As the demon cultivator let out a scream that penetrated his bones, his body also lost its vitality and fell limply to the ground.
Chen Mo saw this and asked, "Brother Wang, do you have any clues?"
"He and these evil cultivators in the qi training period are just small supporting roles. There are two foundation-building cultivators in Chudu who are secretly plotting against him. Hmm...how brave!"
Although Wang Yan didn't finish his words, judging from the tone of his words, it seemed that the enemy could be easily dealt with.
Chen Mo felt a chill in his chest. He lowered his head and saw that the eight crisscrossed bloodstains were overflowing with pink sticky foam and a rose-like fragrance: "Poisoned, it must be the toxin on the sharp claw magic weapon." ...." He was a little dizzy and quickly took two detoxification pills, and then he felt much better.
"How's it going? It's okay." Wang Yan glanced at him and asked casually.
Chen Mo wiped off the pink blood and smeared it on his sleeves, and said, "It doesn't matter, let's settle the matter here first."
"Okay, I will erase this memory of the people. You go and take those two people back to the palace for disposal. Remember to find a safe place and don't be killed. The magic weapon on this demon cultivator After we are done, you and I can separate, and meet us in front of the palace gate after all this is done."
Chen Mo nodded slightly, turned around and went straight to the inn. He had already sensed that the two people were still staying there and did not dare to move, and he did not know what the outcome would be.
"Maybe they are still waiting for their patron to return in triumph." Chen Mo sighed in his heart.
He did not object to the two of them killing people for cultivation. There were so many unfair things in the world, and Chen Mo was not willing to be anyone's savior. But when it came to killing his future father-in-law, he couldn't be merciful.
After entering the room, he tapped the two people's sleeping points without saying anything, and then returned to Chudu with flying swords.
It's impossible for these two little minions to know too much, and torture would be in vain.
It is even possible that a certain prince deliberately left false information to disturb Chen Mo and others in order to frame others, so it would be better to leave it directly to Chu Wushuang.
Within a moment, Chen Mo found Chu Wushuang in the heavily guarded palace. She was chatting with an older concubine in Lihua Palace. When she saw Chen Mo waving to her quietly outside the window, Chu Wushuang got up and excused himself and left. .
"Hey, has the matter been resolved?" When the two met, she asked curiously, looking at Chen Mo who was unharmed.
"Follow me." Chen Mo didn't talk too much. He took Chu Wushuang to an unused palace. This was a cold palace where concubines were imprisoned. Almost no one would pass by on weekdays.
Pushing open the main door, the two sleeping principals fell down in front of the table. To prevent accidents, Chen Mo also tied a circle of golden hemp rope around them.
Chen Mo said: "These are the two direct murderers of your father's assassination, Zheng San and Han Lu. Wushuang, have you ever killed anyone?"
When Chu Wushuang heard the word murderer, his head suddenly buzzed, and his expression changed in an instant.
Her face turned red due to anger, and the overwhelming hatred in her eyes almost turned from illusory to real.
The General's Mansion when he was a child, his father's generous smile, Chu Chengfeng's white hair on his temples over the years...
"Father....."
The more Chu Wushuang missed her, the more her tears fell, and the murderous intention she carried became more intense. Chen Mo raised his hand to summon a flying sword and handed it into Chu Wushuang's hand: "Go, parents share the same hatred." Dai Tian, if you have never killed anyone, stab everyone in the heart with a sword, so that we can both be freed."
"If you don't take action after I count three, I will kill someone for you."
As soon as Chen Mo blurted out these three words, Chu Wushuang seemed to be out of breath, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. With a cry of grief, she grabbed the flying sword with both hands and struck Zheng San hard on the arm. .
"Shua" a cold light flashed.
One arm suddenly separated from the body neatly, and blood spattered onto her face. The pungent smell of blood made Chu Wushuang even more ruthless. He returned with another sword, and Zheng San's right arm was thrown into the sky.
"--ah!"
The latter was instantly awakened by a series of severe pains. The unspeakable miserable scenes on the left and right made him unable to help but scream miserably, sending countless resounding echoes in the cold palace.
Chen Mo has already arranged a soundproof array here, so no matter how noisy it is, it will not affect other people.
"Kill you! Kill you..."
Chu Wushuang kept repeating one sentence and yelling like a madwoman who had been imprisoned for many years.
As a cultivator, she almost forgot to mobilize her spiritual energy, and instead adopted the simplest method. She slashed the flying sword with both hands like mincing meat, and her two arms were cut into pieces, bones and flesh. Debris was everywhere.
Awakened by her crazy roar, Han Lu was so frightened that he peed his pants on the spot when he saw this horrifying scene: "Woman, spare my life! Spare my life! I know who is behind it!! Woman, let me go!" Horse!!”
Unfortunately, Chu Wushuang couldn't listen at all. Instead, the voice caught her attention. Step by step, she came to Zheng San, who had eyes wide with eyes. The latter knew that he would definitely die today, and cursed at the top of his lungs: "You... Vicious stinky cousin! Sooner or later you will end up like your father!! I..."
"I let you say it!! I let you say it!!!" Chu Wushuang stared at her blood-red eyes, her body shaking uncontrollably. She thrust the flying sword into Zheng San's mouth, and immediately pierced it with a sharp blade. It penetrated the back of his head and was covered with a layer of yellow-white substance.
Han Lu rolled his eyes and fainted from the terrifying sight. This turned out to be his luck, and he didn't see what happened next - the flying sword stirred back and forth in Zheng San's mouth, and his face was smashed to pieces in an instant, like a piece of delicate porcelain that was broken and then wrapped A thick layer of mud brewed and then fell off into many abstract and fuzzy pieces of flesh: "I let you say it! Go on!" she roared crazily.
The teeth, nose, and ears were all mixed together and it was impossible to find them clearly. Even so, it seemed that Chu Wushuang was still stunned. He screamed like a demon, and slashed the remaining remains to pieces with one sword after another. Vague.
Chen Mo did not stop the whole process, until Chu Wushuang's voice became hoarse from shouting, Zheng San's clothes were turned into rags, and the blood of flesh and blood gathered into a small pool, flowing out along the small crack at the palace door. .....
Chen Mo looked on and felt very nauseous. He was afraid that Chu Wushuang would have a complete mental breakdown after being stimulated, so he quickly stepped forward to stop her from killing the second person: "Okay, that's enough, that's enough. Killing can only be done with a nod. You've already done it for me." Your father took revenge."
After saying that, without waiting for her to resist, he waved his hand, and his flying sword arced in the air across Han Lu's throat, killing him while the latter was unconscious.
"Alas." Chen Mo sighed, whether he was feeling sorry for Chu Wushuang's extreme behavior or because he felt sorry for his rude words. He fired two balls of flame and burned Zheng San's broken limbs to ashes.
I originally thought that with him watching from the side, a few revenges would be enough, but I didn't expect that Chu Wushuang would be so cruel and crush his head.
When Chen Mo snatched the flying sword away, Chu Wushuang's eyes became even more confused. She wanted to say something, but she just opened her mouth without saying anything and let Chen Mo drag her out of the palace.
It was getting late, the breeze was blowing, and Chu Wushuang's body was covered with Zheng San's blood. Chen Mo was channeling spiritual energy to clear the stagnation in her body. It didn't take long for her consciousness to recover.
Chu Wushuang looked at her blood-stained hands and stared blankly. The smell of blood wafted into her nose. She suddenly knelt on the ground in convulsions and started retching.
Chen Mo sighed in his heart and patted her back silently. After a while, Chu Wushuang stopped vomiting and sat on the stone steps again and started crying.
"Stop crying." Chen Mo walked over and wiped her tears, and also sat next to her.
Chen Mo said: "Wushuang, as long as you are a cultivator, you can't avoid this process. I was only fourteen years old when I killed someone for the first time. I was just as nervous as you. Don't take it too seriously. Just get used to killing."
"Also, I didn't think you were that scary just now. I've seen more cruel ones. If you cry because of this, it's pointless."
Chen Mo thought for a while and guessed all the reasons why she could cry to comfort her.
"Chen Mo, I want to go home."
Chu Wushuang slowly, gently and quietly rested her head on his shoulder, as if he was the only one in the world in front of her who could make her feel at ease. She spoke in a low and hoarse voice, like a hazy sleep.
Chen Mo also stroked her long hair, thought for a long time, and then slowly said: "We don't have a home anymore."
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