Chapter 279 Killing Evil

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Fang Zilan said nothing, but Awan's mind was spinning rapidly, "Do you suspect that the destruction of the Hidden Sword Villa was caused by the King of Hell of the Ten Palaces?"

"It took me more than half a year to come back, and it also made Wen Ya worry about half-death injuries. It can't be a minor injury." Fang Zilan looked solemn, "Hidden Sword Villa is famous, even if I don't know the heights of the sky, I don't dare to be seriously injured. Before I recover, I will do things like exterminate the whole family. And my plum branch symbol can only be made by people from the ghost sect."

"That's right. Zhen Mingxuan, the last owner of Hidden Sword Villa, was a well-known figure in the world. He had many guests in his house. How could he be wiped out by someone casually?" A Wan put her chin on her hand and looked at Fang Zilan intently, "But your plum branch is nothing." The logo, although the powder used for painting is unique to Guimen, only you know how to paint it, right?"

"That plum branch was not created by me, but was painted by the Master." Fang Zilan looked coldly, "I am as old as the Chakravartin King among the ten kings of hell. When I reached the age where I can kill people, the Master drew two symbols for us. I The one on the plum branch is the plum branch, and the wheel-turning king is on the sun wheel. Therefore, apart from me, the only people who know how to draw the plum branch are the young master and the wheel-turning king."

"The King of Wheels is far inferior to you, otherwise he wouldn't still be the last of the ten kings of hell." Awan shook his head, "No matter whose hands the Hidden Sword Villa is buried in, that person will definitely become infamous and become a legend in the world. You know that the Ghost Sect has always prided itself on making people in the world tremble with fear. If it was really the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace who did it, why would they give you such an opportunity to become famous?"

Fang Zilan's lips curled up slightly, "Does Little Awan think that I have the ability to kill Master Zhen and everyone at Hidden Sword Villa?"

"It's not just Master Zhen and the people at Cangjian Villa?" Awan sighed, "I heard that Wan Jun, the young master of Wanhua Villa, was proposing to Master Zhen at Cangjian Villa, intending to marry Master Zhen's only daughter Zhen. Mi'er was his wife. Therefore, he was also buried in the fire. A few days later, Wanhua Villa was also wiped out, and the symbol left was your purple plum branch. After two consecutive massacres, You have completely become a big devil that everyone in the world is shouting about and beats up, a once-in-a-hundred-year-old devil, and no one can surpass this reputation."

Fang Zilan smiled and frowned: "Wanhua Villa, Wan Jun?"

"Although Wanhua Villa is not as famous as Hidden Sword Villa, it can still be regarded as a legend in the world." A Wan started talking and couldn't control it. "Wan Jun, the young owner of Wanhua Villa, lost his father when he was young. His mother took care of it. He was brought up. However, all his martial arts and medical skills came from his master, Xu Yaoshi, who was known as the god of medicine in the world. Xu Yaoshi was also a strange person. He was a wandering doctor at first, and later learned martial arts in the army. By chance, he met thousands of people. Huashan Villa has actually become the facade of Wanhua Villa.”

She paused for a moment, stood up and brought tea over, handed one to Fang Zilan, drank one herself to moisten her throat, and then continued: "But Pharmacist Xu has an eccentric temperament and lives in seclusion. He only accepted Wan Jun in his life. Apprentice. There are different opinions from the outside world. Some people say that he owes Wanhua Villa a huge favor, while others say that he has an affair with Mrs. Wan. Otherwise, how could he treat Wan Jun as his biological son."

As she spoke, there was a hint of disgust in her eyes, "If you ask me, those people just don't like others, and they only feel comfortable if they say a few slanderous words and step on them. Can't people with weird temperaments be noble and righteous? Orphans and widowers in Wanhua Villa In the past few years, my mother had been bullied a lot, and none of the heroes she had always been friends with came to help. If it weren’t for Xu Yaoshi, Wanhua Villa would probably have ceased to exist. It’s a pity that Xu Yaoshi passed away early, although Wan Jun was like this The young master of the Villa is very promising at a young age, but once he dies, the entire Wanhua Villa will lose its heart, and it will be a matter of time before it is destroyed. It’s just..."

"It's just that Wanhua Villa was destroyed after Hidden Sword Villa. It looks more like innocent people were implicated." Fang Zilan continued and said thoughtfully: "Zhen Villa Master and Wan Jun, I can kill them at the age of fourteen or fifteen. ?”

"Although I was young at that time, I had also heard how scary you were." Awan sat upright, far away from her, "You kill people based on instinct, and there are no tricks or skills in front of you. And everyone knows this You have a habit of cutting grass and roots, killing the whole family at once. It is said among the ghost sect that you have probably killed more people than the ten kings of hell combined."

Fang Zilan couldn't help but clicked her tongue, "I didn't expect that I would be so cruel and ruthless at such a young age."

"Don't say it's none of your business, okay?" A Wan was furious. "You are very likely to kill your savior with your own hands. Don't you feel scared?"

"I didn't." Fang Zilan said very firmly, and Awan turned away, unwilling to talk to her.

Fang Zilan didn't talk to her anymore, but concentrated on making the bracelet. Her certainty came from her dream - she clearly remembered that there was a child calling Sister Mier in the dream.

She even felt that she left in a hurry at that time to report the news to Hidden Sword Villa, but it was a pity that she was a step too late.

Something must have happened or she knew something while she was recuperating at Hidden Sword Villa, otherwise no one would be so anxious and wipe out Hidden Sword Villa after she left.

Why did Lord Zhen take the risk to save her from the Xiahou family? People in the world never ask about court affairs. Even if they were involved, they would choose the former when faced with the Xiahou family and an unknown killer like her. But why did Master Zhen choose her?

And Wan Jun, why did he go to Hidden Sword Villa to propose marriage at that time? Was it a pure coincidence or deliberate? As for Zhen Mier, if she was saved by someone and escaped, where is she now?

She was worried, and the golden thread in her hand was twisted into a ball. It wasn't until her fingers were covered with red marks that Awan exclaimed that she came to her senses, looked down, and twisted the golden thread again. Again.

Awan couldn't help but get close to her, and while helping her fix the gem, she asked: "Fang Zilan, are you really not afraid?"

"Awan, before I told you that I lost my memory, you never asked me if I was afraid." Fang Zilan smiled helplessly, "Everyone is dead, is it useful for me to be afraid?"

Awan lowered his head and said nothing, and Fang Zilan seemed to be talking to himself: "I can't go back on the path I took. No matter what heinous crime, I can bear it. Anyway, I will go to hell after death, and I will never be reincarnated. I'm afraid What?"

"Everyone in the world says that if I put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, you really don't think about it..." Before A Wan could finish her words, she was interrupted by Fang Zilan, "If I put down the butcher knife, I will be chewed to the bone in an instant. How can you become a Buddha if you don’t have anything left?”

"Is there no other way?" Awan seemed to be asking her, more like asking herself.

"Once you enter the gate of hell, you can never go back." Fang Zilan stretched out her hand and spread her fingers through the sunlight. The red marks on her fingers became more and more dazzling, as if to remind her that her hands were full of blood.

"I will not kill innocent people indiscriminately in the future." Fang Zilan half-squinted her eyes and said with determination: "But I will not let go of anyone who deserves to be killed. As long as the peace of the prosperous world can be maintained, I will bear all the killings. "