Brothers Qian Shan and Qian Hai were killed, and the bombshell news spread quickly. In the past two years, Qian Shan and Qian Hai relied on their superb martial arts skills and the support of inner disciples to dominate the twelve courtyards. I don't know how many people secretly applauded the two of them for being killed.
However, those two brothers were the agents of the inner disciples after all, and were highly regarded by brothers Zhang Long and Zhang Hu. When the two of them died, the outer door immediately fell into greater chaos.
Zhang Long and Zhang Hu came to the courtyard in person to ask what happened. The identities of the three assassins were immediately discovered. They are not the lowest mortals in the wasteland, but three martial arts masters from the Sixth Academy.
The Six Courts joined forces to attack the Ninth Court and both ended up losing. The strongest men in both houses were all killed in battle. These two houses also lost their qualifications to compete for quotas.
Brothers Zhang Long and Zhang Hu did not delve into the matter. The outer disciples were free to fight among themselves. This was the sect rule set by their ancestors.
Even if they lend Zhang Long and Zhang Hu a hundred courages, they would not dare to violate the sect rules. The scene where Elder Zhao Wei was executed by his ancestors is a lesson for everyone.
Brothers Zhang Long and Zhang Hu vented all their anger on Sister Lang. That night, Sister Lang screamed heartbreakingly.
For the inner sect disciples who are responsible for the outer sect, there is only one red line in the sect rules: they cannot kill people without reason, and they cannot interfere in the fights between the outer sect disciples. The rules of the sect do not mention the abuse of women. As long as they don't play the woman to death, they are not breaking the rules.
In fact, I don’t know how many women still envy Sister Lang. They only regretted that they did not have the beauty of Sister Lang and could not be favored by the three responsible disciples.
The whole night was spent in the west room. It wasn't until dawn that the two brothers Zhang Long and Zhang Hu dragged their exhausted bodies away.
After the two brothers left, Sister Lang did not go out to the yard to clean herself as usual.
Fifth Master smoked a cigarette and looked through the window towards the west room.
Xiaoqiang asked: "Grandpa, is Sister Lang dead?"
"Won't."
"But even if they kill Sister Lang, who would dare to tell the truth?"
Fifth Master said: "The fact that we are alive means that Sister Lang is not dead."
Although Xiaoqiang is young, he understands the meaning of his grandfather's words. If Sister Lang is killed, the two brothers will definitely kill and silence her. I'm afraid that the entire Ninth Courtyard will die under their butcher's knife.
"She must be too tired and has fallen asleep." Xiaoqiang thought thoughtfully, "But in the past, Sister Lang would take a shower first before going to bed."
Until noon, there was still no movement in the west room.
Xiaoqiang finally couldn't help but said again: "Grandpa, Sister Lang is not really dead, is she?"
The fifth master also showed some worry on his face. If it were before, Fifth Master would not care about Sister Lang's life or death. But now, Sister Lang also has considerable combat power. And Sister Lang agreed to join forces with them. In order to train Sister Lang, Fifth Master secretly put a lot of effort into cultivating her.
"Go and have a look."
Xiaoqiang agreed and tiptoed towards the west room. He knocked lightly on the door but there was no answer. The door was pushed open with a slight push. Xiaoqiang immediately let out an exclamation after walking in, and then ran back wildly.
The fifth master looked solemn. He knew his grandson's determination very well, "Is Sister Lang really dead?"
Xiaoqiang's face turned red. He stammered: "No, he's not dead! It's just..."
"What happened?"
Xiaoqiang said nonchalantly: "She, she is tied up."
"Tied up? Then why are you scared?"
Looking at Xiaoqiang's face, he was already red. Fifth Master already had a guess in his mind. He raised his voice and said to the outer room: "Chu Feng, Xiaoqiang is still a child. How about..."
Chu Feng could never imagine what kind of scene there was in the west room. He had never seen anything in the Seven Kills Sect.
"That's all. I'll go."
Chu Feng couldn't help but be startled when he walked into the West Room. To be honest, he had never seen such a scene even in the Seven Kills Sect and Jiuyou City.
Sister Lang's body was tied to the pillar with a red rope. His posture is shameful and unsightly. She was covered in injuries and there was a foreign object between her legs. There was a strange bell stuffed in her mouth. It seems that the bell is still a magic weapon that can block sounds.
Seeing Chu Feng come in, Sister Lang's eyes dodge and her expression struggles.
But her voice couldn't come out, and her body couldn't move at all.
Chu Feng walked towards her step by step, and the expression on Sister Lang's face became more and more painful. Chu Feng stopped approaching. He cast a spell secretly and released a fierce ghost from the Spirit Control Tower.
"Untie her, and I will set you free."
After Chu Feng finished speaking, he threw down another pill and walked out of Sister Lang's room.
He once again used the spiritual power in his body. It was too difficult to be a mortal without spiritual power in the ghost world!
After a while, a fierce ghost floated out of Sister Lang's house. Chu Feng kept his promise and never captured this ghost again.
In the west room, Sister Lang's crying became louder and louder. Chu Feng always thought that people like Sister Lang no longer had any sense of shame. But he was wrong. Sister Lang's forbearance finally broke out today. Her cries continued until nightfall.
That night, brothers Zhang Long and Zhang Hu did not come again. Wang Yan in the north room finally walked out of the room. He came outside the south room and talked to the fifth master through the window, and wanted to ask for a pipe tobacco leaf from the fifth master.
The fifth master gave it generously. Wang Yan squatted under the fifth master's window and lit his pipe.
Wang Yan blew out a smoke ring, his tone full of reminiscence.
"Fifth Master, how many years have we been here?"
"In seven days it will be three years."
"Three years...I wonder how much has changed in the village?"
Fifth Master said: "Just go back and take a look when you have the chance."
"Go back?" Wang Yan smiled bitterly: "I can't go back."
“Once you enter the inner door, you have the opportunity to walk out.”
Wang Yan was silent for a long time. After smoking a pipe of cigarettes, Wang Yan stood up and left, "My husband and I would like to thank Mr. Wu for taking care of us in the past three years."
Beside the window sill, Mr. Wu narrowed his eyes slightly. He had already noticed Wang Yan's desire to die. But here, there is never a shortage of people seeking death. It is easier to die than to live in the ghost world.
An hour later, Huang Ren arrived at the Ninth Courtyard. He took a deep look in the direction of the south room, and then walked into the north room again.
Soon Wang Yan came out and closed the door.
Wang Yan waved in the direction of the south room. He knew that Fifth Master was looking at him. He picked up the pipe and slowly cleaned the tobacco inside the pipe.
In the house, Wang Yan's wife's scream soon came out. Wang Yan turned a deaf ear and just cleaned his pipe carefully. He wiped his pipe again and again. He was not satisfied until the pipe was spotless.
Wang Yan gestured to Nanwu again. He indicated that he would give his pipe to Xiaoqiang.
Then, Wang Yan carefully wrapped the pipe in a handkerchief embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, and placed it gently on the stone platform.
Suddenly, a scream came from the north room. Huang Ren roared angrily, opened the door with a knife, and rushed out. His face was pale and his pants were stained bright red.
"Wang Yan! Wang Yan!" Huang Ren shouted angrily. Split Wang Yan into two pieces with one knife.
"I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"
Huang Ren still doesn’t understand his hatred! He slashed at Wang Yan one after another until he was reduced to a puddle of flesh. Then, Huang Ren's eyes turned black and he fell to the ground.
