"No one escaped?" Zhao Yuan asked with a heavy heart.

"When I came, the Baihualou had already started to catch fire, and at that time, the fire had not yet completely burned, and it was faintly visible...... I saw...... See ......"

"What do you see?" Zhao Yuan felt endless fear in the eyes of the Heavenly Machine Daoist.

"Seeing the flames at the door as if there was life, they swayed from side to side, hunting and flying, like elves sealing the gate of Baihualou...... And...... And...... I also heard a terrible scream faintly coming from inside the Baihua Building...... At that time, I was very scared and didn't dare to approach, so I quickly hid until there were more and more onlookers, and I didn't dare to come out.......

Next, Zhao Yuan asked some details in detail.

Obviously, this was a planned massacre, and none of the girls in Baihualou escaped, except for being killed, they were buried in the fire, and none of them were spared.

Not only the girls of Baihualou were killed in the fire, but also many guests who stayed in Baihualou were also killed by the fat man in white robes.

There is no doubt that this is a group of super masters.

You must know that there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the Baihua Building, and many of the guests are masters themselves, including the existence of cultivators, since those people can kill all of them, it is enough to show that they are all rare masters.

Who are they?

Why did they want to burn down Baihualou?

Zhao Yuan doesn't think that this is a competition between some peers, after all, Baihualou is a hundred-legged insect that dies but does not stiffen, and it is not easy for the peers of the imperial capital to uproot the He family, and the risk is too great, in case there is no inability to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, the follow-up revenge of the He family is also extremely terrible.

The He family has been working hard in the imperial capital for decades, and it is popular in the Great Qin Empire, which can be described as deep-rooted, although He Zixiong has died, but it does not mean that the He family has no power to fight back, in fact, people who really understand some rules do not dare to provoke the He family easily at this time, because, at this time, the He family is like an emotionally nervous hedgehog, and any wind and grass will do their best to retaliate......

......

After asking the tentative location of the Tianji Daoist, Zhao Yuan decided to go to He's house.

According to what the Taoist priest said, He Ling should have been buried in the sea of fire, but Zhao Yuan still had a trace of luck.

If you want to confirm whether He Ling is dead or not, the best way is to go to He's house.

At this time, just after the rooster crowed, it entered the dawn, and the sky was still dark.

Taking advantage of the night, Zhao Yuan rushed to the He family's mansion at a gallop.

The wind lantern hanging at the door of the He family's mansion was still on, fluttering, emitting a faint light.

When Zhao Yuan walked to the door of the He family's mansion, all of a sudden, there was a feeling of extreme danger, as if there was a carnivorous beast lurking in the darkness, ready to burst out and hurt people at any time.

Zhao Yuan dispelled the idea of knocking on the door to enter, went around to the wall of the back garden of the He family's mansion, held his breath, urged the aura, and forcibly stepped into the garden with his physical body.

Zhao Yuan didn't dare to fly with the sword, because, with Zhao Yuan's ability to fly, he couldn't hide his whereabouts, and when he met a master, he would immediately reveal his original form.

A state of tranquility!

Zhao Yuan's whole person melted into the darkness, and a pair of feet, like a feline with thick meat pads, moved quickly and quickly, without making the slightest sound.

Gradually, Zhao Yuan approached the main building of the He family's mansion.

At this time, the main building of the He family's mansion was actually brightly lit, but what made people feel strange was that this house, which was supposed to be a group of slaves, actually did not have half a person, revealing an extremely eerie atmosphere, which was creepy.

Zhao Yuan stood under the shadow of a big tree, and his divine thoughts spread little by little, and when his divine thoughts entered the building, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but be startled.

In the huge living room, there were dozens of black-clothed men, Zhao Yuan counted roughly, there were at least forty people.

More than 40 black-clothed men in strong clothes surrounded a big fat man in a white robe, and the big fat man sat on a huge carved wooden chair, like a huge mountain of meat, with a look of momentum in the world.

Underneath the big fat man in the white robe, dozens of people knelt down, a large area of black pressure, and on the ground, there were many bloody and mutilated corpses, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air......

......

In the living room of nearly 100 people, no one spoke, and the falling needles could be heard, and there was a suffocating depression.

"How did the two divine envoys die?" The big fat man in the white robe was slowly trimming his nails with a pair of golden scissors, although he asked gently, but the voice was full of cold air, which made people's hearts palpitate.

"I don't know how many times I said it, I don't know how they died, and I don't even know who the Divine Envoy is, even if you kill me, I can't answer your question. He Ling stared at the big fat man in white robe with a pair of flaming eyes.

"It seems that you really don't know the way. The big fat man in the white robe showed a look of disappointment on his face.

"I don't know what to do. He Ling replied categorically.

"Well, I'll give you the last chance, and as long as you can answer, I'll reward you with a whole corpse. The white-robed man's soft voice sent chills down his spine.

He Ling gritted her teeth, she knew that today was already an inevitable death, and now she could only hope that she would not suffer those inhuman tortures before she died.

"Who is Zhao Yuan?" the white-robed big fat man pondered for a moment and suddenly asked.

"Ah......" He Ling didn't expect that the big fat man in the white robe was actually asking Zhao Yuan, and he was suddenly shocked.

"Hehe, it seems that you know Zhao Yuan. A slight smile appeared on the corner of the white-robed big fat man's mouth, and the action of trimming his nails also stopped, and a pair of eyes with only one slit left stared at He Ling, and the feminine gaze that shot out made He Ling's scalp tingle.

"I don't know what to say!" He Ling stiffened his neck, his face was unyielding.

"Hehe, is this your brother?"

The big fat man in the white robe slowly stood up, walked to a teenage child, stretched out a pair of white and chubby hands, and gently stroked the child's face, showing an obscene smile on his face.

"Don't touch him!" Seeing the fear in his brother's eyes, He Ling let out a piercing scream.

"This seat, just to touch him, what can you do!Hehe, the ...... of fine skin and tender meat" The white-robed fat man held up He Ling's younger brother's chin, and the white and chubby fingers gently slashed, emitting a series of eerie smiles.

"Let him go, I say!" He Ling said hatefully.

"Yes, that's a good boy. The white-robed fat man reluctantly touched He Ling's younger brother, and returned to the huge carved chair and sat down.

"Zhao Yuan is the only survivor of the tragedy of the Zhao family in Jiangnan. ”

"Jiangnan Zhao's family has no way to tragedy...... Hey...... Do any of you remember?" the white-robed fat man was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and seemed to have no impression, and glanced around at the black-clothed strong men.

"Report to the great envoy that the destruction of the Zhao family in Jiangnan was carried out by Hua Toutuo back then, and we don't know the specific situation, but according to Hua Toutuo's report, Jiangnan has been wiped out and there is no life. A burly man took a step forward and bowed humbly.