"The eldest young master is dead, the eldest young master is dead!" Those subordinates were about to save the middle-aged man from Fang Hong's hands, but before they could do anything, the middle-aged man died. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis change immediately caused panic in the crowd.

"Catch this murderer and hand it over to the lord to deal with!" Everyone knows the lord's temper and methods, if he can't catch the murderer, the lord will definitely rip off their skins. The thought of this stubble made everyone shudder.

After killing people, Fang Hong glanced at everyone and walked away. "Don't want to go!" everyone didn't care about putting out the fire, and they all chased after him.

Fang Hong's steps didn't seem to be big, but those behind him couldn't catch up. Obviously, I feel that people are right in front of me, but I can't touch them, this awkward feeling makes people want to vomit blood.

"Really...... What the hell, why can't you catch up? A group of them followed behind, chasing them tiringly, but in the end, they could only watch Fang Hong walk out of the gate.

"Fang Hong, is the matter done?" Yang Jingye suddenly appeared out of nowhere, he looked at the sky-high flames of the Zhu Mansion, and couldn't help but be secretly frightened by Fang Hong's ruthlessness. What a grudge this has with the other party, it is murder and arson.

"No, it's early, let's collect some money today. A sneer appeared at the corner of Fang Hong's mouth, where is this? Zhu Zhengyang is still alive, King Ning's power is still in full swing, and the matter will be over.

Regarding Fang Dayuan's death, Fang Hong did not blame it on King Ning's forces. After all, the root cause of this matter is still because of the White Lotus Sect. But his mother was poisoned to death, which made him unbearable.

He didn't have a mother when he was a child, and the naughty boys in the village always made fun of him about it. When he was a child, every time people said that he was a wild child without a mother, he would cry and go back to find Fang Dayuan. But Fang Dayuan not only did not comfort him because of this, but would severely reprimand him and let him not mention this matter. As he grew older, he began to consciously avoid it, but some things will only be deeply rooted in your heart, like a thorn, and the deeper you bury it, the more it hurts.

"Let's go, some accounts will be settled later. Fang Hong stretched out his hand and put it on Yang Jingye's shoulder, the water vapor churned, the two of them just took a light step, but the speed was extremely fast, in the dark, it was like a ghost.

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"Lord Changshi, Lord Changshi, your mansion is on fire...... Still...... There are also ......" Not long after Fang Hong and the others left, in a room in the palace, a subordinate stumbled over to report.

"What! It's on fire? Then don't you go to put out the fire! What else is going on?" Zhu Zhengyang is about fifty years old, and his hair is very neatly cared for. The black and white hair was obediently attached to the head, and the back of the head was pulled up with a hairpin. His face was stiff and cold, and there was no expression at all, and there was a taste of not being angry and arrogant.

"And ...... The eldest young master is dead......" The man didn't dare to look at Zhu Zhengyang's face, and hesitated for a long time before he said in a slur manner.

"What are you talking about!" Zhu Zhengyang's eyes suddenly opened, and he raised his hand and grabbed the shoulder of the next person. The man only felt that his shoulder was clamped by iron tongs, and it was extremely painful.

His first reaction was that he had heard it wrong, his son was not sick or sick, how could he die?

"It was two murderers who broke into the house, one of the teenagers, not only set a fire in the courtyard, but also killed the eldest young master. Although the man was in pain, he didn't dare to cry out, but quickly described the situation at that time.

"Damn!" Zhu Zhengyang's fist squeezed, and there was a hint of resentment in his eyes. He worked for King Ning all his life, and how much blood was stained under his hands, I don't know how many people wished for him to die. In order to prevent the assassination of those enemies, he had already arranged guards in his home, how could such a thing happen?

He pushed the man away, and left the house quickly, ready to rush to his mansion. However, he had just walked halfway when he suddenly remembered something, and immediately went to the palace to transfer a group of guards and let these people go out with him.

Zhu Zhengyang was cautious by nature, for fear that the enemy would have a backhand waiting for him, so he brought some more people. This Nanchang City is heavily guarded, and even if the enemy sneaks in, it is impossible to have too many people. Therefore, he only mobilized about fifty people, which was almost enough.

When he returned to the mansion, the flames were still not extinguished, and the blazing light of the fire illuminated the darkness through. Looking at the fire in his yard, Zhu Zhengyang clenched his teeth tightly. Who is this?

He took a step and was about to walk towards the courtyard, but he was stopped by a lieutenant on the side, "Lord Changshi, it's very dangerous here." ”

"It's fine. Zhu Zhengyang waved his hand and entered the courtyard through the gate. The temperature in the courtyard was much higher than that of the outside world, and it was extremely noisy, and many people were putting out the flames with basins of water.

However, his attention was not focused on these, his eyes scanned around, and suddenly, his gaze stopped, his face froze, and his body was slightly stiff. He saw a corpse in a middle coat lying at the door of the flower hall. There was also a large pool of blood on the ground, which looked disgusting.

"No disease!" Although he was far away, he recognized it at a glance, and this person was his eldest son Zhu Wuji. He had many sons and daughters, and they numbered more than a dozen. However, this eldest son, born of his wife, is also the most important to him. When he was not in the mansion, his eldest son took care of the family business. It was fine a few days ago, but why did people die in a blink of an eye?

The saddest thing in the world is that the white-haired person sends the black-haired person. Zhu Zhengyang walked up in a few steps and stretched out his hand to support his son. Zhu Wuji's body was like a dried corpse at this time, the blood all over his body was emptied, and his body was thin and pale, without any blood. And looking at his face, hideous and painful, the bridge of his nose deflated inward, it is clear that he suffered greatly during his lifetime.

"Ho ho ......" Zhu Zhengyang's arm trembled, his mouth opened slightly, and he seemed to be trying to restrain his emotions. Every wrinkle on his face was deeply sunken, filled with hatred.

"Who did it?" he said after a while. And the people around were silent one by one, although the temperature here was extremely high, but everyone still felt a chill in their hearts.

Everyone didn't know Fang Hong and Yang Jingye, and when they heard Zhu Zhengyang ask, they didn't know how to answer.

"They certainly haven't gone yet, and they are instructed not to open the door at dawn tomorrow, and not to let anyone suspicious leave. Zhu Zhengyang got up and said loudly to the soldiers outside.