Speaking of which, such a major event should have been Li Ruilin's appearance, that is, Li Datong knew whether he was there, and it should have been the oldest virtuous man among the squires, not Wei Ye, a passing Taoist priest, who should be in charge.

But this lord Wei Ye just did it, and he did it as a matter of course.

Not only did the squires who gathered around not think it was strange, but even the old master Gu, who had been acting as the governor of Li Datong, did not feel that there was anything wrong.

In the private room on the second floor of the Hero Building, Wu Junhui, the master of the Siping Gun Gate, the "Sea Splitting Gun", stared at the two poor insects kneeling in front of Wei Ye with a blank expression.

Needless to say, Zhen Xiangpu is destined to be unable to escape a dead word, as for whether he happily cut off his head with a knife, or cut the fish scales in pieces, it is no longer up to him.

And Ren Tianpeng, who knelt on the ground on the side, kowtowed like a chicken pecking rice and begged for mercy, from now on, he can only hand over the position of the owner and retire with peace of mind, and don't want to have a good reputation in the rivers and lakes.

Although he has been raised for a few days, Wu Junhui's face is still pale and pale, his eyelids are swollen, and his eyes are black, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like a serious illness on the sickbed.

But the eyes of this master of the Siping Gun Gate were more attentive than before, he slammed the window shut, and slapped the table: "Daohai Zongyuan wants to open a mountain and establish a faction, all follow him, but this Foshan Town can't stay any longer! Elder Di, give the order to go down, everyone pack their luggage, and go back!"

Elder Di, who was sitting opposite Wu Junhui, knew very well that in the past few years, Siping Gun Gate had colluded with people from all walks of life in Lingnan, and he had not been less involved in those things that hurt heaven and reason. And the martial arts people who seem to have dirty things on their bodies really shouldn't stay in Foshan anymore - the Daohai Zongyuan brand has just been played, but how much bloody rain has it set off on the martial arts road?

The Five Tigers faction in Guangdong will be extinguished when it is said to be destroyed.

In the blink of an eye, the Lingnan evil way killed a chicken and dog.

Now even Zhen Xiangpu, a flower thief who has long been in the rivers and lakes and incognito, has been dug up again.

The heads of dozens of famous figures, dozens of ruined cottages, and today's actions, all of them are Daohai Zongyuan standing up to Lingnan Wulin, and if the Siping Gun Gate does not leave, it will only become the next chicken used to scare monkeys!

In a second-rate sect like Siping Gun Gate, the head of the sect may not be able to achieve martial arts, but the eyesight of the rivers and lakes is not necessarily bad.

Hurriedly threw a few pieces of broken silver on the hero's cabinet, headed by Wu Junhui, more than a dozen people up and down the Siping gun door, hurriedly left Foshan Town, and did not take the main road, but took the small road and hurried towards the location of his own sect.

Under the Siping Gun Gate, except for a few Wu Junhui's henchmen and disciples, everyone didn't know what was wrong with the head of the house, first fainted on the street with phlegm, and now hurried back like this. It's just that everyone sees Wu Junhui's smiling and gloomy face that is about to drip water, and they only dare to swallow anything into their stomachs.

Wu Junhui walked at the front of the line, just carrying his pear flower gun, and didn't look back, just rushed to the front.

This trail is rugged in the mountains, the wild forests on both sides are extremely dense, and the little afterglow of the sun in the west has been blocked by layers of branches and leaves, and there is not much left when it falls to the ground, but it is gloomy, as if there is some monster lurking in the forest, which makes the disciples of Siping Gun Gate unconsciously nervous.

Wu Junhui didn't care about these little things, but as he stepped forward, the light became dim step by step, at such a time, on such a road, there were always some memories that should have been sealed in the depths of his mind, and they surfaced unexpectedly.

Walking into the dim world step by step is nothing new for Wu Junhui, and even in the dark, his steps are more steady and faster.

For many years, he had walked among the secret passages of the evil masters, and behind him were newly bought girls—and sometimes boys—walking towards the caves that saw the light of day.

And the last to leave, only Wu Junhui was alone.

This experience did not make Wu Junhui feel happy, but he didn't have any more feelings, just like parents who just had a child, they always have to worship the pox mother, which is a routine ritual.

As for the cries and wails coming from those demon caves, they are probably not much different from the bells and chimes that ring from time to time in the temple.

Before Wu Junhui saw those heads, he probably thought so.

But when those monsters who had been enjoying the sacrifices he brought for a long time finally turned into heads pickled with lime on bamboo poles, swaying slightly in the wind, Wu Junhui was not so much terrifying as strange, and felt strange to this martial arts, this rivers and lakes, and this world.

It seems that something is different from before, what is the difference, he can't say, but when Ren Tianpeng knelt on the street, and when Zhen Xiangpu was tied up and taken to the street cage, Wu Junhui really found that the world had changed.

Just like the old men who believe that "the punishment is not a doctor", the martial arts giants also believe that "the king law can't control the people in the rivers and lakes".

Even if there are martial arts heroes like Xuan Miaozi, Feng Tiannan and others, who have done all the evil things of cutting off their children and grandchildren, they should only be dealt with by those heroes who are also from the rivers and lakes. Of course, colleagues in the martial arts, for such things, often pretend not to see a lot, at most they just sit on the sidelines and say some toothache spells that don't hurt or itch such as "cutting the mat and breaking off the relationship".

is really like Hu Yidao back then, who only relies on his own likes and dislikes to act chivalrous and righteous, even if he has world-class martial arts, he can only die early.

As for the government, the government's entrapment of the martial arts giants, and they are more attentive to the scholars, even if they are high-ranking officials who have achieved one or two grades, and those who really control the head of a major sect, they will not be polite and tolerant. As for the magistrates, every time they take office, the first thing they do is to inquire about the local martial arts sect, if it is a major sect like Shaolin and the Beggars, their hard work in drilling the camp is not lower than serving the officials.

Even if it is Li Wei, a "famous minister" who is full of wisdom in the Yongzheng Dynasty, his method of dealing with Gan Fengchi and Dou Erdun is only through Wu Blind and Huang Tianba, who have been famous in the martial arts for a long time.

But these rules, which seem to be made of fine iron, have been subverted in today's Guangdong.

Someone can kill all the masters of the Lingnan Green Forest for Liwei.

In order to become famous, someone can force the martial arts tycoon to kneel on the street and beg for mercy.

In the blink of an eye, this world has become like this, Wu Junhui doesn't know why, but the experience of walking the old rivers and lakes tells him that at such a time, he has to get as far away from Foshan Town and Daohai Sect Source as possible!

The steps became more and more urgent, and while he was walking forward quickly, Wu Junhui suddenly heard the sound of the wind in the wild forest next to the road for no reason!

The steps under his feet did not stop, Wu Junhui just ordered: "Elder Di, let everyone be on guard—"

Before he finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Elder Di, who had been following him closely, but all he saw was a face with a strange smile.

Elder Di's head hung on the branch beside the road, while his torso maintained a forward posture, taking a step towards himself falling to the ground, and then he lost his vitality and fell to the ground with a thud.

Behind Elder Di, a young girl who didn't look very old wore a cloak like a Guanyin Hood, and played with a pair of short blades like Emei thorns in her hands.

The pair of short thorns were sharpened like long needles, and they looked like they were purely blades dedicated to stabbing the throat, poking the eyes, and punching holes, not swords and other weapons with open edges, but how was Elder Di's head cut off?

Before the question could be answered, the girl had already taken off her hood from him, her golden orange curls draped casually behind her head, her fair skin like unglazed porcelain, with a sickly gray feeling, while her red eyes looked at the crowd around her with a look of delight.

She spoke in a somewhat brutal, slightly childish tone: "You are the warriors of this world, don't you? You seem stronger than the civilians who weep and die with a little caresses." ”

Wu Junhui can be sure that this woman's mouth shape is not speaking official language, but when it falls into his ears, it is a northern official accent with a round tone.

However, more than the accent problem, what made Wu Junhui more vigilant was the familiar smile and eyes of this woman.

Yes, the master on the Lingnan Green Forest Road, the mysterious man who has lost his humanity, every time he accepts Wu Junhui's offering, this old monster will show the same expression to those girls who have been abducted or bought.

It was a gluttonous expression that Xuan Miaozi would only reveal when she was about to enjoy an ugly feast cooked with human life and blood.

But Wu Junhui never thought that he would find the same expression on the face of such a girl who looked less than twenty years old.

The undisguised expression on her face distorted and ugly even the girl's exotic-looking beauty.

As the head of the Siping Gun Gate, Wu Junhui reached behind his back to hold the pear flower gun, but his eyes were removed from Elder Di's blind head, and his eyes were firmly fixed on this woman who didn't know its origin: "Who are you and what are you going to do?!"

"What to do?" As if amused by Wu Junhui's question, the red-eyed female butcher smiled coquettishly, and gently traced the plump and beautiful lip shape with the short thorn in her hand: "Can't you see this? How boring and sluggish are the men in this place? Little Clay is naturally looking for fun to kill time in this place." Or can you give little Clay the pleasure of a long, boring trip, a little bit of dessert?"

In the middle of these few words, the Siping Spear disciples who were left behind had already chased after them, but the first thing they saw was Elder Di's severed body.

"Elder!"

"This demon girl, this demon girl killed Elder Di!"

With the shouting and shouting of several Siping Gun Sect disciples, the pear flower spear was untied from the back, and the spear flower trembled, and the red-eyed female butcher was surrounded in it.

But at this time, Wu Junhui stopped what he was doing, and just shouted violently: "Shut the fuck!"

As soon as he stopped drinking, the sick tiger was still there, and the disciples of the Siping Gun Gate suddenly suppressed their shouts into their throats. Only Wu Junhui's voice still sounded on the forest path: "Friend, if you want to have fun, you might as well cooperate with Wu, as the head of Siping Gun Gate, Wu has his own way, even if you enjoy skinning people alive every day, Wu has a way to satisfy you——"

Perhaps because he was used to dealing with evil masters, Wu Junhui was much calmer when he faced this woman with a twisted smile than when he saw those public heads.

In response to Wu Junhui's words, the red-eyed female butcher tilted her head and seemed to be very interested in motioning for him to continue.

Wu Junhui glanced at these Siping Gun Sect disciples around him, especially those disciples who were passed down by Elder Di, and his voice couldn't help but be calmer, and he was also more sincere: "It's just killing people for fun, Wu Mou's disciples, friends, which one you like, you will take which life, Siping Gun Sect family has a great cause, and this loss is nothing." ”

When these words came out, not only did the disciples of the Siping Gun Sect change color, but also made the other party a little surprised: "What a guy who can't see through, it's such a boring reaction - but, it's okay!"

Before the words fell, the red-eyed butcher shot out violently like an arrow, and in the dazzling flash of silver, the two Siping Gun Gate disciples were immediately stabbed in the chest with a blow, and they didn't even have time to shout, so they fell down with the blood that spurted out like a spring.

At the moment when the red-eyed butcher sent the short thorn into the chests of the two disciples, Wu Junhui let out a loud cry, and a pear flower spear wrapped in cloth behind him suddenly came out.

With a pistol in his left hand and a cloth in his right hand, Wu Junhui's left pistol came out, the spear was straight like a line, and the cloth in his right hand was like a long rainbow hanging to the sky, rolling straight up to the opponent's right arm!

The red-eyed butcher didn't care at all when her right hand was wrapped in the cloth, but just muttered in a low voice: "Is there only this kind of little trick that doesn't work?

Between the words, the female butcher, who could no longer hide her disappointment, suddenly lowered her body, but withdrew the short thorn in her hand to her waist, and then took out a steel hammer full of spikes from her waist, and slammed it forward!

The pear flower spear stabbed the female butcher in the chest, but the tip of the gun made a crisp sound hitting the iron plate, and then the steel hammer went in with a backhand and landed on the top of Wu Junhui's head, immediately bringing up a piece of blood, brains and broken bones!

And with the rhythmic sound of a steel hammer smashing down the head, the screams of only a disgruntled female butcher on the forest path kept ringing:

"Why! Why! Why are you all so fragile and so untortured!