Don't panic, the leader of rebirth

Silent night.

A group of people were sitting around the dining table, listening to Canghe tell Hei Yan's heroic deeds, how to save him, lead him to escape, and kill the pursuers.

"Oh my god, it's really amazing!" Several soldiers couldn't help applauding when they heard the danger.

"Don't interrupt, Canghe little brother, you continue to talk, what happened next?!"

"Just at the martial arts competition in Xiangsui City..."

One story quickly narrowed the distance between all the different clan warriors.

"Hei Yan, you are amazing!"

Hei Xiong glanced helplessly at Canghe, who was still bragging, and nodded to several warriors who admired him.

"By the way, should I call you Hei Yan or Hei Xiong?" Wu Chen asked, curling his lips.

Hei Xiong was silent for a moment, and said: "Although my father is ashamed of the tribe, he is not ashamed of me and my mother. Hei Yan is the name given by Wu Xiang Sui Bo, so give it up and call me Hei Xiong from now on."

"Hei Xiong, you're here too, then we'll leave tomorrow and join Chi Zhan and the others." Wu Chen and Hei Xiong are old acquaintances, and they had a bad relationship at first, but now they can shake hands and make peace.

"Of course, then we'll go see him tomorrow."

The two made a decision, but Yue Lin hesitated and said: "Jing Hong should still be in Wu Chan's mansion. I don't know if the servants in Wu Chan's house are still alive during the last rebellion?"

At the beginning, I came to Xiangsui because I was caught chasing after Jinghong. Now I finally reunited with Wuchen. In Wu Zen's home.

Black Bear nodded, "It should be fine. At that time, we only killed the nobles who attended the martial arts competition in Sui Bo's house. At that time, Wu Chan was in Paimpol and did not participate. Moreover, Wu Chan is Wu Xiang's elder brother. Wu Xiang is definitely not They will kill the servants of Wu Chan's family."

Although Wu Xiang looks cruel and tyrannical, and is called a femme fatale, all that is just on the surface.

Without Wu Xiang's help, he and Canghe would have turned into a pile of loess, and the corpse would have been a vulture's meal.

"What are you going to do? How many people are you willing to kill in order to return to your homeland, see your people again, and regain your dignity?" The woman's words were like a devil's voice, and they have lingered in her ears for a long time, and have never dissipated.

Only to kill them all.

Wu Xiang unswervingly carried out every word she told Hei Xiong at the beginning, and she ordered the soldiers under her to kill almost all the existing nobles, large and small, in Xiangsui City, just like a cruel and bloodthirsty monarch.

Yue Lin nodded and said: "Before I leave tomorrow, I will go to Wu Chan's mansion to find them. If... we don't find them, we will leave first."

In the distance, the blazing flames shot up into the sky. On the upper floor of the higher education building and the lower floor of the turret, a few prisoners on death row were sharpening their knives.

On the balustrade, there was an elegant and elegant pink-blue long skirt with dark golden patterns, and a plain white tulle cape was placed vertically behind the woman.

Her cold brows are full of loneliness, she has big brown curly and thick hair, and she wears a headdress made of sapphire at the tip of her hair. The two sides of her lightly twisted hair are braided into three strands. Wearing two irregular red gold bracelets, she is beautiful, elegant and beautiful, with a thousand styles and a thousand charms.

As long as you take a look at it for a while, you will never forget it.

"Lord Wu Xiang, tomorrow's martial arts competition has been arranged, but it is too sudden, it can only be held tomorrow afternoon, and then everyone in the city will participate, but... tomorrow is too urgent, and the subordinates are afraid of those who will be anacondas will come out and assassinate you."

He Feng's scorching eyes rested on Wu Xiang, and he reported to Wu Xiang respectfully and humbly.

The woman's lazy voice sounded, and said: "It's okay, I just want to catch this group of slaves who are loyal to the old things by the way."

Wu Xiang leaned on the table, looked down, and said quietly: "It's just to give this group of dying people a chance. Since they believe in the natural selection of fate, they might as well give these death row prisoners a chance. If they can be as good as Hei Yan Luckily survived the fight, I don't mind creating another God of War."

With the wine glass in his hand, the more he drank, the less drunk he became.

Wu Xiang glanced at the wine glass in her hand with displeasure, and threw it away in the corner of the attic.

He Feng quickly lay down on the ground to the place of the wine glass, picked up the wine glass and handed it to Wu Xiang's feet: "Master Wu Xiang, the wine glass."

"Heh." Wu Xiang sneered, her ankle ring rang, she touched He Feng's cheek with her foot, and said contemptuously, "You are really 'loyal'."

"grown ups……"

The night is bright and white, the air is filled with the unique fragrance of the morning, and the first ray of sunlight falls on Yue Lin's cheeks.

Walking through the streets and alleys, Wu Chan's home in Xiangsui appeared in front of Yuelin's eyes. This was an extremely gorgeous mansion. Although rough, it was already the highest craftsmanship and level in Xiangsui City.

At this moment, the door is still closed, and Yue Lin stepped forward to the door, "Dengdengdengdeng——"

I wonder if the butler is still there?

There was a panic from inside the door, and the old man Sui Mu who was sitting in front of the gate waiting for Ye Zen to come back suddenly stood up and opened the door bolt tremblingly with his hands.

The old man's face was like bark. He slowly opened the door, followed by a stench. When the old man saw Yue Lin, a trace of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he asked, "You're back? Where's Lord Ye Chan?"

"...Wu Chan won't come back, the butler is still waiting for him?"

Yue Lin was surprised by the old man's persistent waiting.

"Wu Chan?" The old man was slightly stunned, and then he giggled, the voice was actually creepy.

The old man in front of him is obviously dying, he is going to die of old age.Yue Lin doesn't know what happened these days, the old man has become like this now, he was still a healthy old man a while ago.

After hearing the news about Wu Chan, the old man sat down on the wicker chair beside him and said quietly, "Then I don't worry, you are here to find that slave and that little fellow, right? a house."

Yue Lin heard the words, thank you.

Yue Lin hurriedly walked into the gate, only to discover the source of the stench. In this mansion, there are corpses all over the place at the moment. The corpses are piled up like a mountain. Mosquitoes and flies are lingering. No one cleans them up.

The three of them looked at each other, Yue Lin trotted all the way, feeling bad in his heart.

Walking through the long corridor, I saw that the hut in the other courtyard was very quiet, there was no dead body on the ground, apparently someone was still cleaning the small courtyard.

Rushing into the house, I saw a man's face wrapped in a white linen cloth, his forehead was obviously full of sweat, and the linen cloth was also wet with the sweat on his face, but he was still tightly wrapped in the linen cloth and refused to take it off. He looked at him vigilantly. people.

"You're still here! Where's Jing Hong?" Yue Lin recognized at a glance that this masked man was the slave he rescued on the way back that day!

The man was taken aback for a moment, then he walked to a drawer, took out a boxy box, and said in a hoarse voice as if it had been scorched by coals, "He is dead."

While speaking, the taciturn man handed the box to Yue Lin's hand, and said, "Sorry."

Yue Lin looked at the heavy box in his hand in shock, why did Jing Hong die in just a few days? !

"You lied to me, right?" Yue Lin couldn't believe it.

The masked man apologized slightly, but his eyes were always cold, and he said, "I'm sorry."

This time...Jing Hong may not be able to miraculously crawl out of the pile of corpses to find himself, because he has been cremated into a pile of white bones.

Taking a deep breath, Yue Lin calmed down.

"What happened?" Yue Lin asked coldly.

"Someone has entered, but I can't beat it." The man only said a few words, and didn't say much. He covered his throat and coughed twice. It was obvious that speaking was very difficult for a man.

Wu Chen patted closer, and said softly: "It's time to meet up, let's go."

Yue Lin glanced at the masked man and asked, "What's your name?"

The man acquiesced, and a hoarse and low voice said: "Leng Heng."

"Let's go together, we are leaving Xiangsui."

……

The four of them walked to the gate together, only to see that the old man had already 'sleeped'.

He closed his eyes, with a peaceful expression on his face, something in his heart, quiet and serene.

"he died."

Wu Chen probed the old man's breath with his hand, but no breath was exhaled.

He glanced at the old man coldly, then walked to the back of the old man, pulled out a black knife from under the chair, saluted the old man respectfully: "I took this knife away."

Most of the corpses in the room were slaughtered by the old man alone. No one thought that when such an old man held a saber in his hand, he would be a soldier, a real soldier.

Leng Heng saw it with his own eyes.

With the scorching sun at noon, the supposedly quiet Xiangsui martial arts battlefield was now full of noisy whispers, and the invited people whispered to each other.

On the high platform, the woman walked through the gorgeous Roman. She lowered her eyelids, with a little cinnabar red in the center of her brows, and she was wearing a translucent purple black gauze dress. She moved forward slowly.

No one on the Ten Thousand People Viewing Stage spoke much, and Wu Xiang's voice spread to every corner of the martial arts competition venue.

"You like to watch slaves fight with their lives, but now I won't fight with each other."

All the people on the field threw what they had in their hands to express their dissatisfaction.

"This is the custom of Xiangsui! How can we stop fighting?!" The woman complained dissatisfiedly to the man beside her.

The man covered his wife's mouth and said, "Don't talk nonsense, be careful that the mistress will kill you!"

……

Wu Xiang raised her hand to signal the people to be quiet, and she continued: "Today I announce that the martial arts competition will be changed to a martial arts trial! All the wronged and wronged people in the world can use the martial arts trial to prove themselves, and the ancestor gods are always on the side of the good. The martial arts competition I give liberty and life to the winner of the judgment."

"Today is Xiangsui's first trial by martial arts!"

The sound of the horn sounded, and the roar was like thunder, filling the ears.

Under the stage were two prisoners on death row. They held weapons in their hands and looked at each other vigilantly. The battle was about to break out.

"Start." Following the order of the maid standing beside Wu Xiang, the two condemned prisoners began to confront each other.

The enthusiastic Xiangsui people hadn't seen the martial arts competition for a long time. They stood up excitedly from their chairs, waved their arms frantically, and shouted.

Among the crowd, several people changed frequently.

"That demon girl is on the high platform, let's go and kill her!" A man's low voice suddenly sounded, pointing viciously at Wu Xiang who was watching the game comfortably on the high platform.