The thoughts and images in Zhao Wujiang's mind were constantly surging. Everything was just his guess and there was no stable basis.
Just a vague patchwork of clues and bold assumptions.
What the truth is, there may be many possibilities.
There are good possibilities and there are bad possibilities.
Maybe, the moment he actually finds the remnant soul of Dong Shusheng's deceased wife based on his intuition, the truth will emerge.
The carriages clattered, and the horse bells rang softly in the streets that seemed lively but were actually lonely and spooky. It was as sweet and light as a requiem tune.
Walk through the streets and alleys, winding east and west.
The carriage gradually went deep into Youdu.
More than an hour later, the carriage stopped at the entrance of an alley. There was a wooden sign hanging at the entrance that read "Xinghua Alley".
At this time, three people were chasing each other at the entrance of Xinghua Alley.
The person being chased was a rather plump woman. Her red clothes had lost the fiery redness of the past and turned a darker shade of red, like black blood.
Zhao Wujiang recognized at a glance that this person was Zhu Jing whom he had met at the Divine Demon Sect.
This was the second time Zhao Wujiang saw Zhu Jing in Youdu.
Zhu Jing was being chased, her eyes were filled with disbelief and despair, and she kept muttering something in her mouth.
The person who was chasing Zhu Jing was a bookish young man with a plain appearance and not a very strong figure. He held a knife in his hand and was full of rage as he kept slashing at Zhu Jing.
But even if the sharp and cold knife hit Zhu Jing, it did not cause any substantial damage. Instead, it penetrated through Zhu Jing's body.
I don’t know if the knife is fake or if Zhu Jing is fake.
The most important thing is that Zhao Wujiang recognized the man who was chasing Zhu Jing with a knife as the scholar Dong Ning.
The clothes he was wearing and the knife he was carrying were exactly the same as those of Xie Chensu's senior brother Ye Qianchun, but they were not as strong and handsome as Ye Qianchun.
Behind the young man who was chasing Zhu Jing, followed a girl who was in a panic and crying with fear on her face, and kept muttering something in her mouth.
The girl looks exactly like Xie Bian's daughter Xie Chensu.
"Found it!" Xie Bi'an looked happy, and flew towards the panicked girl, trying to grab her.
But under the girl's feet, a circle of dark ripples appeared, and Xie Bi'an's figure was blocked by the man in black robe who stepped out of the ripples.
The man in black robe is handsome, with a short beard that is messy on half of his chiselled face, and a cold temperament.
"Brother Seven, let go." The man in black robe shook his head and sighed, his tone full of helplessness and pity.
Xie Bian's expression suddenly became distorted and fierce, and he roared:
"Get away! Fan Wujiu!"
Youdu, which was originally dark, was increasingly swallowed up by darkness, and the gray mist continued to billow like a roaring wave on the sea.
The place where Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu stood was surrounded by three feet. The ghost energy and spiritual energy were constantly collapsing and breaking, the void was trembling, and the two of them were at war with each other.
Fan Wujiu, who was wearing a black robe like night, shook his head:
"Brother Qi, stop being so stubborn. Susu and Xiaoning are already dead."
"Boom!" A thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, and the thunder snake swam among the stacked dark clouds.
There was another roar, and the big raindrops rushed to the earth. The rain was pouring, and the rain and fog were hazy.
Xie Bi'an's face was sinister and twisted, and the rain was dripping down his originally kind face. There were also bright red and green water flowing down like oil paint, and it seemed that the heavy rain had scratched his face.
He raised his hand, and a flag about a foot long appeared in his hand. On the flag were painted gray and mottled faces, some crying, laughing, and dull.
He shouted angrily over the thunder:
"No! Susu is not dead!"
Zhao Wujiang's heart trembled slightly. Before Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu officially started fighting, the pressure of their auras made him almost breathless.
He stopped Dong Ning, who kept slashing Zhu Jing, and Xie Chensu, who was mumbling in a panic.
Zhu Jing fell into the rain, looking sad and murmuring:
"Yue Lang, why? Why!"
The carriage not far away from Zhao Wujiang was washed away by the heavy rain. The boxy carriage rolled to the ground like a spirit box, and three corpse-like people rolled out.
