"This military master must be in charge of his father's case, I heard that Lord Si Yun has slapped the murderer of his father to death, Shi Ming is not an unreasonable person, do not ask Rashemon to hand over the murderer's body, after all, it is not only the father who was killed, it is not good to favor anyone, and I don't ask Rashomon to explain the whole process of the murderer's murder, we can trust Lord Si Yun from the whole sect. But...... The body of the father, whether it can be returned, let the next filial piety. ”

He looked at He Suo with unkind eyes, but his tone was unusually soft and terrifying, and the strong contrast made He Suo feel cold all over his body.

He Suo's face was embarrassed, it wasn't that he didn't want to hand over the body, it's just that we just dug a pit and buried your father, or buried it in a mass grave, and we really can't hand it over.

Seeing that he was silent, and with such an expression again, the face of the young man in mourning clothes was suddenly as gloomy as if a storm was coming.

"What's the matter? This is the reason why the corpse that entered the road to the house has not been recovered? On that day, my father died tragically in the Yong'an Post House, and you brought it here for the first time, on the grounds of solving the case, as a son, I had to swallow my anger and let my father's body be humiliated by you, and now that the case has been solved, is it interesting to keep the body of a dead man? Or ......?"

The young man in mourning clothes gradually sharpened his gaze, and continued: "Or is it that my father's corpse has been tossed by Master Si Yun to the point that it is difficult to get hold of it and see people?"

He Suo's face became extremely ugly, but it was not because of fear, but because of the obvious disrespect for Shangguan Tang in the young man's tone.

He didn't know why he was so angry.

Maybe it's because Shangguan Tang is their Rashomon's Siyun, his boss.

Or maybe it's some other unknown reason.

But, whether it's right or wrong, Rashomon's Siyun Master can't tolerate others questioning!

He subconsciously straightened his back.

is no longer afraid of the many forces behind the young man in mourning clothes, and his eyes are even more timid, looking directly into the young man's eyes.

The tone gradually became cold: "Why, when Lord Si Yun acts to handle the case, it will be your turn to be an ignorant child!"

The unceremonious slap in the face made the pair of eyes of the young man in mourning clothes like ice balls, shooting out a cold light.

The right hand subconsciously pressed on the black sword inside the robe of the wide mourning robe.

The subordinates behind him took in all of this.

A middle-aged man with the aura of a vulture poked out his hand like a snake.

Regardless of the dignity and humility, he strangled his right hand, and his eyes almost narrowed into a sharp thin line, and there was a cold cold glow in the slit of his eyes.

"Not long after the suzerain lost his father, although he was very sad in his heart, but his subordinates persuaded the suzerain to deal with it calmly. ”

Although the tone of his voice was respectful, the vulture on the middle-aged man's face had not faded at all.

Strangled the hand of the fatherless boy, with such force that it almost crushed his hand bones, making a piercing bone grinding sound.

The rest of the subordinates behind him all looked indifferent, obviously on the side of the middle-aged man.

The paleness of his face proved that the young man in mourning clothes must not be feeling well at this moment.

The middle-aged man's strength is too much stronger than him, and if he doesn't take the initiative to let go, he won't be able to break free at all.

His right hand was strangled to the extreme, just like his heart at the moment.

The young man in mourning clothes snorted coldly, stared at the middle-aged man fearlessly, and sneered: "Uncle Qian, is this going backtracking?"

No one wants to be a puppet, he has been in a high position for a long time, has the protection of his father, and is the young sect master of the Sect of Extermination.

Coupled with his own talent, it led to his arrogance.

After his father's death, how could he be willing to become the puppet suzerain of this group of jackals, tigers and leopards.

Although he follows his father, he is cold and selfish, but after all, he is He Xiutu's biological son.

What's more, He Xiutu treated him very well during his lifetime, and devoted himself to cultivating and raising him to this day.

Born as a son of man, he wanted his father's body back.

However, if the corpse that entered the road to the house is not really skilled, I am afraid it will be really difficult to get back the corpse of his relatives.

Everyone in the upper and lower levels of the Sect of Destruction and Separation is busy controlling the overall situation and fighting for the scattered positions of power, where can they still care about getting the corpse of their dead sect master.

In desperation, he could only rely on the strength of the Sect to forcibly return his father's body.

And the price is to become the new suzerain, and you will never be free and unable to be yourself.

The one named Uncle Qian is a generation of elders of the Sect of Extermination, whose full name is Qian Wenli.

Neither prestige nor connections are comparable to him, a young young master.

Naturally, Qian Wenli couldn't really crush the hand bones of the new sect master and give him a hard time.

Only then did he slowly let go of his hand, and said with a smile on his face: "What is the sect master talking about, how dare his subordinates go back on his word, but it is one thing to recapture the body of the sect master, and it is another thing to open the Rashomon Sect, but the subordinates are thinking about the sect master's century-old inheritance." ”

The young man in mourning clothes rubbed his wrist that was in pain, and said with an ugly face: "But he doesn't want to return his father's body at all, how can you bear it." ”

Qian Wenli was also very strange in his heart.

Since the case has been solved, logically speaking, with Shangguan Tang's temperament, he should no longer be interested in He Xiutu's corpse.

Why is the person who delivered the house still holding on to the body?

was about to speak, but he heard He Suo's voice come coldly: "Can't bear it?" That's really a coincidence, you say something to adults, and I He Suo can't bear it." ”

He Suo, who was only a few miles away, had already taken the lead in drawing the long knife at his waist.

A strong light gathered in his eyes, which was a certain kind of faith that could not be blasphemed.

He said coldly: "Although I am humble, I am only a corner of Rashomon, but please fight!"

The young man in mourning clothes suddenly smiled, and smiled very strangely.

"Uncle Qian, you have also seen it, this is not me taking the initiative to provoke trouble, as the head of a sect, how can I be afraid of war!"

He deliberately put the four words of the head of a sect extremely heavy, which was full of irony.

Qian Wenli's pupils shrank, ignoring his own sect master's speech.

He looked at the young officer wearing a Rashomon costume and said solemnly: "Your surname is He?

The He family, in this Yong'an City, there are countless families surnamed He, but if this Elder of the Sect of Destruction can ask questions solemnly, then this He family is by no means an ordinary family.

Unfortunately, among the nine major gates of the Great Jin Dynasty, the He family occupies one of them.

And the ranking is definitely within the former, just because He Yang, who is the pillar of the country, is the current head of the He family.

He Suo sneered in his heart, naturally knowing that Qian Wenli was worried that he was related to the He family, and he was afraid of causing trouble afterwards.

After all, the Sect of Destruction has no old sect master, and at the time of the storm, the Sect of Destruction is not yet stable, and it is not easy for them to control the situation.

Naturally, they will no longer provoke the outside family forces and fall apart again.

And he He Suo, unfortunately, is the head of the Nahe family, the immediate family member of He Yang, who is the upper pillar country.

If not, with his current strength, how could he get into Rashomon as an errand boy.

Although he wanted to have the backbone to say that he had nothing to do with the He family, he had a fair fight with the young man in mourning clothes.

But as soon as he saw the many people who had left the sect on his body, his chest that had just been raised deflated again, and he coughed lightly: "When the Chao Zhuguo is my grandfather." ”

He was a little embarrassed to oppress people with his power.

But when he thought of the young man in mourning clothes summoning so many people from the sect here, wasn't it also overwhelming people with power?

I took it for granted.

When he saw a trace of jealousy flashing on the face of the middle-aged man surnamed Qian, He Suo's heart settled down a little.

It seems that today's trouble should not be too big.

Qian Wenli whispered to the young man in mourning clothes: "He is a descendant of the He family, and he must not be offended." ”

The young man in mourning clothes suddenly felt that his heart was extremely hot.

When he is a young sect master, when is it not to be windy or rainy.

As soon as my father died, everything changed.

Although he is now the new sect master, he is restrained everywhere in the sect, and everything is tied.

Now in front of an outsider, he still has to endure the guilt!

He snorted coldly and said, "Everyone else has invited the battle to this sect master, if I am afraid of fighting, won't it make people laugh at me for being cowardly and afraid of destroying the sect?"

Qian Wenli thought for a moment and felt that it was unreasonable.

He nodded and said in a deep voice: "That sect master, remember to be measured when you go to battle, don't kill you." ”

Hearing this, He Suo's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Feeling that he was being slighted, he reported out of the house by himself, although he achieved the desired effect.

But the main reason for this is that he doesn't want the other Sect of Extermination to interfere in this matter, so he will fight the young man in mourning clothes fairly, and then defeat him.

But now listening to the tone of that party, how can it be faintly implied that he is not as good as the young man in mourning clothes.

Yes, in terms of talent, he admits that he is not as good as this young man who looks no more than seventeen or eighty-nine, because he is twenty-one years old this year, but he is at the peak of soul condensation with him.

And the young man's body was faintly filled with a gloomy bloody aura, and he knew that he was by no means a pampered young master, and he had also rolled in the pool of dead people's blood to this point.

If it is a real battle, the odds of winning are estimated to be only five or five, but for her, he is willing to bet on the honor of Rashomon and fight.

The young man in mourning clothes smiled darkly, the corners of his mouth expanded to an exaggerated and hideous arc, and sneered: "Uncle Qian, don't worry, I have my own measure." ”

He looked at Fang Hesuo from afar, like a hungry wolf seeing a long-sought prey in his eyes: "Remember the person in front of you, my name is He Shiming, because I will leave an indelible trace in your life!"

The eyebrows that had been suppressed for a long time stretched out at this moment, as if they were going to release all the resentment that had been enduring for a long time at this moment!

This expression really makes it hard to believe the authenticity of his own measure.

He slowly took two steps forward, stepping out of the confined range of his subordinates behind him, and the palm of his right hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

Since he officially became the sect master of the Annihilation Sect, the black sword that had accompanied him for many years on his waist had no chance to come out of the sheath.

He wants to roar!

He's going to ...... Homicide!