Chapter 322 Broken Cauldron!

How can Zheng Hu hear Song Yi's tone of questioning under a moment of excitement, and the momentum of killing broke out in an instant. And Song Yi also realized that he seemed to be too presumptuous at the moment when Zheng Hu's breath became cold.

For a moment, Song Yi was silent, and even the excitement in his eyes calmed down.

Zheng Hu is, after all, Cao Mang Xiaoxiong. At this time, Song Yi found that there was an uncontrollable gap between the two. The gap was not in the power of money, but in the vicissitudes of life and death.

After a long time, Zheng Hu said lightly, "Song Yi, you should know that the reason why Zheng Hu is willing to approach you is mostly because of my master, and you have not forgotten that you have always killed my relatives! My tolerance for you has reached the most lenient limit, but you should never forget... Because how about my master, but it's far from what you can point out, and... Since you have refused my request for alliance, if you cross the line, I will also do it against you!"

"I didn't expect that he is so important in your mind, more than your relatives?" Song Yi said with a wry smile, with some helplessness and vigilance in his words.

Zheng Hu sneered and said, "You can have a reason not to believe my master, but I, Zheng Hu, have no reason to believe in you. If you don't believe him, then the initial reason why I believe you is gone, so I can only say that you don't understand how important he plays to you!"

Song Yi was silent for a long time, and finally acquiesced in Zheng Hu's words. Although he wanted to arouse Zheng Hu's kindness at this moment, he did not expect that the weight of the old monk in Zheng Hu's heart would be so heavy that his agitation failed and brought Zheng Hu's indifference.

Seeing that the two could no longer talk, and the words that should be exchanged were finished, Song Yi got up and said goodbye, and Zheng Hu did not keep it! It was not until a long time after Song Yi walked out of the Songyue Pavilion that someone handed over an invitation...

In the dark, Zheng Hu raised his eyebrows, and his face was awe-inspiring and asked coldly, "Is it handed over by the Zhou family?"

"Yes, the old housekeeper of the Zhou family came to the door in person..." A middle-aged man bent down and replied that his face could not be seen clearly.

Zheng Hu pondered for a moment, and then ordered coldly, "It seems that the Zhou family really can't sit still. I didn't expect that Song Yi accidentally found the seven inches of the five families, which made them confused!"

"Is the master going to meet people at Zhou's house?" The subordinate asked respectfully.

"Go! Why don't you go... Let someone prepare the carriage and bring some brothers by the way. Let's go this way. I'd like what the Zhou family can talk to me about!" Zheng Hu said with a sneer, with an arrogant and unruly face.

The subordinates then received the order, and then straightened up their burly bodies and withdrew from the Songyue Pavilion lobby...

...

It was just a cup of tea. Song Yi returned to the small house he rented, surrounded by silence. Song Yi knocked on the door, but there was no answer!

Knock on the door again, several times...

There is still no response!

Song Yi's face suddenly turned pale, and then he suddenly walked around the courtyard wall and climbed into the courtyard wall.

His footsteps were in a hurry, and his heartbeat was getting more and more confused. Soon Song Yi searched the whole yard, and his face became whiter in a short time. His forehead was already sweaty, and his eyes were full of surprise and coldness.

Standing in a small yard, the cool breeze lingered several times, Song Yi finally calmed down and wiped the sweat off his forehead, and then returned to the room to find his own knife, flying knife...

After everything was done, Song Yi went out and went in the direction of Songyue Pavilion!

In the Songyue Pavilion, Song Yi did not see anyone, and Zheng Hu took all the people away...

For a moment, Song Yi fell into a loss. Of course, he was extremely anxious, but what was more surprising was whether Zheng Hu had robbed Xu Chang and Yu Guduo.

No people can be found inside and outside the Songyue Pavilion. Even the teacups are warm, and Song Yi is even more suspicious.

Suddenly, Song Yi turned around and ran to the small yard he rented, and finally found a nailed note on the door frame of the gate.

There are not many words on the note, and there is only one address - Lengchan Temple in the western suburbs.

In a short period of time, Song Yi thought of many ways in his mind. He never thought that such a thing would happen when he just went to Songyue Pavilion and turned around.

After thinking that the more time was delayed, the more troublesome it would be, Song Yi went straight to the backyard and took the horse pulling the cart all the way. He stopped in front of the government office of Lin'an Prefecture to see the magistrate, but he was told that the magistrate had something to do and had not returned. No one was willing to make the decision for Song Yi in any case.

Song Yi was even more chilled to think that this matter was definitely a premeditated thing. In desperation, he had no choice but to entrust someone to bring a message to the Shen family, and then he knew the direction of the western suburbs.

Leng Zen Temple, formerly known as Xi Leng Zen Temple, but because after suffering in a war, even the western character of the stone carving of the temple gate was destroyed, ordinary people simply called Xi Leng Zen Temple Leng Zen Temple.

gallop all the way, and it will be there in half an hour.

Just entering the temple gate, Song Yi saw many people in black standing in the square in the barren temple. Among the people standing in the square was Zhao Liang, whom Song Yi knew and had met. He came to Song Yi with a sneer on his face.

But Song Yi didn't even look at him in his eyes, but worriedly looked at the two women tied to the two pillars in the square. Around the pillars were piles of wooden firewood. There was no doubt that the shining on the wood was lamp oil, and standing on the edge of the wooden was the man in black holding torches...

"Zhao Liang, I didn't expect it to be you. I thought you were a man..." Song Yi said to Zhao Liang with a gloomy face.

"Hehehe... Were you a man when you were so despicable to me? Now no matter what, you choose a way, you die or they? Zhao Liang walked arrogantly in front of Song Yi and smiled.

"I'm surprised. Why do you have the courage to go to Songyue Pavilion to rob people? Aren't you afraid that Zheng Hu will be angry?" Song Yi asked coldly.

Zhao Liang narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Actually, I'm also embarrassed, but fortunately someone gave me an idea, so that I can attract Zheng Hu and avenge you..."

Song Yi sneered, "That's true. With your brain, how can you come up with such an idea!"

"Are you begging for death?" Zhao Liang asked with a grim face.

"You want to kill me... But do you already know my identity?" Song Yi asked coldly.

Zhao Liang laughed. After laughing, he stared at Song Yi with a sarcastic face and said, "Tut... It is said that people will be stupid before they die. Isn't this way to save themselves with their identity too stupid? Do you think I will be afraid of you?"

Song Yi looked at Zhao Liang, then turned his head and glanced at the large number of people in black in the square. He said coldly to Zhao Liang, "Your surname is Zhao, are you really determined to fight against your family?"

Zhao Liang was about to ask Song Yi what he meant, but he heard a wave of footsteps behind the crowd, and his face suddenly became slightly happy. Then he turned around and looked over. Song Yi also looked over suspiciously...