Beiyin Great Sage

"Looks like it is."

"What do you mean by appearance?" Fatty Han was speechless, and said directly:

"Master Cheng likes men, and there is a pet boy named Liu Ciying, who is deeply loved by him. Liu Ciying has a brother who was killed."

"I heard that you did it."

He looked at Zhou Jia with questioning eyes.

"Really?" Zhou Jia was noncommittal.

He killed a lot of people, but not many knew their identities, and it was impossible to ask each other about their identities before killing each time.

"Ah……"

Fatty Han shook his head:

"It seems that many people died in your hands."

After a pause, he continued:

"Liu Ciying belongs to Young Master Cheng after all, and he will definitely ask for an explanation. Have you ever thought about what to do next?"

Zhou Jia raised his head, looked at Fatty Han, and said indifferently:

"late."

"What's late?" Fatty Han was taken aback, then jumped to his feet:

"you will not……"

"How is Liu Ciying?"

"died."

"..."

There was silence.

Zhou Jia got up slowly, and said softly:

"Why do you pretend to be confused, someone will go to the mine tonight, you should have known it a long time ago, otherwise your people would not have appeared by such a coincidence."

The corner of Fatty Han's mouth twitched, and he suddenly let out a long sigh:

"Really dead?"

"If it's a sissy, she is indeed dead." Zhou Jia nodded.

"The people who went tonight, besides Liu Ciying, and Zhao Fu, they are all celebrities around Young Master Cheng, and they are all dead?"

"All dead."

Fatty Han got up, picked up the spear leaning against the wall, turned around, and looked directly at Zhou Jia.

Zhou Jia looked at him:

"You want to fight with me?"

"Weitou has ordered me to watch Zhao Fu do the work, don't interfere, and I can help you collect the body afterwards, which is considered a kindness." Fatty Han said:

"But you didn't die, and you killed them, how can I make a deal?"

"Yes." Zhou Jia sneered:

"If you kill me, you can give Master Cheng an explanation."

Fatty Han's eyes flickered, his voice suddenly sank, and he said:

"Zhao Gang is dead!"

"Huh?" Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows:

"When did this happen?"

"Not long ago." Fatty Han said:

"Several alliances were not so smooth, and some conflicts and conflicts were inevitable during the period. During a certain conflict, Zhao Gang was rushed to the front..."

For an archer, the consequences of getting close are self-evident.

Fatty Han continued to speak, with a complicated voice:

"Lu Rong looked for me."

Zhou Jia frowned.

"I know you saved them and told them not to go out by the way. Lu Rong came here just to say goodbye and didn't say anything else. I also promised her to keep the secret." Fatty Han sighed softly:

"Some time ago, I received news that the team led by Lu Rong and Chen Hui encountered a beast horde, and I'm afraid... something unexpected happened."

Zhou Jia was silent.

He knew that the two women's actions were dangerous, but he didn't expect that there would be bad news so soon.

"Do you still remember Situ Lei?" Fatty Han took a deep breath and continued:

"He's dying too."

"He accepted Wang Baolin as his disciple, and promised to leave his inheritance and residence in the inner city to Wang Baolin after his death. The request was to keep a filial piety for him for three years, and he would not have anything to do with the Fish and Dragon Society in the future."

Finally, another sentence was explained:

"Situ Lei's mother died because of the Fish-Dragon Society, so he has always hated the Fish-Dragon Society, and he is at odds with Wei Tou."

"Ah!"

Fatty Han snorted softly, his eyes were in a daze, and his voice was in a daze:

"Old friends are dying one after another..."

outside the house.

The cold wind howled and the rain fell like a curtain, and the two people in the house fell into silence.

"You go!"

Fatty Han waved:

"Yesterday, a team left Huojiabao and headed for Hongzeyu. There are several ninth-rank masters in it, and they should be able to catch up now."

"Maybe in a few years, I can be as cruel as Wei Tou, but now..."

"We came together after all."

"Let's go!"

"Don't come back."

"Humph!"

A cold snort interrupted his emotion. Two men with almost identical appearance appeared in the room, watching him coldly.

"Fatty Han, I knew you were unreliable!"

"Just now you deliberately found fault and sent us away, just to let him go?"

"Fortunately, we reacted quickly, otherwise he would have escaped!"

The two talked to each other, but it seemed like a person was talking, and there was no lag between the words. They stared at Fatty Han and said:

"Do you know that everyone knows that you belong to Deacon Wei, and so does he. If you let Zhou go, who will Master Cheng turn to?"

"It's okay if you want to die, don't implicate us!"

Fatty Han's face turned pale.

Zhou Jia turned his head sideways and asked:

"who are they?"

"We are the twin soul boys of Luke's family." One person said.

"It's also the one who wants your life." Another person said.

"You did it yourself?" The two said together:

"Or shall we send you on your way?"

"Twin soul boy?" Zhou Jia nodded:

"I see."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the field, and in the next moment he was behind the two of them, holding their heads one by one with his big hands.

The hands snapped together.

"Peng!"

The two heads collided with everything, like two broken watermelons, all kinds of red and white, blood and brains mixed and flew out.

Zhou Jia let go.

"Pfft!"

The two bodies collapsed to the ground.

"You..." Fatty Han was dumbfounded:

"You killed them?"

He is very clear about the strength of the twin soul boy Luke, a templar, with extraordinary talent, proficient in the spells of the Finn world and the martial arts of the Dalin Dynasty.

It is not difficult for the two to join forces to kill the seventh rank.

now.

Was it so easy to be killed by Zhou Jia?

The scene in front of him made Fatty Han's eyes blurred, and he almost suspected that he was hallucinating.

"Obviously." Zhou Jia's voice was cold, and he turned his head to look behind the screen:

"Deacon Wei, shouldn't you come out too?"

"Hey!"

Behind the screen, the figure swayed, and a dash appeared at the door, blocking Zhou Jia's retreat, and shook his head slightly at the two:

"Unexpected!"

Deacon Wei's audio tape expressed emotion:

"I always thought, Fatty Han, that you are the one who does great things, but I didn't expect you to be so naive. I told you a long time ago that if you want to achieve great things, a woman's kindness is not necessary."

"It's even more unexpected..."

He looked at Zhou Jia with solemn eyes:

"It's you, Zhou Jia!"

"You are young, you have only been in the Ruins Realm for only two years, and you are already at the seventh rank, and you are so solid in what you have learned."

"I'm curious, how did you do it?"

"Luck." Zhou Jia raised his eyes:

"Didn't Deacon Wei also say that I am a lucky star?"

"Hmph!" Wei Zhixing narrowed his eyes:

"I never believe in the so-called luck. You are indeed hiding very deeply, but now you don't have a weapon in your hand. What do you use to fight me with bare hands?"

With a shake of the spear in his hand.

"Peng!"

The strength was surging, like a howling wind.

"Eight products!"

Zhou Jia's eyes flickered:

"Deacon Wei, you have hidden deep enough, no wonder you are regarded as a confidant by the third elder."

"Not bad!" Wei Zhixing nodded:

"Wei can be what he is today, thanks to the support of the three elders, but I'm more curious about what happened to you, don't tell me it's luck."