Chapter 580 It Seems that an Old Friend Came to Kill Again

Learning to shut up also means learning to stop.

Whether it is the Gu family or Baoshuju, as long as it is related to Shenmo Peak, the people in Qingshan must learn not to reach out.

Otherwise, their hands would be cut off by Zhuo Rusui just like Jian Ruyun's sword today.

You Siluo looked at Zhuo Rusui on the stage and sighed, "Even if you don't think you are from Liangwang Peak, you are not a disciple of Shenmo Peak either."

Since you are not from Shenmo Peak, why did you use such a drastic method to stand up for them.

Zhuo Rusui put down his chopsticks, picked up a wet towel and wiped his mouth, and found that the towel was a little cold. He glanced at Baoshuju's owner quietly, and said, "When senior brother Nanshan asked me to go with senior uncle Jingyang, he knew what I would do."

Ma Hua's face was cloudy and he said: "Even if you blocked him today, what should the teacher do if he comes forward?"

"If there is a day, we have no choice but to invite Lord White Ghost to come forward, and we can discuss it carefully."

It is naturally Gu Qing who can make the threat so approachable.

Ma Hua and other Liangwang Peak disciples were silent again.

In that case, unless Qingshan Benzong can invite Master Yexiao to come forward, the question is who can invite him?

The only ones who can make Qingshan guards really look after the house and protect the courtyard, and even be used as thugs... are the only people from Shenmo Peak.

Jian Ruyun stood up, wiped off the blood on the side of her face, retracted the badly damaged flying sword, stared at Zhuo Rusui and said, "One day, I will kill that sword demon."

Zhuo Rusui said sympathetically, "I wish you success."

There was a sudden commotion outside Baoshuju, as if someone knelt in front of the building and shouted something.

Ma Hua listened quietly for a moment, his expression suddenly changed, he suddenly turned to look at Gu Qing and Zhuo Rusui.

Just tonight, seven important people from Jian's family and Ma's family died respectively. Some of those people were worshipers, and some were big figures in the clan.

These years, the Jian family and the Ma family have been suppressed terribly, and their vitality has been severely damaged. Recently, they have finally ushered in a turning point. They are in the process of difficult recovery. These people are extremely important. What should they do if they suddenly encounter this catastrophe?

Ma Hua took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down and said, "It's too much for you to kill people directly!"

Jian Ruyun also knew what happened, and her eyes became extremely angry.

Gu Qing said calmly: "These days, seven members of the Gu family died, and seven members of your family also died, which is fair."

Zhuo Rusui came down from the stage, stood beside him, and suggested: "If you think it's unfair, you can also kill seven of the Yuan family in Lelang County."

Yuan Qu is a child of the Yuan Family in Lelang County and a disciple of Shenmo Peak, so this arrangement is really fair.

The problem is, Yuan Qijing is also named Yuan.

"You have crossed the line."

You Siluo looked at the two of them with a serious expression and said: "No matter who did it, the teachers will definitely ask for an explanation."

"It's not us, it's not anyone in Jingyuan, and it's not Lord White Ghost, because we don't know how to do this kind of thing, what we said just now was just angry words."

Zhuo Rusui stepped forward, patted Ma Hua on the shoulder, and said, "Maybe it's a senior from another sect who can't stand the dirty things you do."

Seeing Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing walking out of Baoshuju, a disciple of Liangwang Peak could no longer control himself and asked, "Just let them go like this?"

Ma Hua said to You Siluo: "I have found some clues, I want to go and have a look."

You Siluo understood what he meant, and reminded: "Only target that murderer, don't involve anything else."

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The Zhaixing Building is the most famous scenic spot in Shangzhou City, and it is also the tallest building. It is a must-visit place for tourists. Even Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue have been there in the past.

It's just that they didn't come to see the Star Picking Tower at that time, but stood on the top of the Star Picking Tower, looking at the brightly lit restaurant not far away.

That restaurant is a brothel, after more than 30 years, the business is still booming, it must not be easy to come to the background.

A man wearing a hat walked into the brothel, and easily gained favor with a piece of gold leaf, and even attracted the old man to receive him in person.

The guest in the hat came into the room, but he was not in a hurry to ask for a girl, food and wine, saying that he was a little hungry, so he directly asked for thirty snow-white steamed buns.

In a place like a brothel, I have seen all kinds of strange characters. As long as the hat hater is generous, not to mention watching him eat thirty steamed buns, even watching him write a novel in forty days is no problem. The old man naturally made arrangements according to his words.

The hat guest was generous, and his appetite was astonishing, but within a short time, five big steamed buns were eaten into his stomach, and he also added half a pot of strong tea.

The old man was obviously different from the old men in other brothels, because he was really old. Even with thick makeup, he couldn't hide his deep wrinkles. He was born to be able to manage this brothel. Naturally, he had some excellent skills. She watched the man in the hat silently eating steamed buns, with a sense of sympathy in his eyes.

Li hat guest saw that those small dishes were worthless dishes, he was a little surprised and admiring, and said to the old man: "This red oil fermented bean curd looks good."

The old man said with a smile: "It is said that it is a local product from the south of Yizhou City. Many people think it is good, but I can't eat it. How about two more for you?"

The hat-hatter nodded, grabbed a handful of gold leaves at will, and said, "After eating, I'll sleep for a while, so I can refresh myself before disturbing you."

The old raven put away the gold leaves without fumes, got up and said, "You rest."

It didn't take long for the red oil fermented bean curd to be brought up, and it was placed on the big fish plate, piled up extremely high, like a flaming mountain.

The bean curd guest slowly ate the mantou, the more delicious it became, and he naturally remembered the days in Baotong Buddhist Temple.

Tonglu was already dead.

He Zhan was fighting snow monsters in Baicheng, and he didn't know when he would die unexpectedly.

Tong Yan has disappeared for many years, and she might have been played to death by the people of Shenmo Peak long ago.

Then when will I be played to death by those people from Shenmo Peak?

Half of the flaming mountain made of red oil fermented bean curd collapsed, and thirty big steamed buns disappeared without incident.

The hatter drank half a pot of warm tea, took off his boots, hat, and mask, lay down on the soft bed, and began to rest with his eyes closed.

The dim light shone on the blue face, which looked very strange.

It was very easy to kill the fourteen members of the Jian family and the Ma family, and the only troublesome formations were not too difficult for him, an evil genius.

Su Ziye opened his eyes, looked at the roof and sighed.

The majestic young master of the Xuanyin Sect was once ambitious. He wanted to create a piece of the world and compete with the righteous way. At least he wanted to find a spiritual vein for the Xuanyin Sect to get rid of the predicament of thousands of years... As a result, he has now become a killer, a postman, and a dirty job supported by the Qingshan Sect.

Well, he was either raised by the Green Mountain Sect, or by Shenmo Peak, or by that person.

If he was still a little dissatisfied before, now he is very willing, even a little proud--that's real Jingyang!

Tong Yan once said that Jing Jiu has long been on top.

Now that I think about it, it's all nonsense.

Jing Jing is not at the top, so who is there?

Su Ziye took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, looked at the sentences on which he still couldn't fully understand, and felt infinite hope in his heart.

——It was like suddenly seeing a ray of morning light in the endless darkness.

The words written on the paper were Jing Jiu... no, it was the erysipelas prescription given to him by Master Jingyang. It really helped him, and the effect was amazing. The erysipelas hidden in the bone marrow and internal organs was slowly forced out, and then transformed into an aura similar to the aura of heaven and earth, which gradually spread throughout the body. Now the interval between his erysipelas attacks is getting longer and longer, the magic wheel is gradually consummating, and his strength level is advancing by leaps and bounds. He believes that neither Zhuo Rusui nor Liu Shisui is his opponent now.

Thinking about these things, Su Ziye quickly regained his energy, got up, put on his mask and hat, and called the old raven.

The old man looked at him and smiled and said, "What kind of fun do you like to play?"

Instead of asking the girl, she asked Lezi directly because she could see that this hatter was definitely not an ordinary person.

Su Ziye looked at her and smiled and said, "I like you very much, so I don't want to kill you."

The old man's smile gradually faded, his right hand was already clenched into the warning magic weapon in his sleeve, but there was no fear on his face, and he said calmly, "It's not easy to understand what the guest means."

Su Ziye said: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to ask you some things, and then do some things, but I don't want these things to be known by others."

The old man looked cold, and said: "I will naturally say what I can, otherwise I have no choice but to ask you to leave."

"About 30 years ago, there was a murder case in this brothel, and several guards were beheaded by a bloody flying sword..."

Su Ziye glanced at the old man and said, "Looking at your age, if you have been working here, you should have heard of this."

The old man stared into Su Ziye's eyes, remained silent for a long time, and asked, "Why do you know about this? What do you want to do?"

Su Ziye said: "I was entrusted by someone to come here to kill some people...Since the building is still the old building, the owner should still be the same as before?"

The old man looked down slightly, and said, "That's right, and it's a coincidence that the host just happens to be in the building today."

Su Ziye looked into her eyes quietly and said, "Then can I understand that you know exactly who I should kill?"

The old man raised his head, smoothed the hair on his sideburns lightly, as if he was still a girl, and said calmly: "Please follow me."

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Su Ziye started killing people.

He fought from the third floor to the first floor, from the front building to the backyard.

In addition to prostitutes and some handymen, almost all the guards and stewards were killed by him.

The old man followed behind him all the time.

When the owner of the brothel was killed by Su Ziye, the old man finally relaxed, almost fell to the ground, and stopped by holding on to a green tree in the yard.

She clutched her chest, tears in her eyes.

Su Ziye glanced at her, knowing that this was not sadness, but relief, and asked, "Why?"

The old man asked back, "Why do you do these things?"

Su Ziye said: "I don't know, this is someone else's request."

The old man's eyes suddenly brightened, and he said, "Can I know who that person is?"

Su Ziye said, "No."

The light in the old man's eyes gradually faded, but it didn't turn into ashes, it was just as quiet as a deep well.

Su Ziye said: "Many people have seen that you have been following me. I will send you to a place in a while, so that you can hide for a while. After a few days, I will use the money I received today to change to another place to live. I will live the rest of my life well."

The old man turned around to look at the burning brothel, and said leisurely: "I am also nearly half a hundred years old, and I have been here all my life. How can I spend the rest of my life?"