The gray-eyed man who attacked the twelfth floor had significantly higher internal strength than the monsters in Baidi City.
Shaking away the dead mucus, Chang An turned over the man's body.
As expected, he took off his outer robe and found that the man was dressed like a worker from the Wucheng District!
"Borrowing a dead body and bringing it back to life!"
Chang An stared at the stiff body with disbelief on his face. This was simply a means of reversing life and death, and now it appeared alive in front of him.
Another hour later, Chang An arrived at the Yanglou area.
At the height of the Sheep Tower, a tall and strong man, like a cannonball, rushed directly towards Chang An who was on his way.
Chang An was sweating profusely, panting constantly, fighting continuously, and driving non-stop for two hours. Fatigue is a normal thing.
But his eyes were still cold, and his inner strength wall firmly blocked the oncoming punch.
"Sorry, I don't have time to spend with you."
Chang An's cold voice echoed in the burly man's ears.
The long sword flashed with cold light, and a very fine sword energy slashed out from the sword body.
The sword energy was so thin that it was almost indistinguishable, like a piece of nearly transparent paper, gently passing through the strong man's protective energy wall, and then passing through his body and extending into the distance.
For a few breaths, everything seemed to come to a standstill. After a few breaths, a very neat and fine cut appeared simultaneously on the man's inner strength wall and waist.
Starting from the waist of the man, the upper and lower parts are misaligned and separated neatly.
"Sword move, cut into the moon."
Chang An picked out a ball of black mucus with a sword.
Then he kicked the man away and continued to move forward.
Another hour later.
Outside the Monkey Tower, Chang An shattered the limbs of the gray-eyed man with two fingers, picked out the black mucus, and started on his way again.
The fourth hour.
In the Chicken Tower, the green sword light flashed, and another gray-eyed man was cut into countless pieces by Chang An.
At the fifth hour, it was already late at night.
Chang An's face turned pale and his clothes were soaked with sweat. He finally arrived outside the dog house.
But at this time, except for corpses everywhere, there was no one outside the dog house.
Chang An felt strange, but he didn't care so much and rushed straight into the dog house.
There were almost no corpses in the dog building. Chang An saw no more than five corpses all the way to the roof.
But not until the top of the building.
"Squeak!"
He pushed open the door to the attic and saw the deathly air rushing in his face. Several balls of black slime were scurrying around the room.
On the ground, several corpses were lying on the ground, and almost everyone had a sword pierced through the chest.
Seeing strangers intruding, the black mucus rushed toward Chang An.
Chang An's eyes flashed and he unsheathed his sword.
The black mucus separated from the body, and they were extremely afraid of the Sword God's sword and avoided it one after another.
How could Chang An allow them to escape? The sword light flashed and chopped all the mucus into pieces.
Afterwards, Chang An checked the top floor and found no trace of Chu Guanyu. He counted the corpses again and found that the number of corpses exactly matched the black mucus. Five corpses corresponded to five balls of mucus.
"It seems that some masters killed these gray-eyed people, but they didn't have the means to kill these slimes, so they had to leave."
Chang An analyzed.
But since there is no trace of Chu Guanyu here, the most likely possibility is that it was rescued by that master.
Chang An sat down and adjusted his breathing for half an hour, and his body returned to its peak.
It was already midnight. He opened his eyes and looked at the five corpses.
The five people fell down in a straight line, and surprisingly, the wounds on their bodies were almost in a straight line.
The wound was like a sword wound, as if he had killed five people with one sword. The sword strikes were so fast and accurate that it was difficult to find such a master in this world.
In Chang An's impression, apart from him and Mo Bei, the only people in the world who had such attainments in swordsmanship were Chu Yuchao and the building owner whom he had never met before.
But it was impossible for Chu Yuchao and the building owner. The former's light skill was just mediocre. He could instantly kill five masters of the same level with one sword and then leave without leaving a trace. This was not Chu Yuchao's style.
And if the latter is not dead, these gray-eyed people are probably his masterpiece, so how could he kill his own people.
"What an exquisite sword."
Even Chang An couldn't help but admire it.
"Wow!"
The sword light flashed, and all the clothes of the five corpses were cut open, revealing five almost identical vests.
"really."
Chang An broke out of the window and disappeared into the night.
High above, a white shadow appeared silently. Standing in the darkness, looking at Chang An's leaving figure, he ducked and left in the opposite direction.
Five hours later, it was already the next morning.
Chang An appeared in the jurisdiction of Shelou.
In fact, one thing happened that was beyond Chang An's expectation. Those gray-eyed people attacked the 12th floor and killed the 12th floor with corpses everywhere.
But the people in Youzhou City seemed to be safe and sound, and no one was harmed.
This series of attacks seemed to only target the twelfth floor.
A little south of the Shelou District is an abandoned street.
In the already desolate Youzhou City, the abandoned streets became even more deserted.
Chang An came here because there is a charity here.
The door of Yizhuang is open, but in fact there is no door anymore.
The chaotic accumulation of bones inside makes it more like a mass grave than a righteous village.
Bodies that had been dead for who knows how long were thrown in casually. Over time, the bones had piled up into a small slope.
Chang An searched for a long time, but there were only weathered bones and no fresh corpses at all.
A few days ago, the corpses of workers who died in Chidi City have disappeared without a trace.
But he didn't come here just for the workers. To be precise, he came here just to examine the bones.
"Wow!"
The long sleeves fluttered, and a gust of wind blew up from within.
In an instant, the mountain of bones trembled in the wind.
Chang An pushed out with a violent palm.
"boom!"
The pile of bones exploded, and countless bones collapsed into the air.
Chang An's eyes were like a torch, and he carefully observed the withered bones with extremely fast eyesight.
After a moment, he waved his hand again, and the half-open shabby wooden door of the side room of the courtyard was blasted open by internal force.
It was empty and empty.
Then, Chang An smashed all the dead bones in the air into the empty side room.
Then, he repeated his old trick and blew up several dead bones. After observing, he drove them into the side room.
After repeating this cycle for three hours, he finally inspected all the bones in the Yi Village.
Chang An rubbed his eyes tiredly, exhaled two breaths, turned around and left.
As soon as I stepped out of Yizhuang, there was a "coo" sound in the sky.
His eyes followed the sound, and a white homing pigeon appeared in the northwest of the horizon.
Not long after, the carrier pigeon landed on his shoulder.
Chang An unfolded the letter paper and saw that the handwriting on the letter paper was very delicate and it read:
The remaining attackers have been wiped out, and both the chief steward and Chen Buyi survived.
Chang An crushed the letter in his hand, shook his head and smiled.
"These two are really lucky."
Half an hour later, Chang An appeared at Uncle Zhang's noodle shop again.
"Hey, the young man is here again."
Chang An smiled slightly
"No, I'm thinking about your face."
Uncle Zhang sniffed lightly, frowned and said
"Where's the smell coming from?"
He looked for the smell, smelled Chang An, and then pinched his nose
"Young man, it's been a long time since I took a shower. Even a sloppy old man like me can't stand your smell."
Chang An gave a bitter smile and smelled himself. The smell was mixed with the smell of sweat, corpse, and blood. Even he couldn't stand it.
"Oh, I can't help it. I was born to work hard."
Chang An sat in his old seat and sighed.
Uncle Zhang rolled his eyes at him
"You are such a dishonest young man. How can you live in hard work when you dress so luxuriously?"
Chang An looked at himself
"Walling around among the dead every day, isn't that a life of hard work?"
Uncle Zhang turned his back to Chang An. Hearing this, he turned around and said with a smile
"Then it's no wonder that others, including you young people, feel restless."
Chang An was silent for a moment and said
"If young people are content, they won't be called young people anymore."
"Many people died in this city yesterday."
Uncle Zhang suddenly spoke.
Naturally, it was impossible to hide such a big movement from the residents of the city.
"Yeah, a lot of people died."
"How's it going? Are you okay?"
Uncle Zhang looked at Chang An.
Hearing this, Chang An stood up, spread his hands and turned around, smiling.
"It looks like nothing's wrong."
Uncle Zhang sighed
"Those big shots fight to death every day, and they don't know why."
Chang An sat down again, tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, and said coldly
"Uncle Zhang, have you met the owner of the building on the twelfth floor?"
Uncle Zhang's busy back suddenly froze, and then he smiled and said
"How could I have met the owner of the building?"
"Oh, yes, but isn't the owner of the building dead?"
Chang An nodded.
"Yes, it's a tragic death. Now there are heavy casualties on the twelfth floor. I'm afraid it won't be able to recover."
The smell of noodles came, and Uncle Zhang served the fragrant noodles.
“This noodle is still delicious.”
Chang An's mouth watered when he smelled the fragrance. He was too hungry after playing all night.
After eating, Chang An patted his belly with satisfaction, dropped a couple of coins, and left.
The street where the noodle shop is located is only three blocks away from the compound. Chang An was walking and shopping, and he reached the compound in just one stick of incense.
I saw from a distance that the door of the courtyard was still open.
Chang An was a little strange and said to himself
"Are they going shopping?"
But the closer he got, the more Chang An felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.
A bad premonition arose in his heart, and Chang An quickened his pace.
"Bloody smell!"
Chang An's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smelled a smell of blood coming from the courtyard.
"Wow!"
He no longer walked slowly, but directly jumped up, performed Qinggong, and rushed to the gate.
In front of the door, two people were lying quietly on the ground.
Zhou Zi was lying in a pool of blood, with a sword wound on his back penetrating his chest.
On the other side, Wan Chaoyang held a broken sword in his hand and was covered in scars.
"Brother Zhou, Brother Wan."
Chang An was so anxious that he ran to the two of them.
He held Zhou Ziheng's hand, and a cold feeling spread from his palm to the bottom of his heart. Zhou Ziheng's whole body had become stiff, and it was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.
"Ahem!"
There was a cough next to him, but Wan Chaoyang was still breathing.
Immediately, Chang An lifted Wan Chaoyang up, brought up an internal force, and sent it into his body.
Wan Chaoyang's pale complexion turned slightly red.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him.
"Brother Chang An, cough...go and save the child!"
Chang An then remembered that the five children were also missing!
"Brother Wan, what on earth is going on!"
Wan Chaoyang hummed softly.
"The owner of the building...ahem, the owner of the building has set up a barrier in front of the door."
Chang An was surprised
"Is the building owner really alive?"
Wan Chaoyang looked down at himself and saw that Wan Chaoyang's body was covered with scars from various weapons.
"That man... ahem... that man covered his face... and used seven or eight kinds of weapons."
As he spoke, Wan Chaoyang's eyes showed a trace of horror, as if he had recalled some terrible scene.
"It's the owner of the building...and the quarry...the killing method...is the same..."
Then, Wan Chaoyang fainted directly.
