I'm catching monsters in Liaozhai

Wan Shouyuan has not returned to Changle Town for twenty years.

twenty years ago.

In order to enter the third realm.

He chose to travel far and wide.

In the past twenty years, he has encountered many dangers.

Escaped from death many times.

But fortunately, everything is worth it.

Just a few days ago.

He finally entered the third realm.

Became a third level warrior.

Maybe it’s been many years since I’ve been home, and I really miss my children and grandchildren.

and so.

After breaking through, he rushed back immediately.

but.

As soon as he arrived at the door of Changle Gang, he felt something was wrong. The door was actually closed.

Simultaneously.

He also smelled blood.

That's right.

It just smells of blood.

The Changle Gang was established by him.

then.

He used iron-blooded methods to eliminate all the forces in Yuwen County, making the Changle Gang the only underworld force in Yuwen County.

This process naturally involves killing people.

And after leaving Yuwen County to travel, he killed even more people.

and so.

He was most familiar with the smell of blood.

For ordinary people, the high wall of the Gaomen Courtyard of the Changle Gang headquarters is insurmountable, but for third-level masters like Wan Shouyuan.

That's not a thing at all.

He jumped lightly.

Over the wall.

But it just fell.

He saw a black shadow break out of the window.

Rush towards yourself.

Wan Shouyuan thought someone was going to attack him and subconsciously drew his sword.

"Pfft——!"

Blood splattered.

That was indeed a person.

However, it had been split into two pieces at this time.

Although he killed one person.

But for Wan Shouyuan, that's not a problem at all.

He lived for nearly seventy years.

No one knows how many people died at his hands.

One less is more.

One more is not more.

In his eyes, human life is nothing.

"call out--!"

A masked man carrying a long knife chased out.

His eyes fell on Wantong, who was already dead. He was startled for a moment, then looked at the old man in front of him who looked familiar and energetic, and said: "Old senior, you are also here to trouble the Changle Gang. ?”

Ok?

Wan Shouyuan frowned and was about to speak.

Another masked man emerged from the room.

There was another person in his hand.

Ok?

The person carrying it seemed, seemed, to be his grandson Wanbo.

When Wan Shouyuan left, Wan Bo was not yet ten years old.

But it doesn't prevent him from identifying it.

Because Wan Bo looks exactly like him when he was young.

Just as handsome.

"Dad——! I won't let you go."

Seeing his father's miserable condition, Wan Bo burst into tears.

The man would not shed tears easily, but he couldn't help it at this time.

His father was killed just like that.

The knife was still bleeding.

It's this old man.

This old man.

I must kill you.

To avenge my father.

Wan Bo's face was distorted, and he wanted to tear the old man into pieces, but he couldn't move because of the acupuncture points.

"Son, what happened to your father?"

Wan Shouyuan hadn't reacted at this time, because the Wantong that he split into two pieces turned into a blood gourd, and he didn't recognize it at all.

In fact.

It was because he didn't pay attention.

"You damn old man, you killed my father, I curse you to have no children or grandchildren, and you will not die a good death, my father..."

Wanbo cried.

Cursing.

The majestic appearance of the young gang leader in the past has long since disappeared.

Just like a child.

A child without a father.

The one who cried miserably.

The scolding was so bitter.

"Child, how could I kill your father? I..."

As Wan Shouyuan spoke, he finally came to his senses.

He took a look at the bloody corpse that was split into two parts.

Take a closer look.

The body suddenly shook uncontrollably.

It's really his son.

He was struck with a knife.

He killed his own son with his own hands and died so miserably.

No one can bear this.

Even if he lives for ten thousand years.

"Ah poof——!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Wan Shouyuan's mouth.

"It's you. You killed my son...and my grandson. Let him go quickly, or I will let you die badly."

Wan Shouyuan looked at the two masked men with great hatred.

I wish I could eat them alive immediately.

I can't wait to tear them into pieces.

But he couldn't take action yet because his grandson was still in the opponent's hands.

The two masked men looked at each other and finally understood.

I thought this old man was like them, a like-minded person.

Unexpectedly, he is still a senior member of the Changle Gang.

But he was indeed miserable enough, chopping up his own son with his own hands.

The masked man carrying the knife muttered: "No wonder this old man looks so familiar."

Wan Bo was completely confused.

My head is like a ball of mush.

The man who killed his father was actually his grandfather.

I didn't look closely just now.

Looking at it now, he really is his grandfather.

a time.

He didn't know what to do, or whether he should continue to scold him.

"Grandpa, they killed dad. Kill them both. Kill them both to avenge dad."

After a slight pause, Wan Bo screamed at the top of his lungs again.

"Hey, old man, you killed your son, it's none of my business."

The masked man carrying the knife said, "If you want revenge, you can take revenge on yourself. Well, just commit suicide."

It was a good thing that he didn't mention this problem, but when he mentioned it, Wan Shouyuan couldn't help but vomit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Shuzi, you've gone too far! You've gone too far!"

A majestic and terrifying aura erupted from Wan Shouyuan's body.

His eyes were red.

Her silver hair danced wildly in the wind.

Like a bloodthirsty beast.

A master in the third level.

This frightened the masked man carrying the knife and jumped back quickly, and said to his companion beside him: "Brother Xu, um, I'm a little tired. I'll take a rest and give you a chance to show off."

"it is good!"

The masked man carrying the sword casually threw the Wanbo in his hand to him.

The masked man carrying the knife stretched out his hand, but didn't take it. Poor Wan Bo fell straight to the ground, his chin hitting the ground first, and a few teeth that couldn't help but feel lonely jumped out.

"Son of a bitch!"

Wan Bo looked at the masked man carrying the knife, his eyes filled with anger.

If looks could kill, the masked man carrying the knife would be riddled with holes.

"Don't look at me like this pitiful person. Haven't you Changle Gang done enough bad things? How many people have died tragically because of you, and their families have been destroyed. You deserve it, you call it deserved, do you understand? Ah bah ~~"

The masked man carrying the knife spat on Wan Bo's face and stepped on it with his foot.

The anger in Wan Shouyuan's heart could no longer be contained at this time. He roared and rushed forward.

"Old man, being angry can harm your health. Don't be too angry."

"Clang" sound.

The young man with the sword on his back drew his sword, stamped his foot, jumped out, and stopped in front of Wan Shouyuan.

"Die!"

Wan Shouyuan's eyes were filled with air waves, and he slashed down without any reservation...