Chapter 452 Bloodthirsty Desire
Ma Ran saw that Huangfu Yuran was threatened and didn't care about the danger. He cried and took the scar man's hand and said, "Don't embarrass him. He is not from our family... No..."
"Yo... the little girl is reluctant to be in love? Get out of here. You can't take care of what I want to do!" Looking back, he slapped Ma Ran in the face, knocked him back a few steps, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
When I turned around again, I saw an ingot of fifty taels of silver in front of me. Huangfu Yuran reached out and handed the silver to the scar man and said lightly, "Take the silver, get out of here..." After saying that, he turned his head inside and stopped looking at the scar man.
Scar men were originally here to collect money, but now they see that there is no reason why they don't want money. He reached out and grabbed the silver in Huangfu Yuran's hand and said viciously, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Are you afraid? What are you afraid of doing? You are here to ask for money, not to die!" Huangfu Yuran did not turn his head. He didn't want people to see his slowly red eyes, and no one dared to do this in front of him.
The scar man laughed and turned out: "Haha, I like people like your character, old man. You are lucky today. Get ready early next month!" With that, he took someone away.
"Why!" Ma Yu sighed softly and wanted to say that there was no need to give that kind of money.
Huangfu Yuran asked in a low voice, "Who is that person? What do you do?" Huangfu Yuran is now holding back, and the sudden desire to kill in his mind makes Huangfu Yuran a little uncontrollable.
Ma Ran's trembling hand stroked his swollen cheeks and the corners of his bleeding mouth, and whispered, "Scar Seven, no one knows his real name, only that he is the seventh head of the Qinghu Gang. Fishermen in this area are afraid of him like snakes and scorpions.
Huh? Does it make him so arrogant? Is there no one in charge?" Huangfu Yuran has turned over and took out a blood-red token and secretly entered Zhenyuan into the token. It's inconvenient for me now, but there are always people who are convenient!
Hearing Huangfu Yuran's words, Ma Yu couldn't help sighing and said, "Gang? Who dares to control it? The Qinghu Gang is the largest gang in the Qinhuai River. There are not only thousands of gangs, but also the government supporting them. I heard that there are practitioners behind them.
"Zhao Xin, did you hear that?" Huangfu Yuran suddenly said such an endless sentence, which shocked Ma Yu.
As soon as Huangfu Yuran's voice fell, a dark shadow appeared in the room, and the dark shadow gradually became clear, revealing Zhao Xin's strong and resolute sides. After Zhao Xin came out, he frowned and looked at Huangfu Yuran's back lying on ** and said, "Why did you get hurt like this? Zhenyuan was almost imperceptible. If I hadn't been patrolling, I wouldn't have found your call. What's going on?
Huangfu Yuran did not look back, but waved his hand and said, "It's a long story. Did you hear what we said just now? Help me shovel out the Qinghu Gang, remember... don't leave any one!"
Zhao Xin said oh, but turned his head and said, "Qinghu helps those people... are not practitioners, right? There are rules for practitioners, and they can't..."
"Don't talk nonsense, you are not from the world of cultivation now. When did the set of cultivation world spread to your underworld? Don't tell me you don't know where they are!" Huangfu Yuran turned his body and closed his eyes.
Zhao Xin nodded and slowly disappeared. Finally, he said, "Wait for me. When I come back, you have to tell me what happened." After saying that, it completely disappeared into the room.
Ma Yu has seen the flying man, but Ma Yu has never seen such a traceless person, and now he has been completely stunned. Ma Ran beside him was not very shocked, because he saw a lot of strange things when he went out with Huangfu Yuran.
After a long time, Ma Yu came to her senses and pulled Ma Ran out. As she walked, she said, "Woman, let's go cook and let Feiyu be quiet alone." Ma Yu also saw that Huangfu Yuran was not calm now.
When night falls, the sky is surprisingly dark with dark clouds. This strange darkness seems to explain the melody of death.
In the general altar of the Qinghu Gang, the bright bonfire reflected any corner like day. Everyone was drinking happily without feeling that death was slowly approaching.
Zhao Xin has been following Scar Seven and others around until it was dark before he took his little brother back to the base, where the brothers were still waiting for him to triumph and drink and eat meat.
The door was pushed open, and Scar Seven came in with a smile. The group of little brothers behind him also smiled. It seemed that today's harvest was not bad. But the whole yard became quiet at this moment, looking behind Scar Seven and others with frightened eyes.
Scar seven shrugged his eyebrows and shouted, "What? Aren't you happy to see me come back? Or did you leave no wine for me?"
The middle-aged man sitting on the Taishi chair facing the door shook his head, stretched out his finger behind the scar seven and shouted in a low voice, "Lao Qi, why did you bring outsiders to the general hall? Don't you know that this is against our rules?"
"No, brother, how can I take an outsider..." Scar Seven thought that the eldest brother was joking. As he spoke, he turned around and looked behind him. When he saw Zhao Xin suspended behind him, what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat and could not be said.
Yes, at this time, Zhao Xin was floating behind Scar Seven, one foot away from the ground, and there was a strong black fog on his face. The black armor is also emitting black light, and the whole person looks like a bloodthirsty demon from the abyss.
When did Scar Seven see this battle? He was so scared that he stepped back several steps. Gu Dong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?" What are you doing with us? After asking, I regret it. It's definitely not a good thing for this person to suddenly appear here.
Zhao Xin shook his body gently and said quietly, "I am the envoy of the underworld. When I came in, I lacked some bitterness in the underworld. I was ordered to come and take you back! Why don't you just lead your neck and kill it? Do you still have to bother to do it?"
"Hmm! Pretling to be a ghost! Brothers, give me up and chop this arrogant man and feed the dog!" After all, the boss still has to have the style of the boss. Although he feels afraid, he can't show it in front of his brothers.
Zhao Xin disappeared in a flash. When he appeared again, there was already a dark long gun in his hand, and a black light brushed the long gun and pierced the eldest brother's chest. As soon as the wrist shook, the person penetrated by the long gun was suddenly blown to pieces.
Zhao Xin's hand shocked everyone, and no one doubted what Zhao Xin said. After a moment of silence, they screamed in horror and ran away.
It's just that in front of Zhao Xin, a true practice, their running speed is not enough. Zhao Xin kept at his feet, and his figure kept flashing behind the running person. Before he could shout, he wore one by one, and then rushed to the next target without any pause.
It's just that there are too many people here, and they run in different directions. Someone escaped Zhao Xin and floated directly into the air, and the long gun waved into a circle in the air. A vast Zhenyuan spewed out of Zhao Xin, shook his hand to the ground and shouted coldly, "Everything is nothing!"
The ripples formed by a circle of Zhenyuan, centered on Zhao Xin and instantly spread around. In a moment, the whole Qinghu Gang has been included. Strangely, this Zhenyuan has not spread beyond the scope of the Qinghu Gang.
Under the impact of this Zhenyuan, everything began to be smashed, and it was thought that it was generalized into powder by countless blades. Under the call of this death, no one can escape the fate of being stirred into powder.
In a moment, the whole Qinghu Gang became a purgatory-like existence, screaming one after another in the wind for a long time. On this dark night, like the wailing of evil spirits, it made everyone feel cold, but no one dared to go out and take a look.
Similarly, such true element fluctuations naturally attracted the attention of practitioners, and even Leng Lingxue, who was looking for Huangfu Yuran, felt this evil true element fluctuation. He frowned slightly, turned around and galloped in the direction sent by Zhenyuan. Zhao Xin's Zhenyuan Leng Lingxue still knew that it was convenient for Huangfu Yuran to find Zhao Xin's news.
"Woman, are you looking for someone?" A slightly old voice came from the place where Leng Lingxue had just stood. Leng Lingxue stopped in an instant, turned around and looked at the old man who appeared without any signs and asked, "Who are you?"
The old man stretched out his hand and stroked his white beard. Instead of answering Leng Lingxue's words, he said lightly, "The person you are looking for is now on the banks of the Qinhuai River. He is now injured. You should go and support him quickly." After saying that, he disappeared as if he had come.
Leng Lingxue did not consider who the old man was. She only cared about the safety of Huangfu Yuran. The old man actually said that Huangfu Yuran was in danger, so she had to rush there quickly. As for where the Qinhuai River is, there is no need to deliberately distinguish the direction. Since Zhao Xin came out, he must have been called by Huangfu Yuran.
After Zhao Xin destroyed the whole Qinghu Gang with one move, he quietly disappeared in mid-air. After a long time, where Zhao Xin disappeared, there have been dozens of practitioners and dozens of practitioners whose cultivation is no less than Zhao Xin.
After staying in mid-air for a long time, they sighed and turned around and flew away. The breath here does not belong to the cultivation world at all. The eroded true element can only be possessed by the legendary underworld. Since the underworld intervened in this matter, even the practitioners who supported Qinghu began to be terrified.