No matter how Yu Changhui's thin body looks at this time, it is the embodiment of justice. His eyes swept around like lightning, and he said to the disciples in a deep voice:

"The position of the owner of the village has already been passed to the third brother Yu Changle by the old owner, I will never be this shameless and despicable villain!" He raised Yu Changqing's head high above his head: "Seek to seize the position of the owner, I will clean the door for the old owner, and if there are any followers, everyone will be punished!" ”

After he finished speaking, he threw the head far away, and none of the people dared to say more.

"Someone, please the owner!" Yu Changhui waved his hand again, and after a rattling of chains, the four disciples helped a madman to the square. Obviously, all this has been prepared for a long time, and the scenes are as compact and just right as they are on stage.

I saw that the madman's hair was unkempt, his face was full of filth, and his bronzed clothes were torn. He held a ractrum in his left hand and a black chicken leg in his right hand, and between his hands and feet, there were arm-thick alloy chains.

He ignored everyone's gaze, smirked unconsciously, shook the drum twice with his left hand, took a bite of the chicken leg on his right hand, and muttered something to himself.

This is......

Ling Yu's pupils contracted. He faintly saw that this might be the former owner Yu Changle!

The second uncle, Yu Changhui, looked at the crazy man in front of him, his face full of sadness.

He jumped off the table in one step and shouted loudly, "Third brother! He hugged the madman and cried bitterly. However, in Ling Yu's view, this is a scene, a continuation of a 'Hongmen Banquet' after killing people. The second uncle, Ling Yu faintly felt that he was insidious and abnormal.

I only heard Yu Changhui crying and saying: "Third brother, the second brother's strength is too low, he didn't protect you well, and he couldn't defeat Yu Changqing, so he could only make this decision...... Third brother, the second brother assures you that the second brother will never let you suffer hardship and cold in his lifetime, and the second brother must let you live a good life. Third Brother ......"

Immediately, he turned his face to the disciple behind him and said, "Open the iron rope for the owner!" ”

"Yes!" A disciple replied loudly, took the sharp blade of the treasure knife, and kept slashing at Yu Changle's iron rope. Yu Changle raised the rattling chain with both hands and kept giggling.

Ling Yu suddenly saw his gaze, and his eyes were slightly stunned.

Ling Yu could see that it was definitely a wise and surprised gaze. In the blink of an eye, this wise gaze disappeared in an instant, and Yu Changle became stupid again. He raised the chicken leg to Ling Yu with drooling, took a hard bite, and then threw it aside.

Ling Yu was slightly surprised in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that he was a cartoonist, he really wouldn't have been able to observe the real content of the drama in front of him. He sighed in his heart, this Yu Xuerui's father is not a fuel-efficient lamp. At this time, pretending to be crazy and stupid, maybe for a more powerful counterattack later.

The iron rope was cut for a long time, and finally symbolically cut into several sections. Another disciple took the key and opened the remaining chains. Yu Changle was dragged away by the four disciples.

There was silence.

"Uncle Shi!" Suo Youqian suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, and burst into tears to Yu Changhui. He said in a trembling voice: "You can't be without an owner in the village for a day, now that the owner of the village has become like this, if you don't be the owner of the village, how can you let the disciple be good?!" ”

Everyone looked at each other. At this time, more than 100 disciples immediately stepped forward and knelt on one knee: "Please master take the position of the owner!" ”

The disciples of Yuan Yu Changqing had already been stunned, and the pride of the master as the owner of the village had not completely dissipated, and then they saw with their own eyes that the drunk master was killed on the spot. They were shocked by what was in front of them, and then despaired. They had never expected such a scene.

In the battle just now, they were crippled, and now they saw their master being killed on the spot, facing Yu Changhui's one-star master and more than a hundred disciples who were almost at the peak of their physical strength, and now no one dared to say anything. When they saw that the great thing was gone, they even knelt down on one knee in order to survive.

"You are presumptuous, don't get up quickly," Yu Changhui turned his head to the crazy man who took him away and said loudly: "This is your owner, why don't you go and see it quickly!" ”

All the disciples knelt on the ground, not moved at all, and at this time, more than fifty disciples knelt on the ground.

Ling Yu also fell to his knees with everyone, but there was a sneer in his heart, but his expression was still calm.

"Please master inherit the position of the owner! Otherwise, the disciple will not be able to kneel for a long time!" One of the disciples said loudly.

"The disciple can't kneel!" All the disciples spoke in unison.

Yu Changhui pondered for a while, and then turned his head and sighed: "This village can't be left without an owner for a day, or not, I will temporarily take the position of the owner of this village, and when the third brother recovers his senses, I will hand over this son again." ”

After he finished speaking, he walked slowly towards the main hall. All the people followed closely and held a ceremony for the succession of the new owner. Moments later, there was no one in the square except for the messy cups and plates and a few corpses.

For a whole night, in the Luohong Villa, the owner of the village was constantly being changed like a marquee, and people were constantly called 'see the owner' by the mountain, which was really a little dizzy, but all this was finally over.

When Ling Yu dragged his tired body back to the dormitory, the light of day was already dawning, and the farce that had lasted all night in Luohong Villa was also coming to an end.

Walking into the room, he stared blankly at Hu Le's empty shop, and sighed in his heart. Suddenly, he had an idea: with Yu Changhui's scheming, it is impossible to let Yu Xuerui go, this is really not a little reasonable.

Ling Yu closed the door tightly, keeping the noise out, he shook his head, and instead of turning on the light, he kept pacing the room.

"It's still the last trump card! What's that, am I myself? Ling Yu muttered to himself: "The old owner has been missing for a long time, and this last trump card is still to offer treasures to the black forces in order to keep the Luohong Villa." ......" Ling Yu carefully sorted out everything that happened in Luohong Villa.

He recalled the first time he saw Yu Changqing's eyes in the main hall, and talked to the two 'very good'. He was even more sure that the treasure that Zhuang Zhong wanted to dedicate to the underworld was him Ling Yu himself.

Now that the big event of Luohong Villa has gone, in exchange for the survival of Luohong Villa, this is the only way out of Luohong Villa now! Thinking of this, he couldn't sit still anymore. He must leave as soon as possible, or there is likely to be unknown danger.

Run! Ling Yu didn't stop walking towards the door for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound in the crack of the door, and a dark shadow flickered from the window. Ling Yu was startled, he opened the door, and there was no one outside. A chilly air and the noise of the square in the distance came in.

He turned back to the house and suddenly noticed a small folded note on the floor.