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Gu Ziyu saved the young man.

When the man knew where he was, tears rolled down his face.Regardless of the seriousness of his injuries, he got out of bed and knelt down in front of Gu Ziyu: "City Master Gu, please save my master, save my brother."

Gu Ziyu frowned, and helped him up: "You don't need to be so courteous, just tell me what you want."

The young man was tense, and the wound that had been bandaged with great difficulty began to bleed again, but he didn't care, and tightly pulled Gu Ziyu's sleeve, as if he was afraid that he would leave.

Under Gu Ziyu's comfort, the young man finally calmed down.

It turned out that this person was a disciple of Xiuyun Sect. Not long ago, a young man suddenly appeared in Xiuyun Sect. That person occupied their territory and asked them to use them for himself.

Such arrogance naturally met with resistance from Xiuyunmen disciples.

"That man's cultivation is extremely strong." The young man seemed to recall something terrible, with a horrified look on his face, "Eldest brother and elder sister died in his hands. With just one move, they... There are no bones left. I escaped with the desperate protection of Master and the others, Sect Master Gu, please, please save me, Master and the others, please."

It could be seen that the young man was emotional, Gu Ziyu held him down and sent him some spiritual power to calm his emotions.

When the young man calmed down a bit, Xue Xinruo couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Do you remember what that man looked like?"

"Tall, thin, with an evil smile, very scary." The young man recalled, and suddenly raised his hand tremblingly pointing at Xue Xinruo: "It looks like a girl... a bit like a girl."

Even though she was mentally prepared, Xue Xinruo couldn't help but staggered, but fortunately Lin Muyue supported her from the side.

"It's Tinghan." Xue Xinruo said in a low voice, tightly grasping Lin Muyue's hand, as if she wanted to use it to give herself strength to support.

Lin Muyue didn't know what to say for a while, so she could only hold back her hands forcefully.

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It was a matter of life and death, so Gu Ziyu naturally didn't dare to deal with it casually, coupled with the urging of the young people, they decided to leave that night.

Gu Ziyu quietly put sleeping medicine in Xue Xinruo's medicine, and after she took the medicine and fell asleep, he told his disciples to take good care of her.

Opening the door, Leng Yiran was waiting outside.

"When you come back, Ruoruo will definitely beat you to death." Leng Yiran said.

Gu Ziyu glanced at him and said nothing.

Leng Yiran glanced at the closed door, sighed lightly, and walked behind Gu Ziyu.

Xue Xinruo needs to rest now, and it is too cruel for her to face her younger brother who may have become extremely vicious.

Gu Ziyu knew that Xue Xinruo would be angry and sad when he woke up, but he still chose to do it.

Compared with Xue Xinruo's health, nothing else is important.

The carriage and horses were ready, Gu Ziyu opened the door, and saw Huo Chengyun and the disciple of Xiuyun Sect sitting in the carriage.

He looked at Huo Chengyun, frowned and wanted to speak, but then he didn't know what to think, so he just clicked Huo Chengyun as a reminder.

Huo Chengyun smiled gratefully at Gu Ziyu, and then said to Leng Yi who got into the car last: "Sit here."

Gu Ziyu simply closed his eyes, trying to keep out of sight and out of mind.

Although the Xiuyun Sect is a little-known sect, and there have not been any amazing and brilliant people in the sect, they are very business-minded and wealthy, and even the clothes of the disciples are made of real silk.

Xiuyunmen's prosperity even brought benefits to the town where it is located. Along the way, everywhere is prosperous, not worse than the metropolis at all.

Leng Yiran and the others drove all night, and it was already daytime, but the doors on both sides of the street were closed, the street was empty and lonely, and there was not a single pedestrian.

One can imagine how much fear Xue Tinghan's arrival brought to them.

The disciple of Xiuyun Sect was extremely tense since he set off. He was seriously injured. In order to prevent more serious damage to his body, Gu Ziyu knocked him out.

Now entering the city, the young man woke up leisurely, he was not angry, but lifted the curtain of the car to look out the first time.

"Here we are." The young man murmured, "Go straight ahead, that's it."

Needless to say, Leng Yiran and others have already seen where Xiuyunmen is - the tallest and most beautiful building in the city.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of Xiuyun Gate.

The imposing gate of Xiuyunmen was closed tightly, but there were two disciples wearing Xiuyunmen's clothes hanging on both sides.Their bodies swayed in the wind, apparently dead for a long time.

Seeing this, the young man staggered when he jumped out of the car, almost fell down, but was lifted up by Leng Yiran.

Then Gu Ziyu, who got out of the car, looked at the closed door and the corpse on the door, and said, "Be careful."

The young disciple had been concerned about the safety of his master's school since he escaped, and now when he came back, he saw such an ominous scene, and his face became even paler.

He broke away from Leng Yiran's hand, ignored Gu Ziyu's scolding behind him, and opened the door.

squeak-

The door was open, the cold wind came in, and they saw rows of corpses hanging behind the door.

Hanging at the very front is a grey-haired, well-built old man. He was hung by the neck behind the door by a rope. His eyes were wide open, and it was obvious that he would not rest in peace.

Behind him are several middle-aged people, all of whom are elders in the sect.Looking back, the assailant could even kill a child of a few years old.

Such a tragic situation, anyone who sees it will feel unbearable and denounce the cruelty of the assailant.

Seeing this scene, the young man was furious and spurted out a mouthful of blood.Then, ignoring the obstruction of the people around him, he rushed in with a sword in hand.

"come out!"

"Come out, get out of here—"

The young man's angry roar resounded through the sky.

When Leng Yiran and the others entered, they saw disciples wearing Xiuyunmen costumes kneeling on the open space inside the gate.

Of course, these people are alive.

Obviously, not everyone is desperate to resist, some people are very sensible.

Xue Tinghan was sitting in front of this group of disciples, with a smile on his lips, looking like he was enjoying the show.

Seeing the enemy who killed his master, the young man rushed towards Xue Tinghan: "I will kill you—"

There was no need for Xue Tinghan to make a move, the middle-aged man eagerly waiting beside Xue Tinghan knocked him flying with one palm.

The young man was injured more and more, and he couldn't get up for a while.

He was lying on the ground, staring at the middle-aged man who hurt him: "Yuan Mao, Master's body is hanging over there, can't you see it? How can you... still be this man's minion."

Yuan Mao's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Hearing the young man's question, he scolded: "Shut up, do you want to see us also be hanged on it? I have to be responsible for these disciples."

"Bah!" The young man spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, "A villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"You..." Yuan Mao's expression was ugly, and he wanted to defend himself, but was interrupted by Xue Tinghan raising his hand.He bowed his head and stepped aside respectfully.

Xue Tinghan sat up straight. He was wearing a black suit with dark red embroidery patterns like flowing blood.

He pointed at his chin and looked at Leng Yiran and the others. This look was completely unfamiliar to those who knew him.

Leng Yiran stepped forward: "Ting Han."

Xue Tinghan's eyebrows twitched, and he said with a half-smile: "Elder brother."