Chapter 24 Prelude

Night is as black as ink.

Night is as quiet as water.

The cold air makes people dare not breathe, and the cold wind hiss like a knife, like a lonely ghost howling in the middle of the night.

A little blood red, suddenly in the dark ink-like night, a blood-red word 'kill' emerged out of thin air. It floated with the wind and slowly wandered like a ghost fire, which was indescribably strange in the black night.

seems to float slowly, but every time it flashes, it strangely appears in another place. After several flashes, it completely disappears in this space.

In an inn, the store has been abroad for a long time. The whole inn is dark, and the guests also fall asleep early.

But on the balcony of the inn, the old man wanted to stand like a dead body, and his eyelids would not blink even if the cold wind blew on his face.

Yes, this person is Muto. He sent the four people to the Chu family to find out how he could be at ease, so he was waiting for the four to come back. He didn't want any accident.

Suddenly, the red light in the space flashed, and a strange word 'kill' appeared in the night, flashing, as if it was telling something.

Muto, who stood like a zombie, was moved in an instant. His face smiled with satisfaction, gently raised his hand, and his fingers pointed to the blood-red word 'kill'.

The blood-red word 'kill' seemed to have found the owner and came to the old man in an instant.

"Peng!"

With a soft sound, the blood-red word 'kill' exploded, turned into a blood fog, and gathered points. Finally, rows of subtitles appeared on the old man's palm.

"Chu Hong's nine-level peak martial artist, there are no other masters."

After reading a few simple words, the handwriting slowly melted into blurred blood stains and remained in the hands of the old man.

"I won't let you die in vain." The old man's hand clenched in an instant, emitting a trace of white smoke, and the blood completely disappeared from his hand.

"Chu Hong, your Chu family has come to an end." Muto shouted and turned around and disappeared into the night. No one knew.

Since the death of all four killers, Chu Hong went straight to his study. Chu Hao and other three teenagers looked at each other and followed.

All the people in the Chu family have left, and only Chu Hong stayed at home to take charge of the overall situation. Now there are only these three people in the direct line.

Gently opened a crack, and Chu Hao saw Chu Hong sitting beside the table with sad eyebrows.

"Come in!" Chu Hong said calmly.

"Big uncle, that killer is dead, why don't you care?" As soon as Chu Hao came in, he asked his doubts.

"Ha ha, Haozi, you are not young. You should learn to think. Don't you understand?" Chu Hong said earnestly, completely in an educational tone.

"Chu Hao really can't figure it out." Chu Hao said seriously.

"Ha ha, you all come here. Sooner or later, the Chu family will have the control of your generation. I will teach you how to control this family in the future." Chu Hong asked the three people to sit down and began to say, "It's just because I can't ask anything."

"How do you know?" Chu Zhuang couldn't calm down and took the lead in asking.

"I was killed in three companions one after another, and I forced him with such a great momentum. He refused to say anything. Do you think he is an ordinary killer?" Chu Hong asked the three people.

"No." The three said in one voice.

"Since it's not an ordinary killer, who is the killer who drinks us for the festival?" Chu Hong guided the three teenagers step by step.

"Blood Kill Alliance." Chu Hao suddenly woke up.

"Yes, although the killer refused to say anything, I don't think there is any idleness of the killer organization to come to my Chu's house secretly except for the Blood Killing Alliance, so I called the killer to die." Chu Hong said slowly and said why he dealt with it like that at that time.

"Duncle, did you kill him?" Chu Zhuang asked inexplicably.

"Yes, I broke all his nerves." Chu Hong trembled with ten fingers and said in a hateful voice.

"Big uncle" Chu Hao found that there was something wrong with Chu Hong's mood and whispered.

"Ye." Chu Hong looked at Chu Hao.

"I know that uncle is so cruel because of the relationship of the third brother, but uncle hates and hurts his body. You have to control it." Chu Hao seemed to understand Chu Hong's mind and said with concern.

"Ha ha, it's okay. Chu Tong, why haven't you been talking and thinking about something? Chu Hong suddenly noticed that he was the shy teenager in blue. He was the most mysterious figure in the Chu family. Chu Tu's son, Chu Hong's third brother, had never returned home for 17 years. No one had gone anywhere. Everyone suspected that he was dead, and Chu Hong simply claimed that he was dead. Without his father*, Chu Tong developed such a shy personality.

"Big uncle, I'm thinking that the Blood Killing League won't be so stupid to send a few people to die." Chu Tongyu is amazing and endless.

Chu Hong's face changed, and he was thinking about this problem, but the 17-year-old boy could think of so far, which immediately impressed Chu Hong.

"Good! You are all the future of the Chu family. It seems that God bless you, and the world of my Chu family is destined to return. Chu Hong sighed.

"What do you mean, uncle?" Chu Hao asked.

"Ha ha, nothing, uncle is happy! You all go back to rest. Uncle has something else to do. Go back." Chu Hong patted the three little guys on the shoulder and issued an expulsion order.

"Big uncle also rest early." All three understood and turned around and left.

After the three left, the room was empty. Chu Hong looked up at the roof and thought seriously.

In the valley, Chu Yang is practicing. Wild ghosts and white ape have already gone to bed, but Chu Yang has now practiced to the critical moment of the seventh level. There is no room for any carelessness, so he has not slept this night.

Chu Yang's face was shining, like a bronze mirror reflecting the sun. He sat cross-legged, put his hands on his ankles, and devoted himself to the operation of the method.

The pure power of fire slowly swims through specific meridians and constantly burns the impurities in the meridians, making the meridians wider and more unimpeded.

Chuyang's cultivation speed is surprisingly fast and has left the imagination of wild ghosts. In the past two months, wild ghosts have been numb. He feels that nothing is impossible to happen to Chu Yang. He is a freak. Practicing Jiuyang Xuangong is as easy as drinking water. He has lived for nearly 100 years, but such a freak It was the first time he saw it. If he hadn't seen it himself, he would have killed him.

Not to mention wild ghosts, even Chuyang himself can't believe it. As long as he practices a certain level of Jiuyang Xuangong, he will naturally practice it. Even he himself is inexplicably wonderful. It's too easy to sigh.

The power of fire slowly advances in the meridians, moistening the meridians while removing the impurities of the veins. Chu Yang tried his best to control the power of fire just right. Unconsciously, a dense layer of sweat has oozed from his forehead.

In fact, the reason why Chuyang cultivates so fast is that his meridians are all connected. If you add the body's meridians to a water pipe, then ordinary people's meridians are like freezing water pipes, while Chu Yang does not have a trace of blocked water pipes. At the same time, who do you say is faster?

In the same way, Chu Yang's power of fire does not need to break away those blocking impurities at all. He doesn't have it at all. He just needs to extend the power of fire to a specific meridians and practice it. If the speed is not fast, unless Chu Yang is mentally retarded. Is he? Can he solve Taru's two problems on his own? Can he calculate the nine palaces, is he? The answer is not only no, but also this guy is particularly smart, so he can practice so fast.

The night slowly retreated, and a new day was coming. When there was a faint red light on the day, Chu Yang, who had sat all night, slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a turbid breath, and rose up.

"Master" Chu Yang shouted.

"The seventh floor has been practiced again." The wild ghost was already immune to this and asked calmly.

"Ye, it took a night to run for a week. It's really slow." Chu Yang sighed.

The wild ghost twitched fiercely and didn't say anything after all. This is God's will. He is so unique. Don't be jealous. Jealous will only look stingy.

The wild ghost also got up, looked at the bright sky, turned around and smiled, "Ky, there is nothing to teach you as a teacher, so let the teacher teach you a trick in the end."