Wan Tianyou's mourning hall.

The false desolation of the musicians echoed in the desolate mourning hall where the doors were cold and the cars and horses were scarce.

In the huge mourning hall, in addition to the dozen or so people from the Wanshi Heavenly Sword Sect, there are only a few local dogs who can't erase their feelings.

Obviously, Wan Tianyou's personality is not a success, and in this still humane era, no local people are willing to worship him under pressure.

The old grandson pinched the dry tobacco stick, squatted next to the musicians, kept smoking, stood up from time to time, inserted the cigarette stick into his waist, and walked into the mourning hall to recite words and go around a few times.

This old guy used to be a sedan chair driver, although he lived this age and could be called well-informed, but the interlacing is like a mountain, and he will definitely not have Mr. Yin and Yang's set of incisions.

However, people grow old, and in a profession such as Mr. Yin and Yang, they have a natural advantage.

Just looking at his age spots and snow-white hair and beard, who doesn't think this is a weathered elder?

With preconceived trust, even if the old guy says "Sister, you sit at the head of the bed", they have to listen to it as a curse.

The biggest right of Mr. Yin and Yang is that he can move anything, but he can make others not move anything.

From time to time, he got up and walked around, just to check the explosives bags that had been ambushed in the mourning hall.

He couldn't check the explosives bag in the coffin.

But the bag of explosives on the beam.

Explosives package under the coffin.

Under-the-table explosives packs.

But he can check it, and if he feels that there is a flaw, he can cover it up.

Yes, the whole mourning hall is actually a powder magazine!

Wan Tianyou, it was Zhang Chu who killed them.

The corpse was thrown by them.

The boss and the old bustard of Chunfeng Lou were instigated by them to come out and take over.

The mourning hall was arranged by them, and the coffin was prepared in advance and sold to the two keyboard warriors at a high price.

Even the mourning hall was decorated by their people.

Every step is within Zhang Chu's calculations.

The gloomy sky was getting darker.

The musicians who are tired of blowing and playing and resting, and after resting, they continue to play and play, and when they are tired, they continue to rest.

Even the local dog owners who came to worship Wan Tianyou have found an excuse to slip away......

But the target has not yet appeared.

The old grandson was a little anxious, muttering in his heart, did the owner split this time?

......

Zhang Chu sat in an attic, holding a hot tea in both hands, looking through the antique carved window at the mourning hall in the distance at dusk.

He was very calm.

Although Wan Jiangliu, as well as the Qi Sea Elders of the Wan Clan's Heavenly Sword Sect, none of them have appeared until now.

But he could guess what Wan Jiangliu was doing now.

He's not in a hurry.

What should come will always come.

Wan Tianyou is Wan Jiangliu's only son.

There's no way he left Wan Tianyou here and left it alone.

There is no hurry.

He has been waiting in Taoyu County for more than half a month, and he doesn't care about waiting for two or three more hours.

Twilight is getting thicker.

The tea in Zhang Chu's hand has been stored three times, and there is still no movement in the mourning hall.

He got up slowly, stretched his waist, and was about to call Da Liu over for him for a while, when he suddenly heard a "boom", as if something had exploded.

But he clearly saw that there was no fire on the side of the mourning hall.

A stir suddenly arose in his heart, and he wondered if the explosives package that had been transported had gone out and had an accident?

But as soon as this idea came to mind, he vetoed it himself!

No way!

He has always been very cautious about the explosives bag, when he was in Taiping Town, even the mule could not touch the explosives bag, and the explosives bag was escorted and guarded by the old people of the former Silian Gang throughout the whole process, and every day there were points, handing over the drawing.

If the explosives package leaks out, the people below won't be able to hide it at all!

So if there was a bag of explosives flowing out, it was impossible for him not to know!

He quickly gathered his scattered thoughts, calmed down and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

The sound came from the east.

Zhang Chu opened the window in the east and glanced intently.

Well, it's good, there's no fire and smoke.

Not long after, a thunderous sound of horses' hooves came from the east, moving in the direction of Wan Tianyou's mourning hall.

Zhang Chu's heart was instantly clear.

He leaned his upper body out of the window and looked around.

Sure enough, pedestrians in the surrounding streets and alleys were heading home.

There are also many people who are closing their doors and windows.

These locals already knew what was going on.

The brigade of the Great Snow Mountain has entered the city.

In the most domineering, brutal way.

smashed the city gate and rushed into Taoyu County!

Zhang Chu retracted his gaze, looked in the direction where the sound of horses' hooves came, and said in a low voice with a sigh: "If the heavens want to destroy it, they must first make it crazy......

The curfew system and city gate regulations of Dali are not divided into regions.

Xuanbei Prefecture is still in wartime, and these defense systems are more strictly implemented than in peacetime.

But to say that the people of Daxue Mountain can't enter the city, Zhang Chu doesn't believe it.

Taoyu County is the home of Wan's Tiandaomen!

If you don't even have a few dark passages, you can call it the home field?

Even in the almost dangerous terrain of Taiping Town, Zhang Chu opened up three secret passages in and out of Taiping Town in addition to the dog's nose bridge that entered the town on the bright side.

One is for the people in Zhang's house.

One for the top management of the Taiping Society.

One for the Blood Shadow Guard.

Wan's Heavenly Sword Gate has been operating in this area for more than 70 years, will there be no secret passage in and out of Taoyu County?

If not, how did Wan Tianyou get into the city last night?

Even if you don't want to take those sneaky secret passages, you feel that you can't afford to lose that person, and you want to enter the city in the open...... Can't you send someone to say hello to the county?

In the current situation, the county lord must not have the courage to go against the Wanshi Heavenly Sword Gate!

Take 10,000 steps back, and even say hello to the county and ask him to open the city gate, so you can't just go over the wall?

On the six- or seven-zhang high city wall in Taoyu County, there is a hemp rope that even ordinary people can't stop, and it can still stop those martial arts practitioners in Daxue Mountain?

Wan Jiangliu, who has the realm of four grades, is afraid that he will easily jump over the city wall with a jump......

There are many ways to get into town.

Wan Jiangliu chose the domineering and most brutal way.

What he smashed was not only the city gate of Taoyu County.

There are also the faces of the county government of Taoyu County, the county government of Shangyuan County, and even the face of the state capital of Xuanbei Prefecture!

How desperate is this to stop caring about everything?

......

Wan Jiangliu walked into the mourning hall with an empty expression.

A lot of people are looking at him.

Look at his bloody clothes.

Look at his scattered hair.

Look at the human head in his hand.

But he didn't care.

In other words, in his eyes, these people are no different from the grass on the roadside, the trees on the roadside, and the stones on the roadside.

The blood stains on the human head in his hands had dried up.

Experienced people can tell at a glance that the human head has been cut off from his body for more than two hours.

Hurry up, two hours is enough to run a long way.

It was the head of a middle-aged man.

Short beard.

The long hair was tied to the top of his head with a magnificent gold crown.

The facial features are tough, and you can vaguely see the momentum of not being angry and arrogant.

It's a pity that the eyes that seem to be open in anger actually reveal hysterical eyes, which destroys the momentum.

But no matter what the time, this dead man's head is not the dead man's head of a big man at first glance.

This may be nonsense, the dead heads of ordinary people are not qualified to be carried by Wan Jiangliu.

But this dead man's head does have a great identity and a great name...... Gu Nanbei!

Gu Nanbei's heads are all here, and the Gu family in Shangyuan County must be in order.

And the Gu family, as the strongest of the heroes in the rivers and lakes in Taoyu County before today, can come to Taoyu County to sit and wait for the existence of picking up the cheap, they are all neat, and the rest of the heroes of the rivers and lakes who fled in all directions will naturally have to look back sooner or later to drink and talk happily.

I don't know at whose hands my son died.

I don't have the heart to track it down.

Kill them all, and there will never be any fish that slip through the net.

......

Wan Jiangliu dragged his broken body into the mourning hall, and gently put Gu Nanbei's head on the offering table, a pair of dead fish-like cloudy eyes, quietly staring at the spiritual position on the offering table.

There was a long silence.

No tears.

There was no anger either.

There are only hollows.

Hollow eyes.

Empty countenance.

If it weren't for the fact that his body was still trembling slightly, it almost made people wonder if he was dead.

He was wounded.

Not light.

Gu Nanbei, who fought back desperately, is not weak.

And he was bent on killing him quickly.

But it doesn't matter, this little injury can't hit him.

When he was healed, he went to visit the Taiping Society one by one, and the Northern League, Yanbei Tiandaomen......

and whoever has sinned against their father and son shall die.

The people in the mourning hall had been emptied before the Wan Jiang flow in.

No one wanted to disturb their father and son at this time.

If you know too much, you'll die.

Only Lao Sun Tou stayed alone in the mourning hall.

Because his mission is not yet complete.

He was already on the side of the coffin, standing for some time.

He didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense

He felt palpitations, as if he had a knife on the base of his neck.

His life experience of living for more than 60 years tells him that what he wants to do and say next, he must think clearly!

A typo.

It may not be possible to complete the owner's task.

If the owner can't finish speaking, Taiping Town will have blood bad luck.

The big head is still in Taiping Town......

He tried to recall how he felt last year when he saw his youngest son being lifted down from the southern wall of AllHeaven.

After a long time of brewing, he finally moved.

He grabbed the lid of the coffin and pulled it back with all his might, revealing the head of the body in the coffin.

He turned his head, met Wan Jiangliu's dead gaze, and sighed emotionally: "Master, look at your son, what a good offspring, it's so miserable to die!"

As soon as he spoke, he felt the knife around his neck loosen.

Wan Jiangliu's dead eyes were confused, and his steps were vague and he walked towards the head of the coffin.

At the right time, a cold wind blew into the mourning hall.

As if he suddenly remembered something, the old grandson turned around and passed by Wan Jiangliu, rushed to the offering table in three steps and two steps, bent down to take a look, and then frowned and muttered: "What are these people doing to eat, and the ever-bright lamp is almost extinguished." “

He lifted the lamp oil on the offering table and reached under the offering table, as if to add oil to the lamp.

And Wan Jiangliu, his mind has long been attracted by his son's corpse.

Wan Tianyou's corpse, although it has been picked up, can still be seen at a glance that he was tortured before his death.

Wan Jiangliu's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he didn't notice that his nails had pierced his palms.

Of course, you won't notice the faint sound of the fuse burning.

Seeing the fuse burning under the coffin, the old grandson was finally relieved.

He took out the rosary from his arms, held it in his hand, and muttered to himself: Do you suffer a sin?

......

"Boom!"

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