I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Twenty years of Voling, the fifth day of October.

It was dark, overcast, and it was going to rain.

But the people were not worried, because the crops in the fields had already been harvested.

Not a moment.

Smoke billowing out.

A team of more than a dozen people and horses galloped into Xiangxiu County.

The leader is none other than Samurai Erlang.

About a moment later.

Orange Tree Street.

Takejiro rolled over and dismounted.

In January, after exhausting his efforts and quarrying stones, Wusong was tanned and lost weight.

At the entrance of the street, there are more than a dozen county officials wearing blue clothes, and the fishing speed of steel knives hanging from their waists.

Orange Street behind him is empty, and the doors and windows of the shops on both sides are closed.

“Master Wu, you’re back~”

Facing Wu Song in front of him, more than a dozen catchers hurriedly hugged their fists and bowed, not daring to look Erlang directly in the eyes.

Because the day before leaving on the tenth day of September, Takejiro invited the prefectural officials to catch them quickly and drink in the restaurant until the end of the third change.

As soon as he caught fast, he patted his chest and promised that he would patrol Fengdeng Lane more and secretly protect Erlang’s brother and sister-in-law.

Takejiro looked calm, without the slightest expression.

Like a killer with a heart of stone, more like a corpse.

“You blocked Orange Tree Street, so how do you let the merchants do business? How do the people of this street get around? ”

Unblock as soon as possible!”

With that, Takejiro walked through the crowd towards the Wang Po Teahouse at the end of Orange Tree Street.

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The Wang Po Teahouse only unloaded a wooden plank, allowing only one person to pass, and the inside was dark.

The twenty or so people who surrounded the teahouse did not enter the teahouse.

The smell of blood emanating from the teahouse is extremely real and haunts everyone’s nose.

The catchers couldn’t imagine what a bloody picture it was in the small teahouse nearby.

Xu Chang squatted under the eaves of the restaurant opposite the teahouse, smoking dry cigarettes while at the bar, and his eyes turned to the dark inside of the teahouse from time to time.

Xu Chang was the only one who had entered the interior of the teahouse.

After only twenty or thirty seconds, Xu Chang couldn’t bear to rush out.

Wow vomited, almost vomited all the internal organs.

It’s bloody, it’s too tragic!

“Head, Wu… Lord Wu is back! A

catcher next to him reminded.

Xu Chang quickly stood up and looked in the direction of the street entrance.

Wu Song, dressed in a coarse linen shirt, has a dark and rough face like a weather-beaten granite.

He walked with heavy steps, his expression devoid of sorrow or joy.

His whole body was dusty, even his hair.

It was as if taking a bath with dirt dust.

It is clear that he rushed back day and night.

Mo Yan washed and bathed, and even the dirty clothes on his body did not have time to change.

Xu Chang’s mouth was dry, and he swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva fiercely and stepped forward.

“Wu… Lord Wu, you… You…”

Xu Chang stammered, obviously the words were in his throat, but he couldn’t even spit out a word.

Wujiro stretched out his palm full of cracks and patted Xu Chang’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, I don’t blame you.”

When the words fell, Wujiro and Xu Chang passed by.

Standing in front of Wang Po’s teahouse, Takejiro quietly stared at the dark inside of the teahouse.

Like a stone statue, he stood like that, standing for a long time.

When Takejiro was young, both his father and mother died.

Wu Dalang, who was only twelve years old at the time, carried a flat burden, with Wujiro in the basket in front and baked cakes in the back, hawking along the street.

Whenever a diaper was hung on a clothesline in front of someone’s house, Wu Da Lang would knock on the courtyard door, or make a wave, or kowtow, and ask for a mouthful of milk for Wu Jiro.

He cooked his own cakes with boiling water, while his younger brother ate meat and vegetables.

He couldn’t read a lot of words, but he spent a lot of money to send his younger brother to private school.

He even took out his wife’s book for his younger brother to practice martial arts.

Wu Da Lang gave everything his best to Wu Erlang without reservation.

Being both a father and a mother, Han Xinru raised Wujiro as an adult.

The depth of the feelings between the two brothers is as high as the sky and as thick as the ground.

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Takejiro finally took a step.

Then he retracted his footsteps.

Reach out and untie the steel knife hanging from your waist.

Xu Chang hurriedly took it.

Even though he didn’t want to face it, Takejiro still entered the teahouse.

As a seven-rank martial artist, his ears are clear.

The first thing that catches your eye is blood.

On the floor, on the wall, on the board, on the table and chairs, and even on the beams.

The smell of blood is pungent!

Then there are three white cloths.

Two pieces on the ground, one shrouded in a tea table.

Takejiro squatted down, stretched out his slightly trembling palm, and slowly lifted the first white cloth.

It is a brother who is blurred in flesh and blood, almost not human-like.

Immediately lift the second white cloth.

The disgusting strong smell of blood instantly engulfed Takejiro.

It’s sister-in-law Pan Ping’er.

The abdomen was brutally sliced open by a steel knife, and bloody intestines flowed out.

Takejiro reached out and gently grabbed the corner of the skirt and covered his sister-in-law’s bruised thighs.

Finally, lift the white cloth covering the tea table.

It’s a baby.

A little baby who has been pregnant for five months and already has a mouth, eyes, ears, and nose.

Outside the teahouse.

The twenty or so catchers and Takejiro’s subordinates were all in agreement, and their bodies shivered violently.

Inside the teahouse, a heart-rending roar suddenly sounded.

It made everyone’s scalp numb and their hearts jumped.

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Xu Chang has already prepared everything.

It’s only an hour before and after.

Wu Da Lang and Pan Pinger, as well as the unborn children of the husband and wife, two large bodies, one small and three corpses, were collected into a black coffin.

Feng Deng Lane samurai.

Inside the Spirit Hall.

Takejiro gently placed a palm-sized wooden horse on the lid of the coffin.

The wooden horse was carved by Takejiro with a dagger when he was in Mt. Yongshan.

It was a gift for my little nephew.

It’s a pity that I haven’t been able to hear my little nephew calling himself uncle milky.

Dense footsteps come from far and near.

Xu Chang and several predators quickly pressed Wang Po into the Spirit Hall.

When he looked at Takejiro’s beastly lacquer eyes.

Wang Po’s body was soft, and she sat on the ground like a pool of mud.

“Erlang… No, no, no, Lord Wu, it’s not… It’s not me! ”

Yes… It is the Qing Gongzi of the Simons clan! ”

The old man never thought that Qinggongzi would be… It will create such a bloody siniquity!

Xu Chang pulled out his sword and unsheathed it, respectfully handed it to Wujilang with both hands.

Takejiro, who wore the ma, did not take it.

“My brother and sister-in-law, as well as the ghost of my little nephew, have not gone far yet!”

“Before you go to atone for your sister-in-law’s family,”

Takejiro said word by word, “let me see whether your heart, your liver, and your internal organs are red or black!” ”

Boom punch!

With the sound of the sternum shattering, in the shocked eyes of the servants inside and outside the Spirit Hall, Wujiro’s fist smashed deeply into Wang Po’s chest.

Immediately suddenly.

Take out a bloody, violently undulating heart!

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