting the land of Ripples. At this time, the head of the family ...... again, "The old housekeeper is anxious and sad, "The spiritual city is already unstable, and it is an eventful time, Yun Demon is messing up the border at this time - ripples, it is really strange, the old slave sent three urgent reports in a row to find out the details, but the disciples on the sentry post on that side suddenly had no ...... at all."

"No news?" Nan Rongpu was startled, his face turned pale, and a terrible conjecture jumped in his mind, out of control, "How can there be no news?" Won't ......"

At this, the old butler sighed, and seemed to have aged a lot at once. Yun Lingxiu even found that the gray hair on his temples when he first saw him seemed to have turned white in the past few nights. It was like snow on a large field, shining with an inexplicable cold light.

"This is exactly what the old slave is worried about, Lian Chu will never lose his news for no reason......"

Chu Yu frowned, and for a moment, the ravine at the bottom of the wrinkle seemed to be deeper, "The old slave is afraid that the situation of the ripples is out of control...... But recently, there have been frequent strange incidents in Lingcheng, which is really strange. In case this is a plan to attack the west, the enchantment of Lingcheng is unstable at this time, and the head of the family is under house arrest here, the old slave really doesn't dare to take the risk! ”

"So...... The disciples of Lingcheng can't be sent out easily! Bai Yu'er frowned lightly, "If Yun Demon comes to Lingcheng this time, I'm afraid it will ......."

"What Miss Bai said is extremely true!" The old butler nodded and agreed, "If you ask for help from the main clan Lido, the road is too far. The situation is urgent, and I don't know how much suffering the people will have to suffer......"

Lingcheng was originally located in a remote place of Qicurtain, and Lianchu, the place where he asked for help, was even more remote. If it is really a demon rebellion, it is really not a wise move to turn to the main city of Lido at this time.

"The old slave came to ask you to go to support Lianchu and find out about this matter!"

Yun Lingxiu looked at the white hair on the old housekeeper's temples, and said solemnly, "It's about Yun Demon, it's a matter of 'Hong', and the younger generation should go all out!" You don't have to worry about it! ”

"That being the case...... Let's go! Yun Yuan pondered for a moment and said lightly.

"It's getting late...... the old housekeeper looked at Chu Mo on the side, obviously waiting for her to make an idea.

Chu Mo paused and said lightly, "Today, everyone should rest early and recuperate, and tomorrow will be ...... Leave. ”

Seeing Chu Mo say this, everyone nodded.

The old butler thanked him again and again, and pushed the door away.

As the night grew darker, a sudden night rain began to fall. The temperature dropped sharply, and the autumn night in Lingcheng was dark and slightly cool.

The midnight rain was silent and arrogant.

In a dense forest outside the Spirit City, there was a slight sound of rustling, and it seemed that there were crowds of people. There were more than a dozen people standing in the woods, all dressed in the same bizarre costumes, like border outcasts and troupe dancers.

At the front of the line was an old man, short and stocky, with an extremely thick iron chain hanging from his side, and black iron claws hanging from the bottom of the chain.

In front of the old man stood a man in black with a long black robe, a cloak and extremely wide sleeves. Under the cloak was a black face scarf that almost covered the entire face, and even the eyes could not see clearly.

The wind and rain were faint, and the corners of the masked man's sleeved robe did not move at all, and even the clothes on his body did not get wet in the slightest. He stood there, not very strong, but full of power, which made the hearts of more than a dozen actors feel slightly worried.

"I did what I promised you!" The old man looked at the mysterious man in black in front of him, and for some reason, his heart had been going up and down today, as if he was about to jump out of his chest, and he was uneasy. He squinted, touched the chain on his side, and thought to himself, "After the transaction is over, I will never have any intersection with such a terrible person again." ”

Thinking about it like this, his heart seemed to settle down a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief before he said, "What you promised me...... When will it be achieved? ”

"Instantly!"

The man in black did not move, and his voice was as cold and hard as a stone.

"Immediately?"

The old man didn't understand the meaning of his words, and frowned, a little dissatisfied. The eager anger instantly broke through reason, making people forget their fear, and asked in an unkind tone, "What immediately?" When the hell will you take us to the enemy! ”

The man in black seemed to smile, and the laughter that could condense blood was fleeting, "Huh...... Don't look for it, he's coming! ”

At the end of the pitch-black jungle, a tall and straight figure slowly appeared—a man with black hair and red lips, dressed in a cloud-white robe, and carrying a long sword on his back, coming from the rainy night.

A gust of wind pierced through the forest with a strong gust of wind, and raised his robe to reveal the object he was holding—a well-assembled iron fan, well made, with a strange pattern carved on the handle, and at the end of the handle hung a bright red ornament. It was an embroidered purse, clearly a girl's belongings.

"Yunnuo!"

The old man recognized the man, but before he could say a second sentence, he fell to the ground with a thud, and a thin line of blood suddenly appeared on his neck. The cloud-white figure was erratic, ghostly shuttling between the troupes, but in a few moments, a dozen people fell to the ground one by one like wooden stakes.

Yun Nuo turned his back to the man in black, stood beside the last actor to fall, and paused. Under the wide sleeved robe, a drop of bright red blood slowly dripped to the ground along the handle of the fan.