Mu Sha suddenly appeared, holding a blood-dripping Mo knife in his hand, making his whole person look like a devil crawling out of hell.

Several officials around Zuo Zhengming were already weakened by their legs in such a scene, and he was only barely able to support it, but he was subconsciously ready to die here.

"Okay, enough talked, you can die in peace and don't have to struggle, because no one here will hear you anymore, hehe, hehe......"

He laughed maniacally as he raised his knife and walked towards the silent people in front of him.

The snow-bright blade flashed hurriedly in the bright light of the torch, and Zuo Zhengming felt as if a red blood line flew in front of his eyes, and then the blood line separated into bright blood beads, which were sprinkled all over the ground in an instant.

Next, several of the jailers, who were already paralyzed, fell to the ground, only trembling slightly, and then remained motionless, and the blood did not flow directly, but after a while, it was like a stream that stained the entire ground under them red.

Before Zuo Zhengming could react, the knife that seemed to carry a cold breath was handed to him under his neck, and at that moment he even felt that his whole body began to get cold, and then he lost consciousness a little bit.

"I didn't expect to die like this, it's a pity that there is still a high hall in the family, and there are wives and children, and my wife may remarry soon after I die, I just hope that she can raise a young child in the love of so many years......"

"Thinking about it, I have racked my brains for so many years, learned to be sleek and sophisticated, and flattered the big guys, even the little officials never dared to provoke easily, I was afraid that one day I would get into trouble, but I didn't expect to take this step early, hey...... The vicissitudes of the world, and I have seen the end to this day...... Let the rest go with the wind!"

He closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

But after waiting for a while, the coldness of the blade was still close at hand, but it stopped there with precision, and did not continue to penetrate, because if he got any closer, he would have been splashed with blood on the spot.

Zuo Zhengming slowly opened his eyes, and just saw Mu Sha not far from him, as well as the Mo knife that was still dripping with blood close to him, and a chill hit his heart again, but he still couldn't help but feel a kind of happiness for the rest of his life.

"Oh my God, I'm not dead, if I can still live, just think that the idea just now has never appeared, my wife must not remarry, I worked hard to marry back then!"

Mu Sha looked at him and squeezed his eyebrows, how did he know that he would be in such a mind, and thought that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he was so frightened that he lost his soul when he saw the blood-dripping long knife in front of his neck.

"Take me to find out which prison the Yu family is in, and I can let people go back alive......"

Zuo Zhengming was stunned, he didn't expect that the "Rakshasa"-like character in front of him was actually Yu Qi's family who picked up people and killed people just now, how could he never imagine that Yu Qi's family could have anything to do with such a person?

With the knife on his neck, what can he do, in order to save his life, not to mention that the moment just now almost made people "re-examine life", and at this moment he could only obey Mu Sha and open the door of the innermost cell.

Mu Sha stood under the torch and looked inside, it was dark and damp as if it had long been moldy, and with a sweep of the long knife, Zuo Zhengming fell to the ground like a broken wood.

"Old man Yu, are you already moldy?"

When he walked in and raised his eyes, he saw a young man's face, he had seen too many people of all kinds in his life, and he had killed too many people, high-ranking officials and martial arts wizards, all of whom became the souls of his swords, even the brave generals on the battlefield may not be really so iron-blooded when they really faced the blood-dripping Mo knife in his hand, so that he gradually understood one thing, saying that he was not afraid of death and really not afraid of death are two different things.

But the young man in front of him gave him another feeling, his calm expression, and his slightly haggard eyes didn't seem to be scared at all the moment he saw him walk in

It's a little incredible.

He likes to kill, he likes the comfort of blood splashing three feet, and he likes to see people crawling at his feet begging for a life, but those people end up becoming a cold corpse, in the Hundred Years Pavilion except for the mysterious old Bodhisattva, it is the Night Ember who has the highest martial arts, but it is he who is really more frightening, because he is cruel and cold-blooded enough.

"If you want to kill my father, kill me first!" Yu Han said calmly.

Mu Shayin laughed predictively, this sentence seemed to say "I'm not afraid of you at all", but in fact, he felt that Yu Han had no cultivation at all, and even if he did, it could only be some superficial fist and foot kung fu, and he was just like a piece of waste paper in front of him, as long as he used a little force, he could pierce it, and it would not play any role in blocking it at all.

"Young man, aren't you really afraid of death?" he slowly handed over the Mo knife in his hand, which was still dripping with blood, and the bloody breath that came from it seemed to be even more obvious in the dark and damp prison.

Maybe it was because of the bloody gas on the knife, which made Yu Han a little uncomfortable, but he only frowned slightly, and then actually laughed.

"I can pinch you to death like an ant......"

Mu Sha suddenly wanted to pinch the boy to death with his own hands, he really wanted to see if the boy's expression when he was gradually suffocating in his hands would be as calm as it was now.

However, when his hand was almost touching Yu Han's clothes, Yu Han actually stretched out a hand, facing each other, which was completely beyond Mu Sha's expectations, because he couldn't imagine that a young man who didn't know martial arts would dare to take his palm.

I don't know where it came from, a stream of air made Yu Han's clothes flutter gently, Mu Sha almost didn't have time to react, a powerful force was born along the young man's palm, intersecting with his own palm power, only in an instant, he felt that the power was like the momentum of the river and the sea, making his internal force instantly disintegrate.

The power from the young man behind him bounced out, and a trace of incredulity flashed in his pupils, and he still couldn't believe that this was true, how could a young man who had no cultivation at all be possible?

At this time, the boy had already moved sideways, and a man in a snow suit appeared in front of him.

The snow suit is like the color of the bright moon, and it is also like the white snow, even if you are in prison, you can also have a sense of cleanliness.

Mu Sha was stunned for a moment, he was not a timid person, but a man in white hiding in prison and being able to make himself completely unable to feel his aura fluctuations, how could this not make him frightened?

"Who are you?" the knife in his hand tightened, and he was ready to strike as fast as he could.

"You...... Don't deserve to know who I am......" The voice of the man in white was as cold as his snowcoat as white as the moon, and there was a calm indifference in his voice, as if he didn't care about the threat and existence of Mu Sha at all.

"You have always felt that it is useless to learn martial arts, if you still feel like this at this moment, I will leave immediately, and I will not bother again, if so...... If you want, I can kill this person for you, but you have to go with me......" The snow-clothed man said to Yu Han.

At this time, Yu Han frowned, he knew that the snow-clothed man would definitely do what he said, if he didn't agree, he would leave here immediately, and he and his family would become the soul of the sword.

He can die, even if the day when his long-standing desire to serve the country is not realized, he can't watch his family die tragically in prison.

"The choice is given to you now......" The snow-clothed man didn't look at Mu Sha, just waiting for Yu Han to give him an answer.

Mu Sha has killed countless people in his life, how have he ever encountered such a thing, he held a knife in his hand, but the other party turned a blind eye to it completely, and he didn't take himself in his eyes at all.

He couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "I have killed countless people, and my subordinates have never left a living mouth, even if your appearance is unexpected, but tonight...... No one wants to get out of here alive......"

"He's about to kill your whole family, if you're willing to come with me, I'll do it

to block him for you, but if you don't want to, then I can't help ......," the snow-clothed man said to Yu Han in a calm tone.

Yu Han knew that what this person said was true, and looked at his family members hiding in a dark corner behind him, and secretly closed his eyes, originally he was determined to serve the country in this life, and never thought of taking any other path, but recent experience told him that the center of the power of the court is now a huge whirlpool, and the slightest carelessness will be shattered, and it will not benefit the world.

So "why not try another way", he couldn't help but ask himself at the moment.

"Okay, I'll go with you......" he decided, and no longer hesitated.

The old father Yu Qi behind him knew what his son was thinking, and he couldn't help but cry, facing the crisis in front of him, it was no longer what he had learned in his life to deal with.

"Son, Daddy is sorry for you......"

Yu Han turned around and said with a smile: "Father, our family has already died once, and when your son is not by your side in the future, you must also learn to protect yourself, protect your mother and the family......"

At this moment, a strong wind struck, Mu Sha made a killing move, and the Mo knife suddenly attacked Yu Han, and there was no more life.

However, what he didn't expect at all was that the snow-clothed man's eyes were raised, and the indifferent look turned out to be the most terrifying person he had ever seen in his life.

The Mo knife was swept in the strong wind, and it collided with an emerald green flute waved by the snow-clothed man with a gentle hand, so that his Mo knife could no longer advance for half a minute.

The emerald green of the flute seemed to melt in the light of the collision, turning into a sea of emerald green, and Mu Sha felt that he was beginning to grow smaller and smaller.

The bright light illuminated the snow clothes more conspicuously, and at this time, Mu Sha seemed to see clearly the man standing still in front of him, like a snowy mountain.

He was stunned by the indifferent and quiet attitude towards everything in the world hidden between the man's eyebrows, probably this came from his strong strength, right?

"You...... Are you a member of the Four Great Sects?"

Finally, he asked this sentence almost subconsciously, and then flew out, like a useless piece of waste paper, turned into a paper kite, and crashed into the iron pillar of the opposite prison.

The snow-clothed man walked out slowly, Yu Han followed behind him, Zuo Zhengming was still trembling on the ground, he really didn't expect the reversal to come so quickly, and the murderer who was still menacing just now became even more embarrassed than himself.

The snow-clothed man glanced at him and said, "Tell Qin Hui that if Yu Qi's family dies, he will receive more than just a human head next time......

The true qi in Mu Sha's body was already empty, he had lost all the strength in his body, and he even felt that he was now inferior to an ordinary person, his eyes were blood-red, he looked at the snow-clothed man, and roared: "Why don't you kill me directly?"

The snow-clothed man stopped, looked down at him, looked up at the front again, and said: "The Hundred Years Old Pavilion is a dirty place, and the twelve rakshasas are all stained with blood, I like to be clean, I'm afraid you will dirty my hands......"

He led Yu Han to the long passage, and behind him was the heart-rending roar of Mu Sha.

Maybe now he really wants to end his life, but his weak body can't even keep the last bit of "dignity", he knows that after losing his martial arts, as long as he walks out of here and walks in broad daylight, he will become a loser who is not even as good as a "street rat", he will suffer countless contemptuous eyes, and there will be more miserable humiliation than death.

Yu Han walked out of the prison of Dali Temple, there were many corpses on both sides, this Mu Sha is really cruel, and his martial arts are also extremely high, and even some people still have their eyes open after death, and they don't have time to figure out how they died.

He looked up and looked at the horizon.

At the farthest reaches of the sky, a trace of the whiteness of the fish's belly, which now seems to be incomparable, is struggling to resist the boundless night.

"The day will eventually give up the night, and then all the sins hidden in the world will be crushed, and the ants may not have to endure humiliation and steal their lives......"

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