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

On the lid of the black coffin, from left to right, lifelike wooden horses are placed in turn, scarlet hearts that are still beating faintly, and livers, spleen, and lungs that are steaming with wisps of heat.

Poof.

Wujiro’s hands stained with sticky blood were violently withdrawn from Wang Po’s abdomen.

Slowly stand up, turn around, and place the two kidneys next to the lungs.

Behind Wujiro, the body of the queen mother-in-law, who had been hollowed out of all his internal organs, slammed face down with a muffled sound, and smashed heavily on the ground.

The soldiers were terrified, creepy like falling into an ice cellar.

Footsteps come from far and near.

A catcher quickly entered the martial arts courtyard.

Takejiro, who stood in front of the black coffin, whispered, “Master Wu, there is a child outside the courtyard who wants to see you, saying that it is Nishi… Ximen Qing brought a few words to you, my lord.

Takejiro: “Bring it in.” ”

The catcher quickly went and returned, followed by a little boy about five or six years old who was still wearing open pants.

The boy had a runny nose and held in his hand a bunch of sugar gourds with crystalline syrup and bright red fruit.

In the face of the full courtyard commissioners, he was not afraid, and while licking the syrup, he asked childishly: “Who is Wusong?”

Takejiro: “I am.”

“What did Ximen Qing ask you to bring me?”

The boy stretched out three fingers, “First, that big brother asked me to tell you that your sister-in-law is very moist.”

“Second, the eldest brother also said that he will set up a banquet for your little nephew who has just been born in the Yanque Tower tonight, and invite you to come and eat wine.”

Takejiro: “What about the third?”

Little boy: “It’s gone.” Glancing

at Wujilang’s murderous eyes, Xu Chang hurriedly reprimanded, “Take this little calf out for me and kick your ass!” ”

——The

martial artist courtyard was silent.

There was a dead silence.

A dry errand did not even dare to breathe.

Takejiro knelt on his knees and burned paper money in a brass basin.

Xu Chang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said softly: “Master Wu, Ximen Qing is inviting Jun into the urn, you must not be fooled.”

“I have asked my subordinates to go to Cangling Town to inform Lord Hu Chonghu.”

“If it is short, it will be one day, and if it is not longer than three days, Lord Hu Chong will return.”

“Master Wu, don’t be impulsive.”

“Everything will be discussed in the long run when Lord Hu returns.”

“Alas~

” Xu Chang sighed lightly, “I don’t know where the county commander went~” Xu Chang

didn’t know.

But Takematsu knows.

Lord Han is at the top of Qingshan.

But that’s the Simons!

The four major families of Ximen, Tang, Zhang and Qin have been rooted in Xiangxiu County for nearly a hundred years.

And Lord Han served as the county commander of Xiangxiu County for half a year.

In Wu Song’s heart, the four major families targeted Lord Han to intercept and kill, and the reason why the adult was safe and sound, he definitely paid a heavy price.

‘Adults treat me like a mountain, how can Wusong involve adults in this whirlpool?! ‘Whether

Ximen Qing tortured and killed his brother and sister-in-law, as well as his little nephew, whether it was a simple bestial hair, or the old man Ximen behind him was targeting adults.

Wu Song would not choose to implicate adults.

It will not implicate the county to catch fast and send service with his own subordinates.

Takashi ~

Takejiro draws the knife out of the sheath.

A knife cut off the head of Wang Po.

“Brother Xu.”

“Don’t dare, Lord Wu, please order.”

Wu Erlang: “Brother Xu found a box for me, and then threw this headless corpse into the wilderness, and let the wild dogs bite and gnaw!” ”

—

Night falls.

It’s raining.

The wind creaked the windows.

The torrential rain crackled the tiles.

The martial arts courtyard was empty.

Only in the Spirit Hall, Takejiro, kneeling in front of the coffin, burned paper money mechanically.

After burning the last handful, watch the flame gradually extinguish in the brass basin.

Wujiro pursed his thin lips tightly and kowtowed three times at his brother and sister-in-law.

Immediately, he slowly stood up, walked out of the hall, and came to the stove house.

Grabbed a baked cake from the basket.

Takejiro stood in the courtyard, eating the cakes that his sister-in-law personally made with noodles, while looking through the rain curtain, he looked at this home where he had lived for twenty-five years.

Full of tragic death, blood and deep hatred!

How could Takejiro not report it?!

He couldn’t wait a minute any longer!

Lock the door.

Lock the courtyard door again.

Dressed in snow-white vegetarian, with bulging cheeks and chewing on a large mouth, Takejiro walked out of Fengden Lane.

The thin back quickly disappeared into the depths of the rainy night.

–

two quarters of an hour later.

A dark shadow climbed into the county compound from the high wall.

It was Wu Song, who was drenched in water.

Samurai Jiro came to the center of the compound, facing the extremely distant Qingshan direction.

Stood quietly for a while.

Immediately, his knees were slightly bent and he stepped up.

One board at a glance and punching.

Fist the dragon elephant!

It was the Great Wall that went north to the west of Suzhou that year, and Han Xiangbone was taught to Wujilang on the way.

The fist is sometimes like an elephant, slow and heavy.

The fist wind sometimes howled, slamming into the wall and thundering like a dragon.

Sometimes the arm is like a whip, and a large raindrop is detonated.

Half an hour later.

Wu Song, who had finished fighting a complete set of dragon and elephant fists, put away his posture.

Both knees hit the floor hard, splashing all over the place.

“My lord, Jiro has disappointed you!”

In the direction of Chongqing Mountain, three heads in a row.

Again out of the county compound.

Takejiro’s destination is clear.

Yanque Building!

——

Yanque Tower on a rainy night, brightly lit and full of people.

The first, second, third and fourth floors are all overcrowded.

It is not the people of the four major families, but the gang members in Xiangxiu County, and the fish and dragons are mixed.

Luofu Chunting storm, Zhu Jiuyin killed two or three hundred wufu with one punch.

Almost killed the martial arts attendants of the four major families.

The martial arts who entered the product are not comparable to the gang’s group of smelly tomatoes and rotten sweet potatoes.

The four major families have been rooted in Xiangxiu County for a hundred years, and it took four generations to raise more than 300 martial artists.

Nearly ninety percent died in Luofu Spring Pavilion, and there was no way to replenish it in a short period of time.

This is also why Wu Erlang dares to worship the building with the Seventh Rank Realm.

The fifth floor of Yanque Building.

Also the top floor.

Ximen Qing hugged left and right, Xiao Eight Xiaojiu one guarded at the entrance of the stairs, and the other stood at the window.

‘Ooooh~’

Xiao Er ran upstairs quickly, holding a boxy wooden box in his hand.

“Second Prince, this is what the people of the county magistrate asked me to give to you, saying that it was a gift from Wu Song.”

“Little Eight, open it and see.”

Xiao Ba took the wooden box, placed it on the Eight Immortals table, and gently opened the lid.

“Ugh!”

In Ximen Qing’s arms, the two Qinglou women wearing only tulle immediately screamed in shock.

In the wooden box, there was a human head of Wang Po’s angry eyes and death.

“Hmph~

” Ximen Qing was very calm

, snorted coldly, and said with great disdain: “This is the means of Han Taiping’s henchman?”

“It’s too small!”

Xiao Jiu: “Gongzi, Wujilang is a seven-grade overseas martial artist, and it is when you are angry, do you want to avoid it?” ”

Avoid?!”

“A small soldier room manager, Seventh Rank Wufu, what qualifications do you have to let this prince avoid?!”

Ximen Qing said sarcastically: “This night, there are three hundred gang members in the building, and let him Wu Erlang kill a hearty way!” ”

-ps

: Plus is better like no hammer.

It’s been a whole day, and the number of gift-givers hasn’t exceeded 100.