Chapter 46 It's going to rain
This is a masterless grave in the unparalleled city, with trees and rampant foxes and dogs, and it is rare to see one. Not to mention that in this dark night, even grass insects dare not sing. Only some green ghost fires flowed with the cold wind in the middle of the deserted graves and low mountains.
Shasha... What's horrible is that several jumping zombies are crossing the one-high weeds, and the sound makes people chill from the bottom of their hearts.
"It's here." A strange sound sounded in the depths of the messy grave.
"Oh, oh..." A few screams sounded, and the zombies actually collapsed on the ground. It turned out that those zombies were not real zombies, but several assassins in black brought out by the vague figure from the Wushuang Inn. And the person who controlled them was the disappeared Han Feng, who controlled these assassins with volley photography and strong mental strength.
Although the assassins in black who fell to the ground were taken off, they did not dare to escape. Because they know that the martial arts of the figure in front of them are not at the same level as them, and everything is futile. If they risk running away, the other party has 99 ways to kill them.
Han Feng's strange voice sounded. I don't want to know who you are. I just want to know who instructed you? Within five numbers, or they will all die. His voice has a strange magic that makes people unable to resist at all.
"One, two..."
"Senior, spare my life, he is the general manager of Hu Che in Wuhuang City... We only do it for silver... It doesn't matter..." Unexpectedly, without any effort, Han Feng knew that their master and messengers.
"Why?"
"We only make money for killing people... I really don't know anything else..."
Han Feng didn't look like lying when he saw several people. Then I didn't ask any more questions.
"I don't know how many people you have killed?" There is a faint evil spirit in Han Feng's words.
"Senior, spare your life, we also want to make a living..." Several people begged, and the demon who usually killed people kowtowed like garlic. These people are indeed not good things. The innocent people who died in their hands are all beasts who recognize money and don't recognize people.
"Ah! ..." There were a few howls, and several people were already paralyzed there. A figure shot away. I said I wouldn't kill you, but I didn't say that I wouldn't waste your efforts. Han Feng whispered. However, without martial arts, the enemies these people usually make will come to the door immediately, and I'm afraid that the probability of these villains will save their lives is zero percent.
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Duan Mufang, the owner of Wuhuang City, is sitting in the lobby of the city owner's mansion. A national face was twisted out of the water. Several stews in the city owner's mansion stood down under the steps a few steps away, and they didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere.
Duanmufang, as the eldest apprentice of Duanmu Chui, the head of Xiling Wuyuan, has been arranging martial arts on the lion slope outside the city these days. I heard the news and came back temporarily.
"Is there no movement?" The low voice of Duanmu echoed in the carved lobby.
The steward in blue under the steps whispered, "I heard from the family in the back hall that there was a strange wind last night. There was wind all year round in Xiling, so I didn't care too much, but the wind was very abrupt. Originally, the weather was dry and there was no wind, but suddenly there was a gust of wind. There is no sound from the crickets crying inside.
"Is that all?" Duanmufang frowned. No one in the city owner's mansion has two brushes, including the maid, and the servant is also a trainer. He didn't expect such a thing to happen. It seems that the person who entered the house must be an extraordinary person.
The steward in blue thought for a moment and continued to say, "Last night's coldness seemed to be particularly miserable. Several mastiff dogs in the house seemed to be afraid of something and dared not come out of their nests..."
Duan Mufang listened to those endless words and couldn't catch any useful clues, and couldn't help but be upset. The gloom in my eyes is deeper.
"Oh, by the way, a line of words was written with King Kong's finger on the body hanging by General Hu?"
"Oh, what word?" Duan Mufang's eyes lit up.
"It seems that 'if people don't know, unless you don't do it', at first we thought someone was looking for revenge, but when we saw those words, we felt that it was not. The assassin seemed to know something and was warning." The stewman in blue said.
Duan Mufang didn't say anything. Obviously, he fell into meditation. His face was cloudy and clear, as if a flashing computer screen.
He suddenly asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Hu's death?"
The stewer in blue had a restless look on his expression and seemed to be a little uncertain.
"When he found General Manager Hu at that time, he was hanging on the old locust tree in the back garden, like..." He wanted to say it like a big fat pig hanging, but how could he say it? Therefore, he turned around and said, "General Hu didn't have any scars on his body. His clothes were neat, but... just his face was one A piece of blue and white, as if he saw something terrible and was extremely frightened..." He remembered that he had just seen Director Hu hanging from the tree. A blue and white fat face had been twisted and deformed, filled with breath. The pupils in the blisters' eyes were wide open, and his fat mouth was open, as if he wanted to say something to people... Although He was not an easy person to be the stew of the unparalleled city, but a chill still rose uncontrollably from his heel and couldn't help fighting a cold war.
Duanmufang's thick eyebrows squeezed into one place, and the Sichuan characters in the heart of the eyebrows were like a thin and thin gold book. An ominous foreboding sounded in my heart. He suddenly said in a harsh tone, "This is the end of this matter. No one should tell anyone. The house should strictly seal the news about this matter..."
"What would people say if they asked General Manager Hu?" A man in blue asked carefully.
"It is said that General Manager Hu received the task and went to the branch to do business."
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The main mansion of Wuhuang City.
In an inconspicuous remote room, a voice came out: "The situation has changed and the plan is terminated."
The ordinary man in black standing outside the screen didn't ask anything. Even the expression on his face did not hesitate, and he whispered. Those poisons will be destroyed immediately, and no one who knows the inside story, including those invited from outside, is allowed to stay.
"Yes." The expressionless man in black answered.
"To be clean and neat, don't give it to people, especially let the other three martial arts institutions find out any clues."
The ordinary man in black answered again, turned around and walked outside, and walked to the dark shadow of the trees outside the eaves in an instant. A few inaudible sighs sounded, and then returned to a dead silence.
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The eighth day of September.
Lion Slope.
Deep valleys, tall buildings, huge platforms, butterflies around flowers, weaving crowds... This was originally a tourist resort in the unparalleled city, but now it has become a place where a grand event is held. This grand event is the ten-year martial arts competition of the four most famous martial arts institutes of the Xuanhuang Dynasty.
Four martial arts institutes: Qingcheng martial arts academy, Xiling martial arts academy, Shenlong martial arts academy, Baiyun martial arts academy. Each of them is the leader of the party today.
Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy, Murong Qingmu, the owner of the Academy, and the Qingcheng swordsmanship are the best in history, but no one has seen him take action, and others are unknown...
Baiyun Martial Arts Academy, Li Qingxian, the head of the courtyard, is said to have entered the realm of white clouds alone, and other unknown...
The Dragon Martial Arts Academy, the owner of Dongfang Xiaoyun, no one has seen him, and his martial arts skills are unknown...
The above three martial arts institutes are all named after the township magic skills of this martial arts court, only the Xiling martial arts academy is different. Xiling Martial Arts Academy, the owner of the Academy, is full of thunder magic skills, which is invincible, and is known as the most domineering kung fu in the world. Of course, these martial arts institutes are only the tip of the iceberg exposed on the surface, and the youngest of these martial arts institutes has a first time. The background of every martial arts academy is not humane.
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This is a grand building on the lion slope. The huge columns supporting it are wet. An old man with vicissitudes are wandering in it. He muttered to himself: "The ancients used to say that the foundation is about to rain, and a storm is coming." Looking up, a lead-colored cloud is coming.