Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

Four cultivators of the same rank are facing the previous one, what suspense is there in such a fight?

As soon as he got his hands on it, Chu Hanyang was powerless to resist, and was beaten to the ground by the talismans of the four, and Gululu rolled down from the eaves, splashing muddy water on the ground.

The people in this house shrank one by one, not daring to move, let alone go forward to see what happened.

"Pfft~~~"

He was seriously injured and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He tried to get up on the ground, but soon lay down again, but a big foot stomped on his chest, almost suffocating him.

"What do you guys really think...what do you want to do?" he asked breathlessly.

The other party didn't solve him immediately, it must be a conspiracy. Thousands of possibilities flashed through his mind, but he couldn't find a suitable reason.

He is just a very ordinary disciple of the Divine Spirit Sect, and his cultivation is only at the Sea Spirit rank. There are not one thousand disciples in the sect, but eight hundred such disciples.

Although he didn't know why, he was treated differently by the head Yanjia and was promoted to the number one disciple of the Divine Spirit Sect. But in fact, for a very low-level elixir, he, like everyone else, needs to complete a task to obtain it.

In such a position, he did not get any benefits. On the contrary, he would encounter some inexplicable disasters from time to time. The exclusion of his peers is a good proof.

For example, at this moment, he was thinking with his toes, and he knew that these people must have come for his identity. After all, many things in the Divine Spirit Sect, his first brother knows everything.

The man in black, who was stepping on his chest, deliberately exerted a little more force, and when he saw another mouthful of old blood spurting out of Chu Hanyang's mouth, he asked coldly, "Say, the treasure of the sect of the Divine Spirit Sect. ——Is the woven gold and cloud pattern bag in your hands?"

"No...in! I...I, I have...no...get up!" Chu Hanyang endured the pain and said word by word.

He really didn't, and he didn't hide anything.

At the beginning, this treasure was stolen by a girl from the Wan family. He took someone to chase it, and then he took the person back, but this treasure was missing, and he couldn't find it.

At this time, when these people found him, he was really angry, and he didn't know where the other party heard this information? Thinking of this, he wished he could find out the person who tipped off the news and smashed his body into pieces.

He gritted his teeth and grinded his back teeth, 10,000 kinds of torture bred in his heart.

Back then, because he only caught Wan Ying and didn't find the kit, he was thrown into the Discipline Hall by the head Yan Jia and cleaned up.

He accepted all kinds of brutal torture. What dripping stone wears, peeling skin cramps, how pain comes. Fortunately, his vitality was tenacious. Even so, he was not killed and survived.

However, this catastrophe eventually caused permanent damage to him. His most important meridian was completely cut off.

But how could these men in black believe that the man who stepped on him leaned over and gave him a slap, "Bastard, ask you again, where is the thing? Did you take it? Give it to me, and we'll spare you. It's your dog's life."

"No! You just killed me, and nothing is on me."

"At the beginning, this thing was lost in Wan Ying's hands. This little girl from Wanjia's lights is so courageous. I don't need to explain it. It's useless for a few to find me."

He wanted to throw the pot to the woman who made him miserable, but the person in front of him didn't seem to be satisfied with the answer.

"Clap!" came the sound, and the man who stepped on him slapped him twice with his backhand.

"Pfft..."

The two canine teeth spurted out along with the blood, and Chu Hanyang's face was swollen like a pig's head, but he could only swallow all his unwillingness and try to excuse himself.

"What I said is true. That kit is a waste, and no one can open it. To be honest with you, I have tried it in front of everyone's eyes. Go to the Divine Spirit Sect and ask about it, and you will know that what you said is true."

"I'm holding something useless, and there's no reason to think it's more important than my life. I really don't have one!"

"Humph!" The man in black pinched his chin fiercely, "Chu, don't deny it, that girl from the Wan family, we've already tested it, and it's really not on her."

"Now it is your turn!"

"What do you want?" Chu Hanyang didn't know how the other party tested, and his eyes were a little panic.

While speaking, the man in black gave his accomplice a wink. The accomplice understood, took out a small porcelain bottle, and shook it in front of Chu Hanyang maliciously.

Chu Hanyang's chin was pinched so tightly that he couldn't escape. A mouthful of medicinal powder stuck in his throat, almost choking him to death.

"Cough cough cough..."

He squeezed his neck hard, struggling uncomfortably, "Water...Give me some water..."

No one paid attention to him, just like watching a clown, letting him roll on the ground in discomfort. After this situation continued for a cup of tea, Chu Hanyang lay motionless on the ground, as if he was dead.

A man in black held his neck, pulled him up, and asked urgently, "Come on, where is the kit?"

"I...no...I...yeah...you..."

At this time, Chu Hanyang's eyes were dull and lacking in expression, and he responded in such an empty manner, even his speech was incoherent, and his consciousness was completely lost.

"Alas! The medicine is a little too strong! It's annoying! I can't control the amount."

It was one of the men in black who was speaking, and he was holding a small porcelain bottle in his hand. Obviously, he was the one who fed the medicine just now.

"Shut up! No one wants to hear you!"

The remaining accomplices all scolded.

The man in black who was holding Chu Hanyang seemed to have known for a long time that this was going to happen. He didn't even look at him, and continued to ask without delay, "Tell me, where is the kit?"

"Brilliant bag... oh... at... um..."

As the efficacy of the medicine dissipated, Chu Hanyang's consciousness seemed to have recovered a little, but he was still unable to answer the question accurately.

The man in black asked three times, at least seven or eight times, and finally got the answer he wanted.

"No, the kit... was lost at the north gate of Lingbo City. At that time... it was snowing heavily in the sky, and my vision was limited. My colleague and I searched for a long time and couldn't find it, thinking that it was hidden by the girl from the Wan family. "

"As a result, we took Wan Ying back. The thing was not on her, but she lost it on the spot."

"At that time, apart from a few of my classmates, there was only one beggar passing by. We sent someone later to find the beggar, but that person has disappeared in Lingbo City, and he doesn't know where to go."

Chu Hanyang was like a puppet, explaining everything without fail.

"Bah, trash! After working for a long time, I've actually made a stinky beggar cheaper!"

The man in black was very dissatisfied with such a result. He raised his knee and pushed Chu Hanyang's abdomen, causing him to faint.

Even so, he didn't intend to let him go. He jumped up on the roof like dragging a dead dog and dragged Chu Hanyang away from the house.

The people in the mansion emerged from the shadows one by one, and faced with the mess in this place, they were unable to speak for a long time.

It is said that at this time, in the Wanjia mansion thousands of miles away, Wan Ying, the always arrogant and arrogant girl of Wanjia, looked at herself in the mirror like a pickled eggplant.

Her face was still the same face, but her skin that was originally fair and tender was now black and wrinkled, and she looked like a miner in a coal kiln, which had not been washed for several years.

His hair was dry and knotted, not to mention the lack of luster in the past, as if it had been bitten by a wild dog, and it was uneven. The fairy-like girl was immediately pulled down from the goddess and turned into a beggar-like existence.

The most exaggerated thing is that her clothes are also tattered, and she has lost the style of the past, and she doesn't know what she has experienced, and the whole person is in a trance.

After a long time, the maid who was serving behind her dared to ask tremblingly, "Miss, the bath water is ready, do you want to..."

"I know, I'm so annoying, I know how to urge, urge, urge my life all day long!"

Wan Ying is like a lion whose buttocks are being touched, and she jumps up in anger, looking at a beast that will choose someone to devour at any time.

The maid held her head in fear and squatted on the ground tremblingly, "Miss, spare your life! I didn't mean it! Woohoo..."

Tears flowed before she spoke, and the maid couldn't help but be afraid. No one who stayed by the lady's side would have a good end. How could she be an exception!

Sure enough, a foot quickly kicked over, just right on her forehead, kicking her to the ground.

She didn't dare to move, and decided to lie on the ground and be dead.

"Humph! What a piece of trash!" Wan Ying disdainfully packed up and changed her clothes, stepped over the maid without blinking, opened the bathroom curtain, and went in.

The sound of running water came from inside, and the maid wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, ignoring the pain in her waist and forehead, and hurriedly got in. She also had to wait on the young lady to wash up, so she didn't have time to be sad.

And at the entrance of their courtyard, a burly man stood there like a door god. From time to time, I looked at the sky and at the leaves. In such a deep night, I stayed in the yard of the female family, but no one came to drive him away.

After a long time, the maid opened the door and greeted the burly man: "Big man, come and work soon."

"Ah, Sister Qingwen, I'm coming!"

The burly man lifted his foot and went in, and soon he carried the full tub out. His strength was really great, and he didn't catch his breath during the whole process.

The maid named Qingwen, waited for his figure to leave the courtyard before re-locking the courtyard door.

In the room, Wan Ying has regained her youthful and beautiful appearance, and is combing her long hair slowly.

Qingwen stood against the wall with her eyes and nose watching her heart. She didn't dare to come forward and disturb without Wan Ying's instructions.

I messed around a bit, but the hair couldn't be combed. Wan Ying snapped and smashed her comb on the ground, "What kind of shit, are you even here to bully me?"

It was a comb in the shape of fishbone inlaid with gold. It was small and exquisite, and it looked very valuable. After being smashed like this, it was immediately broken into two pieces. Needless to say, this one can no longer be used, and it has become a waste.

The maid, Qingwen, picked it up a little distressed, and after a bit of fighting, she found that she couldn't fight back no matter what, so she reluctantly gave up and left it in the abandoned Lou Louli.

Wan Ying arrogantly said to Qingwen: "You, quickly take care of my hair, if it hurts me, pay attention to your skin."

"Got it, miss!" Qingwen stepped forward cautiously, took out an ordinary mahogany comb she had spared, and slowly kicked Wanying to comb it.

As expected, she has been serving nobles since she was a child. Qingwen's hair brushing skills are not bad, and Wan Ying was quickly tidied up.

"Hey... I may not be coming back tonight, you give me a good look at the door, and don't let anyone enter my house at will, otherwise, if you die, it has nothing to do with me, understand? You are also included! "

It is not the first time that Qingwen has received such an order, and she said very calmly: "Miss, don't worry, no one will come here."

Come, even if something happens, she will be carried by her family, and she will never use her little girl to talk about it.

She can't afford such patience.

After giving these instructions, Wan Ying lowered her head and reluctantly left her small yard.

I don't know how long it took, until Qingwen dozed off five times, vaguely alternating between light awakening and sleep.

"Ouch..."

Suddenly, a very sharp cry of pain came from Wan Ying's room. Qing Wen jumped up in fright.

"God, where am I? What am I doing? Who's here? What do you want to do?"

A series of questions bombarded Qingwen's pitiful head, and before she was more awake, she saw a masked man fleeing out of the inner room.

His clothes were strewn together, but they looked scarred. Fortunately, the place where the body was scratched was not very scary, just a shallow knife edge.

"You... who are you? How did you come in? What do you want to do?" The maid Qingwen put her arms around her chest and looked defensive.

The latch on the door was still stuck, and all the windows were closed. In her not very flexible head, she really couldn't figure out how this person got in.

The masked man wailed for a while, and after the pain had dissipated a lot, he pointed at Qingwen and said, "What did you do to me? Why can't I get in?"

He just felt that the house here was magnificent, so he entered the wing at will, trying to steal a little money to buy a bun to eat. Why would there be an invisible thing blocking him from entering.

That's fine. Countless hidden weapons suddenly flew out of the room, hitting him in a dreadful state. He was stunned... not a single one of them escaped, and all of them hit him.

Fortunately, they were all small balls, not sharp objects like flying knives and daggers, which only hurt when hit, but not fatal.

"Little thief, you have been hit by my young lady's hidden weapon. When she comes back, it will be your time of death."

Qingwen's words were helpful, but the masked man didn't panic at all.

"Little girl, my lord, I will take action, and I will never return empty-handed."

I saw him quickly touched Qingwen's sleeve, turned around, opened the latch, and jumped out from the courtyard wall.