"What?!"
When Wang Wen was established, he strode forward, and even the disciples of the Beggar Clan exclaimed in surprise. Huang Rong did not follow him in surprise, but fell into deep thought.
Wu Santong on the side couldn't bear the sadness, and said with cupped hands: "Senior Hong, my master is now missing. This murderer just deceived me. There is no one in Dali. The bones of the two senior brothers are still cold, and he dared to jump out at this stall to commit murder. In addition, Your behavior is too arrogant! In view of the friendship you have had with my master for many years, Santong implores Senior Hong to make the decision for my lineage of the Duan family in Dali!"
After Wu Santong finished speaking, he knelt down and knelt on the ground, which shocked Huang Rong beside him. She quickly put aside her thoughts and stepped forward to help Wu Santong. Seeing this, Guo Fu hesitated for a moment and chose to follow her mother and stepped forward to help Wu Santong.
"father......"
The Wu brothers were at a loss and didn't know whether they should help their father up.
"Kneel down too!"
Wu Santong was very stubborn. No matter how much Huang Rong and Guo Fu pulled him, his knees refused to leave the ground, and his whole body was nailed to the ground. He did not forget to turn his head and yell at the Wu brothers angrily.
The two brothers were frightened by their father's eyes, so they followed suit and fell to their knees.
"Brother Wu family, this matter involves too much. Master will definitely not stand idly by. You get up first."
Huang Rong rarely showed her gentle and gentle side and tried to dissuade her.
Wu Santong did not say anything after hearing this, but shook his head and continued to prostrate to the ground. Guo Jing could not be counted on, Xiangyang City could not do without him, and Huang Rong, as a female scroll, was still a little weak in terms of ability. Currently, she only had five skills. Only Hong Qigong, one of the Northern Beggars, could stabilize this chaotic situation and bring justice to the abbot.
Hong Qigong quietly watched Wu Santong and his son fall into a brief silence. He and Dongzhang had spent a lot of time together, and they asked themselves that they really loved this young man Hong Qigong from the bottom of their hearts. He I don't want to believe that Dongzhang would do such a thing.
But now all the trends point to Dongzhang alone, and he can't produce any evidence that can convince the gang, so he feels a little helpless in his heart.
He quickly calmed down and said with his left hand: "San Tong, I have a close friendship with your master. Master Yi Deng is an upright and peaceful man. Even I have received a lot of kindness from him. I will not ignore this matter. I will definitely give you an explanation, don’t worry, you guys, get up first.”
It was Hong Qigong's words that worked. After hearing this, Wu Santong immediately burst into tears and said, "Thank you, Senior Hong!"
"No need to be polite, just get up."
At Hong Qigong's signal, Wu Santong stood up first. Seeing this, the Wu brothers behind him hurriedly stepped forward to help their father.
"Gang leader! The thieves are rampant! Wen Cheng asks the gang leader for permission to lead a team to kill Xiang Dongzhang's lair! We must make him pay with blood to comfort the elder's spirit in heaven!"
Wang Wencheng still respected Hong Qigong very much, and this man was indeed quite bloody.
Slowly looking at Wang Wencheng, who was bowing forward with his fists clasped, Hong Qigong did not respond. Instead, he turned his head slightly and looked at Huang Rong, who was silent, and asked, "Rong'er, what do you think?"
Huang Rong has always been mysterious and resourceful, and Hong Qigong is also used to throwing problems to this female disciple.
Although everyone knew that Huang Rong was a close disciple of Hong Qigong, the world did not know about Lu Qing, Huang Rong's junior sister, and Hong Qigong did not choose to make it public.
But even so, everyone still felt a little uncomfortable, especially Wang Wencheng. It was obvious that Hong Qigong was partial to Huang Rong. Huang Rong glanced at the other party covertly and said generously: "Master, Rong'er is not very talented and has little knowledge. What do you know? It's just brothers showing love. As for the disappearance of this gang disciple, Ronger thinks that the murderer is someone else..."
"Oh~ How can I see it?"
Hong Qigong nodded, obviously agreeing with Huang Rong's statement, and looked at the latter with interest.
"snort!"
When Wang Wencheng saw the two masters and apprentices standing there, completely ignoring him, he was so angry that he turned his head and crossed his arms and sneered.
Slowly scanning the many disciples in the hall, Huang Rong suddenly said loudly: "Brothers, if you were the murderer, since you had the intention to keep him alive that day, would you go to great lengths to kill him afterwards? Do you do this? What’s the point of it?”
"this......"
Everyone couldn't help but put themselves in someone else's shoes and felt that Huang Rong's words made sense. However, they were overwhelmed by anger just now. They felt that whatever happened to the Beggar Clan must have something to do with the murderer who killed Yu Jianbai that day. See things with your eyes, without thinking about the logic of things.
"Gang Leader Huang, even though you have said this, that person still has something to do with it."
"That's right. Maybe that brother escaped by chance that day instead of being exiled deliberately?"
Everyone expressed their opinions one after another. Huang Rong looked at them one by one with a smile and thought to himself that it was at least good to be able to use his brain and communicate. Then he smiled and said: "Yes, I can't rule out the situation you mentioned, but the chance is very small. Elder Yu must have some skills. Everyone knows that even he died in the hands of the other party, so how can this brother escape unscathed? Is it because he deliberately hides his clumsiness? In fact, this brother is a hidden master. Can’t do it?”
"..."
"I think you all should have an answer in your heart at this moment, so I won't say anything more."
After Huang Rong finished speaking, she turned to look at Hong Qigong who was standing in a high position and said, "Master, do you know the whereabouts of Dong Zhang?"
Hong Qigong hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know. As soon as I got the news, I rushed to the Tomb of the Living Dead behind Zhongnan Mountain without stopping, but there was no one there. Then I rushed to his other side." He is in a residence, but the buildings there are empty, I don’t know where he is now.”
The second place Hong Qigong mentioned was the Sword Tomb. Everyone had different opinions on this. Some said that Dongzhang fled in fear of crime, while others thought that the murderer might not be Dongzhang, but these people were all Huang Rongna. Sidemen and horses are a small number.
Ignoring the speculations of the disciples, Hong Qigong looked at Huang Rong below with sharp eyes and said, "Rong'er, did you discover something?"
Looking at Guo Fu who looked worried next to her, Huang Rong sighed quietly: "Whether the murderer is him or not, he may be back now..."
After Huang Rong finished speaking, needles could be heard in the general altar. It was one thing to know, but after the whereabouts of this person were really confirmed, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill. Dongzhang's evil reputation had long spread throughout the country, so However, he was one of the most ruthless people in the world. In the battle at Zhongnan Mountain, no less than a hundred famous masters died in his hands, and there were countless ordinary people.
After the battle, the stench of corpses spread all over Zhongnan Mountain for more than a month. The short-lived Nashi Villa truly became a ghost village. Anyone who saw it would shudder. The reason was because of the man named Dongzhang.
"Hmph! You're just pretending to be a ghost, Gang Leader Hong, I'm going to take some people to find out those people who are hiding their heads and showing off their tails, and I'll give my brothers a clean slate!"
Wang Wencheng walked towards the entrance of the hall with a large number of people regardless. Hong Qigong did not choose to stop him. Now he could understand the excitement among the Beggar Clan, but after Wang Wencheng left, he said to the two elders below: "You guys Let's go together too, remember, if you really meet that person, don't start a conflict, remember, you must send someone to notify me as soon as possible, and wait until I arrive to talk, do you understand?"
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"clear!"
The law enforcement elder and the palm-handling elder immediately came out and took orders to pursue Wang Wencheng, the chief helmsman.
Looking at the main altar where most of the people had left, Hong Qigong sat on the throne, rubbed his brows tiredly and sighed deeply: "Rong'er, do you think it could be him?"
"Rong'er, I don't know..."
.............................
at the same time.
On a mountaintop seventy miles north of the Beggar Clan's main altar, a simple wooden house stood. It was a temporary residence built by the woodcutter at the foot of the mountain to take a break after work.
At this time, there were bursts of shrill screams coming from the wooden house. The frightened and desperate sounds were as if they had seen some great horror in the world, and they were extremely desperate.
Next to the wooden house, on the edge of the cliff on the top of the mountain, a man in black is sitting astride the edge, with one leg dangling in the air, and one leg bent and slumped casually. He is holding a wine bottle in one hand and takes a sip from time to time. The howling mountain wind blows the man's With her high ponytail, if it weren't for the screams that came from the wooden house next to her from time to time, it would have been a scene of idle people in the mountains.
Soon, the screams in the room suddenly became louder and then stopped suddenly, startling the surrounding birds.
With a creak, the leaky wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and a young man with an elegant appearance stepped out. However, there were still some blood stains on his face, and the gold pendant on his left ear made people feel strangely charming. different.
The young man did not look at the man on the edge of the cliff, but walked to the water tank next to the wooden house to fetch water and wash his hands.
"how?"
The man in black on the edge of the cliff did not look back, and his voice came softly behind him.
After washing his hands full of blood, the elegant man strolled towards the edge of the cliff, but when he heard a roar, a wine bottle immediately flew over in an inverted circle. He caught the wine bottle firmly with one hand, and the elegant man took a few sips happily, and then followed. He sat next to the man in black, with his feet dangling in the air. He looked at the pleasant scenery opposite him and smiled softly: "This kid has a very hard mouth. He only loosened it after moving his hands and feet."
"Haha, you got it?"
"Hired."
The conversation between the two was very casual and light, but in fact the process was very shocking. These two people were Dong Zhang and Zhang Yimeng. The wheel-turning king Zhang Yimeng was known as the executor in the world, despite his usually gentle appearance.
In fact, there are not many people in the world who can compare with him in terms of torture. After all, his family comes from a criminal investigation background. Waterboarding Lingchi is nothing to him. He can kill a whole person's body in a short period of time. Peeling off the skin completely without killing someone is something that many veteran torturers cannot do.
After all, human life is very fragile, but he can do it, and it can also keep you awake and watch your skin being peeled off bit by bit. It is a huge blow to the body and mind of the victim, and many people cannot bear it. of.
"What's that person's background?"
Dongzhang was not interested in the process of his execution. If this kind of thing was not abnormal, he would not be able to stand it. Now he only asked about the process.
"have no idea."
"have no idea??"
Dongzhang raised his eyebrows when he heard this. You spent an hour trying to figure out what you don't know? ?
"..."
Zhang Yimeng was choked by Dongzhang's question, and then said slowly: "He didn't see the appearance of the person coming. He said he was wearing a fox mask, and he was dressed just like you before."
"Where's the skill?"
"have no idea."
"..."
"Did anyone die?"
Zhang Yimeng stretched slightly and glanced at the wide open wooden door: "I won't survive tonight."
"Um."
"Leave it to you, I'll take a nap..."
After Dongzhang finished speaking, he lay down on the edge of the cliff, looking at the clouds passing by from time to time in the sky and quickly closed his eyes. Zhang Yimeng sat on his knees and looked at the scenery at the bottom of the mountain without saying anything. Soon, he stood up with a bottle of wine. Just walk down the mountain.
Just as he was about to walk into the forest, Dongzhang's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Old Zhang."
"Um?"
Dongzhang closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Remember to get me a bottle of wine when you come back."
"knew........."
