A few people who looked like small people, holding brooms, were sweeping in the courtyard.

They whispered as they worked. They had already lowered their voices as much as possible, but they didn't know that what they said had already been heard by Chu Yunsheng.

"In front of the courtyard where he lives, there is often a puddle of reddish ice, which I suspect is blood."

"Not necessarily, don't guess."

"And what's up with the screaming I heard last night? Tell you, where my ears are ......."

The man who said this was a little guy with yellow hair, who took a broom and whispered to his friends what he had seen and heard in the past few days.

A tall, cold figure quietly appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

"Ah Ming, Ah Guang, you go and help the third master count the items in the Treasure Pavilion." Chu Yunsheng's face was expressionless, and his voice was cold.

His words seemed to have an irresistible magic, and several people suddenly shut up, not even daring to breathe.

"Yes, young master!" The two people who got the order lowered their heads and whispered in agreement, and after giving the salute, they quickly bowed their heads and hurried away.

Although he had not been with Chu Yunsheng for a long time, everyone was afraid of him.

In the courtyard, only Chu Yunsheng and the yellow-haired guy were left. Before his eyes fell on the little guy, the little guy's legs were weak and his body trembled.

He clenched the broom in his hand and looked down at the pile of fallen leaves.

"Young master, young master......" He wanted to say something, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of a swish.

Ice crawled in all directions, quickly gathered at his feet, and climbed all the way up his soles and ankles.

The speed was so fast that he didn't have time to be surprised, and it had already turned into a lump of ice.

Chu Yunsheng raised his head, clenched his hands, took a deep breath, and the green tendons in his neck flared up. With the rhythm of his breathing, a few flocculent rays of light floated out of the ice lumps, burrowing into his nostrils.

"Hmph, useless things, after living for a lifetime, they only have such a little spiritual power." He sniffed, opened his eyes, glanced indifferently at the lump of ice, and walked away slowly.

Soon after he left, the lump of ice melted into a puddle of icy water, pale red ice.

Chu Yunsheng didn't know where he wanted to go, and he didn't have any nostalgia for this mansion with his name on it.

The house was nominally given to him by the Spirit Refining Conference as a reward, but in fact, he knew that it was secretly given to him by the Chu family of Tianzhou City in order to win him over.

The Chu family never deals at a loss, what are their thoughts, Chu Yunsheng knows too well in his heart.

In the past, as a child of a small family that guarded Qingcheng and Tianzhou City, he could endure it. Now, he has obtained the power of the Holy Water Spirit Threshold, and there is no need to forbear. He's going to avenge his father.

He has nothing but resentment in his heart, and anyone who sins against him will pay the price! As for the price, only the fist-sized person has the final say.

Fortunately, Chu Yunsheng thought that his fist was big.

Step by step out of the courtyard, inadvertently, he came to the gate of a side courtyard.

The door was closed, and someone was chatting inside. The voice was low, but it couldn't escape his ears.

A girl and a teenager were chatting, and it seemed that they were talking about some children's relationship.

For these, Chu Yunsheng was not disgusted. Even if he is a slave, he has seven passions and six desires. A hint of warmth appeared on his cold face.

However, a name in the girl's words instantly froze the warmth on his face.

"I just want to ask him if he has seen Brother Lin Feng."

Click!

Chu Yunsheng clenched his fists, and the bone joints rubbed to make a stiff sound.

Lin Feng? Hehe, that guy who died in the realm of spirit refining before he had time to take revenge?

(End of chapter)