Three Hundred and Fortieth Chapters Thirteen

Night came quietly.

In Lingyao's small courtyard, Lu Fan and Han Feng quietly looked at the man in front of them, and slowly asked some questions.

This man is the chief assassin of the Red Clothes Sect.

Named, Thirteen.

When Lu Fan first heard the name, he thought the other party was deliberately deceiving him.

But after senior brother Han Feng crushed one of his arms, and he still couldn't say other names, Lu Fan believed that he was called this name.

This person spoke very few words and was extremely simple. When he spoke, he felt very jerky, as if he was a mute.

His eyes are empty, and he is described as thin, even though his whole body is full of arrows, his hands and feet are shattered, and his bones are broken. He didn't say a word either.

"Thirteen, let me ask again. Who is your sect master? And who instructed you to come and kill me?"

Thirteen slowly spit out two words.

"I don't know!"

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking completely.

Senior Brother Han Feng couldn't stand it any longer, stood up and said, "Junior Brother Lu Fan, let me kill him. It's almost impossible to hit a fart with three sticks. It's useless to talk nonsense with him. Did you notice that he didn't talk more than Three words. Play tricks on us on purpose!"

Senior Brother Han Feng pulled out his sword directly, ready to kill him with one blow.

Seeing senior brother Han Feng draw his sword, Shisan suddenly showed a relieved expression.

He seemed to relax. Lu Fan keenly saw this scene, raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, Senior Brother Han Feng. Don't worry, let me ask again."

Senior Brother Han Feng looked left and right, and put down the sword helplessly.

"Okay, you can ask. I'm going to bed first. I'm exhausted after beating for a whole day. Junior sister Lingyao, do you have any objection to me sleeping on your bed?"

Ling Yao bit her lip and said, "Don't touch my things."

Han Feng chuckled and said, "Don't worry, it won't move. Even if it breaks, I will pay you to buy a new one."

Lingyao's eyes lit up and said, "Then move as you please."

Han Feng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and went to sleep.

Lu Fan stared at Thirteen in front of him, crossed his hands and said, "You don't seem to like talking."

Thirteen nodded slightly and remained silent.

Lu Fan said: "Okay, from now on. I ask, you answer. If it's not possible, you just need to answer yes or no. Don't try to lie to me, my observation is very keen, I can even see through your skin, see your beating meridians. Do you understand?"

Lu Fan's words are not bluffing. With his current six senses, he is indeed extremely sensitive to everything around him, and he can really see even the slightest unusual behavior of Thirteen.

"First of all, who sent you here. Do you know this person?"

Lu Fan asked the first question.

"Master."

"Who is your sect master?"

"I don't know."

"You haven't seen him?"

"yes."

"Then how did he give you the task."

Speaking of this, Thirteen looked at his right arm and stopped talking.

Lu Fan took a step forward and tore off the clothes on Shisan's right arm. Immediately, Lu Fan saw a small black snake wriggling on his arm. Looking up, there are more than one of these little black snakes, as if his body has become a place for these little snakes to play, and a group of little snakes swim happily in it, and then even vaguely form a soul. Character. Let Thirteen's arm look so weird.

Lu Fan simply tore off all the clothes on Shisan's upper body. What was immediately exposed was a small snake flowing all over its body.

There are dozens of hundreds of small snakes coming to the field, which looks extremely disgusting.

Lingyao stepped forward to take a look, and said: "Soul control method, this is a magic cultivation method. Lu Fan, he was controlled by someone in this way. He is just a physical puppet."

Lu Fan frowned, he didn't expect such a situation.

Inside the ring, the brand of Dao Xin Demon Sect began to beat.

Obviously, the devilish energy on Shisan's body is also very heavy, which is not an ordinary method.

"Are you being controlled by someone and you have no choice but to do it?"

Lu Fan asked.

Thirteen replied: "Yes."

Lu Fan recalled that day in the dungeon, those warriors clearly couldn't beat them, but they had to fight desperately. Even after being nailed to the ground by Han Feng, the warrior still struggled.

Lu Fan then asked, "And so are the others?"

Thirteen replied: "Yes."

Lu Fan sighed in his heart, looked at Thirteen and said, "It turns out that you are just a poor person. A dead man trained by others, or a tool."

Thirteen said nothing, and looked at Lu Fan with empty eyes.

There was no emotion in his eyes, nor did he wish to live or die.

Lu Fan looked at the little snake and various scars on his body, thinking quietly.

The best way, of course, is to kill him directly, once and for all. But Lu Fan felt that he couldn't do it.

If he didn't know that Thirteen in front of him was just a poor man, he might have slapped him to death. But now, Lu Fan no longer had this idea.

Turning his head, Lu Fan said to Lingyao: "Lingyao, what do you think?"

Lingyao bit her lip and said: "He looks quite pitiful. Besides, he didn't seem to do anything when he arrested me. The other bastards, including Song Zhong, wanted to belittle me. But he kept standing Don't talk in the corner."

Lu Fan probably understood what Lingyao meant.

After a long time, Lu Fan said: "Xiao Hei, lock him up with that old guy. Discard his limbs and throw him into the woodshed."

After finishing speaking, Lu Fan glanced at Thirteen, and added: "It's up to you whether you live or die. If you have anything else to tell me, please do so as soon as possible. Your sect master, I will Find out who it is."

Thirteen lowered his head, still not speaking.

Xiao Hei jumped off Lu Fan's shoulder, dragged Shisan along, and threw him directly into the small woodshed.

After all this last night, Xiao Hei smiled obsequiously at Lu Fan, and touched his round belly.

Lu Fan smiled and said, "I'm hungry, go get something to eat."

Xiao Hei looked around and ran straight into Lingyao's small kitchen.

Speaking of food, Lingyao seemed to have suddenly remembered something, dragged Lu Fan out and said, "Lu Fan, come with me."

Lu Fan didn't understand what Lingyao was going to do, but he followed Lingyao anyway.

After leaving the house, Lingyao rushed into a dilapidated house next door.

If the place where Lingyao lives is already considered a slum, then here, it is considered to be a few more logs than the street.

"Grandma, I'm back."

Lingyao yelled softly and came to the bedside.

Lu Fan glanced, and immediately saw an old woman lying on the bed, slowly opening her eyes.

"Lingyao, you're back."

Tears were dripping from the corners of the old woman's eyes, and Lu Fan stood by and watched quietly.

Lingyao quickly took out a few pills for the old woman to eat, then turned her head and said, "Lu Fan, this is the mother-in-law who brought me up. My last relative."

Lu Fan smiled and nodded, stepped forward and called "Mother-in-law."

The old woman nodded with a smile. At this moment, Lu Fan suddenly saw the slightly blackened right hand of the old woman.

Immediately, Lu Fan frowned.

This kind of black made him suddenly ring the palm of his master.