purgatory artist

Chapter 446 Persecution
long street.

In the rain, a dead body lay on the ground.

The surrounding area has been cleared.

The three old men walked out of the Wumeng building like stars holding the moon, and slowly arrived in front of the corpse.

They looked at the corpse on the ground.

"Have you found out, who killed our people?" said an old man on crutches.

"The killers of the Dark Sword Hall." An official said respectfully.

"Do they want to die?" Another old man asked with narrowed eyes.

"The original target should not be Mr. Zuo, maybe something went wrong." Another official whispered.

Everyone's eyes flickered, and their faces were a little unnatural.

What will happen today?
The three great figures already knew it well.

Unexpectedly, things like this happened in a sudden turn of events.

—but why?

The gold bar was brought up.

The eight small characters of "Engong Zuo's family, Yibo Yuntian" shone with golden light.

The No.3 old man coughed for a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "Who can tell me what this sentence means?"

A shrewd and capable official stepped forward and saluted, and said: "I have found out, people from Blood Heart Flow Martial Arts came to look for Mr. Zuo today."

"Their survival test has been taken care of by Mr. Zuo."

"Master Zuo even used his seal to sign the form allowing them to close the museum."

"In the end Master Zuo personally came out from the building to face the killers, and then—"

"Unfortunately killed."

The three old men fell silent.

The surrounding people also fell into silence.

Does this Zuo really have a sense of righteousness, and doesn't want to see Xue Xinliu being squeezed out, encircled, and wiped out by other martial arts schools?
"It's a joke, I don't believe it—" the old man with narrowed eyes said coldly.

He was about to say something more, when suddenly, a communicator rang from the corpse.

Everyone's face changed slightly.

Who is calling at this hour?

This is a very crucial clue!

An official came out and reported: "My lords, I am the correspondent of the technical department, I wonder if I can—"

"Quick!" The coughing old man urged.

"Yes, my lord."

The official squatted down and carefully took out the communicator from the corpse's pocket.

"One place is broken, but it's easy to fix."

He took out the tool, quickly opened the phone, and reinstalled a certain component inside.

Then he pressed the answer button.

beep - beep - beep -

Amidst the sound of wind and rain, a proud voice sounded from the loudspeaker: "The damned person is dead, please tell us now, where is the female martial artist of the Blood Heart school hiding?"

Everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Killed an official of the Martial League, and then openly asked about the whereabouts of a Martial Artist.

Is this a public threat to the entire martial arts alliance?

When did even assassination become so aboveboard?

That's right, you've done a lot of work, but no one will allow you to kill officials!

Do you really think that the Wumeng is your slave for money?

In the communicator, the voice didn't get a response for a long time, as if sensing something was wrong, he quickly hung up.

Silent.

For the first time in countless years, the Wumeng was threatened in public.

Not only killed an official, but also directly asked about the whereabouts of other martial artists.

This is simply a slap in the face that has never been seen before.

The old man leaning on crutches said slowly: "Those martial arts gyms and killers seem to have forgotten what the martial arts league is for."

The old man with narrowed eyes said, "Yeah, I really want to turn the world upside down."

The coughing old man looked around, only to see that the faces of his subordinates were more or less angry.

He thought for a while, and said: "Although there are some doubts, the most urgent thing is to erase that dark sword hall, and execute those who did it in public, so as to serve as an example to others."

"agree."

"Then clear the dark sword hall first, and at the same time unravel the cocoons to figure out the whole thing."

"Where's that little martial artist from the Blood Heart school?"

"Since Xiao Zuo is helping her with his own life, let her live well, after all..."

"Even if she has any suspicions, she can't get out of our hands."

The three old men quickly settled the matter.

……

the other side.

Liu Ping posted the closing notice on the gate of the martial arts hall.

Almost instantly, lines of burning small characters jumped out:

"You posted a closing notice."

"The martial arts school of the blood heart school will not accept any challenges for a period of time in the future."

"The martial arts school of the blood heart school will not be able to lose the plaque."

"You completed the task."

"Although you don't have any spiritual power, you are recognized by the current era."

"You are qualified to be more involved in the affairs of the current world."

"From now on, you can receive tasks related to 'Spirit'."

"Publish task:"

"The return of the Holy Spirit!"

"illustrate:"

"When the time is right, Andrea will hide as an ordinary world spirit and appear in the current era."

"Please be patient and wait for that moment to arise."

All the fine print flashed by.

Chu Yunshang's voice full of emotion came from behind: "Unexpectedly, you can help me with money, even helped me pass the assessment, and even won the time to close the library-what should I say, thank you words Said, always feel too ordinary."

"You're welcome, we warriors don't need to care about worldly etiquette, as long as we recognize each other." Liu Ping smiled.

Chu Yunshang thought for a moment, and said: "The martial arts hall has been closed, what should we do now?"

"The martial arts hall is closed because your friend passed away. We are going to worship and do something for those lonely, old and weak civilians - we must really do these things, so that people can't find fault." Liu Ping road.

"Okay, in this process, I will teach you the method of controlling the spirit of Blood Heart Flow." Chu Yunshang said.

Liu Ping nodded.

The two locked the door of the martial arts hall, turned around and were about to leave.

But I saw many people gradually approaching on both sides of the street.

These people were wearing all kinds of martial arts uniforms, and they were all black, blocking the way to the outside.

They stared at Chu Yunshang covetously.

"Call the police." Liu Ping whispered.

"Okay." Chu Yunshang froze for a moment, quickly took out the communicator, and started to make calls.

Taking advantage of this moment, Liu Ping stood up, stood in front of Chu Yunshang and said:
"I'm sorry, we have closed the museum and do not accept any challenge - this is something that the Wumeng has already recognized."

A burly middle-aged man came out more and more, and said in a deep voice: "Closed? I think you are afraid of accepting the challenge."

He looked past Liu Ping, stared at Chu Yunshang and said, "As a martial artist, you find various reasons to avoid fighting, Chu Yunshang, what qualifications do you have to be a martial artist?"

Chu Yunshang's eyes sharpened, and she came out from behind Liu Ping and said, "Zhao Zixiao, I have the guts to sign the life and death letter! I will fight with you, and I will never die!"

The man named Zhao Zixiao snorted softly: "We have no enmity, just want to compete with your martial arts school, but you are going to run away?"

"Yeah, even the martial arts hall is closed."

"You're as timid as a mouse."

"What kind of martial artist are you still doing? Just go back and get married."

Everyone talked in a hurry.

As soon as Chu Yunshang gritted her teeth, she clenched her fist and was about to act, but was held down by one hand.

Liu Ping.

Chu Yunshang said angrily: "Let go of me, this is the dignity of warriors, I won't allow them—"

Liu Ping patted her on the shoulder and said, "Do you believe me?"

"Yes, but—"

"You are only suitable for martial arts, leave this to me."

"But--"

"Don't worry, we have always been warriors, I guarantee that no one will dare to say anything about you later."

Liu Ping'an caressed Chu Yunshang, and pulled her behind him again.

He clasped his fists around and said, "Everyone."

"My boxer is going to pay homage to his friend because of his death, and he is going to do a charity."

"Take advantage of this time to pick things up. In fact, there is no such reason in Jianghu."

"If it's really possible to act like this, next time when you are sick or someone in your family dies, we will also challenge you when the museum is closed. What do you think?"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Boy, who are you? People who are not of the Blood Heart School have no place for you to speak."

Liu Ping smiled and said, "Yunshang."

"He is a disciple of my school—"

Chu Yunshang took a look at Liu Ping, and felt that judging from what he had done recently, he could not be his master with peace of mind, so he hesitated and said:

"I have accepted an apprentice on behalf of my teacher, and I have accepted him into my blood heart sect. He is a contemporary disciple and ranks second."

The middle-aged man grinned and said, "Very well, I didn't expect that there would be one more person in your school. I'm afraid he is also like you. He can only speak majesticly, and he can't even fight."

Liu Ping said with a smile: "It's true that I haven't mastered the power of the spirit, but when your family dies and you close the museum to thank guests, I will definitely beat you to death in front of your father's grave."

"Boy looking for death!"

The middle-aged man was furious, rushed across the sky in an instant, and punched Liu Ping.

Suddenly there was a voice from the street outside:
"Stop! Who is fighting and causing trouble here!"

(End of this chapter)