Chapter 149 – Xin Zhuo’s Grave
Chapter 149 – Xin Zhuo’s Grave
After all, she didn’t wait until the young pawn was twenty years old.
Xin Zhuo’s age was fixed at seventeen.
She couldn’t do what she had promised Uncle.
Big Uncle is extinct! Little Boss is dead!
If I had known, I should not have caused any trouble. It would have been better for me to take my young master and find a beautiful place to live in seclusion.
She doesn’t hate Little Boss anymore.
Her tears could not help but slide down, and she simply fell on her knees, crying out in pain.
“Sister Ying’er, don’t be like this!” Han Qiniang comforted while crying out along with her.
Murong Hugh several people sighing and sighing, their eyes also red, follow the big pawn of those days, what is the scenery, now ……
Right at this moment, an excited shout came from the bottom of the mountain: “People of the Volsung Walled City, come down and suffer death!”
The voice is sharp and piercing.
This voice was familiar, Black Wind Walled City Lord Wang Bodhisattva.
I don’t know if it’s a nickname or his real name, the seventh grade martial artist Wang Bodhisattva, since the people of Fufeng Walled Village planted their flag here, he led his men and didn’t stop attacking, even crazier than the Hungry Wolf Walled Village in the beginning.
Black Wind Walled Village has more than three hundred thieves and bandits, but the high level of combat power is very weak, only Wang Bodhisattva is so cunning that he can’t even be caught.
The six people immediately got up, their faces turning cold –
Let’s use this group of vermin to make a sacrifice to the Big Boss!
Sweeping to the edge of the mountain, they looked down with a murderous aura.
There weren’t many people coming down the mountain, except for the Black Wind Walled City’s Lord, Bodhisattva Wang, there were only five people on the side.
Murong Huo several people couldn’t help but glance at each other, somewhat surprised that there were familiar people among them.
Among those five people stood Sun Wu, Wang Hulu and the original proprietor of Golden Hook Gambling House in Fufeng City, Sun Da Donkey.
Hell knows how these three assholes got here?
Cui Ying’er and Murong Huo looked at the other two on the side again, their faces changing slightly.
A middle-aged fat woman with a cold face, like anyone owed her money.
A brocade-clothed, vertically-crowned youth with a cockney look, coldly looking up, his eyes a little strange when he saw Cui Ying’er and Han Qiniang.
These two were both Sixth Grade experts.
Sixth grade!
“Fellow travelers of Voltron Mountain, I am not talented and have invited an expert to come, I would like to see how you can resist.” Wang Bodhisattva had excitement written all over his sword-striped face as he looked to the five people to the side, “Everyone, make your move!”
The five didn’t make a sound, Sun Wu obviously also recognized Cui Ying’er’s several people, his face showed surprise, rushed the next male to cupped his fists and said, “Lord Shangguan, these people are the men of Xin Zhuo on that jianghu’s hunting order!”
Sun Da Donkey also said in a deep voice: “That’s right! These people are Xin Zhuo that dog thief’s mountain bandits minions, in the past in the Fulong Mountain flaunts, really is the abomination to the extreme!”
Shangguan Jingyi’s originally interested face, instantly serious down, the third senior brother Song Dongxi is said to have been ruined, the eldest senior brother Xue Huaiwei has also been hit by Xin Zhuo’s poison, how can this revenge not be repaid?
With his hands behind his back, he slowly walked towards the mountain peak.
The fat woman next to her also followed closely, she is a member of the Du family, the Du family’s disciple Chen Jing has suffered a loss, and the eldest son Du Nine Years is still unknown whether he is alive or dead.
Wang Bodhisatta became more and more excited: “Cui Ying’er, why do you think Laozi keeps attacking the Volsung Walled City, Laozi has been eyeing you for a long time.”
Said cupped fists and saluted: “Everyone, Cui Ying’er stays, Wang Mou is obsessed with her fox eyes and cold strength for a long time!”
No one paid any attention, Shangguan Jingyi’s aura of a Sixth Grade Martial Artist climbed step by step, giving off a great pressure.
Murong Hugh several people’s faces tightened, step by step backward, Han Qiniang pulled Cui Ying’er who had not yet moved : “Sister Ying’er, not necessarily beat, there is a cave in the back of the mountain, hide first!”
Cui Ying’er still hasn’t moved, coldly looking at Shangguan Jingyi’s men: “Is Xin Zhuo dead or alive?”
Shangguan Jingyi didn’t have the heart to reply.
The Du Family’s experts, too, did not have the heart to speak.
Cui Ying’er let out a breath and was about to give up her pursuit and step back when she raised her eyes and saw the Grand Master. Sitting on a flatbed truck, eating a huge roasted leg of lamb with Xiao Huang, Big Dangjia not only didn’t die, but seemed to have gained a bit of weight.
Just behind him followed a group of dark and cold looking martial arts experts.
She couldn’t help but be stunned.
Behind her, Murong Huo and the others also froze in place, subconsciously gulping and rubbing their eyes.
The good news was that the big boss was surprisingly not dead!
The bad news is, what are those people behind? Kidnapped the big boss?
Xin Zhuo at the bottom of the mountain froze for a while as well, even looking in all directions, he had brought his people over the mountain, and he had just come across this kind of thing? Coincidence or the three families had insight into their route and designed it?
Shangguan Jingyi, the Du family woman and Sun Wu’s group naturally saw the crowd below, and for a moment they were drenched in cold sweat.
Over a hundred experts, most of them at a higher realm than them, suddenly popped out?
Soon, they spotted Xue Huaiwei and Du Nine Years amongst the crowd.
“Eldest Senior Brother!”
“Gongzi!”
Xue Huaiwei and Du Ninian swept a glance at Cui Ying’er’s few people and immediately coughed lightly and said seriously : “Who are you all? Don’t call out indiscriminately!”
……
Shangguan Jingyi, the Du family women, Sun Wu, Sun Da Donkey, and Wang Bodhisatta had already been hung up, naked, with their hands bound and their feet not leaving the ground kind of thing.
Their bodies were covered in whip wounds, miserable.
In fact, one moment they were still preparing to kill, the next moment their lives are not guaranteed, life encounters, when really make them confused.
Simple gathering hall, has set up a table of chicken, fish, meat and eggs, only seven people and a dog sitting around a group of Volsung Zhai.
Han Qiniang’s eyes flashed with excitement: “Big Boss is so powerful now, so many experts have been subdued, even more powerful than when they were at Volsung Mountain!”
Cui Ying’er slapped her and turned a smile : “I wonder how much the big boss has suffered.”
“I can’t say, I sat on a flatbed truck all the way, and my butt hurts from being turned upside down.”
Xin Zhuo put down his chopsticks and looked through the window at the lonely grave outside, the more he looked, the more it stung his eyes: “Can you take off the mourning scarf and push my grave? It’s creepy.”
“Haha ……” The group of people laughed loudly and hurriedly threw away the mourning scarf on their heads.
Xin Zhuo squarely said: “According to your words, the experts of the Du family and the God’s Gun Villa have gone to the Duan Yang building, and for several months, they are all there, and there has been no movement?”
“Yes!”
Murong Hugh nodded his head and said: “I quietly ran to Duan Yang building to watch for a day, and found that there are people coming in and out, I don’t know what the hell they are doing, by the way, I also found someone, guess who it is?”
Xin Zhuo pondered a little:Â “Huang Jiu Beggar?”
Murong Hugh was shocked: “Big Boss, you even know about this?”
Xin Zhuo looked at him strangely and suddenly waved his hand, the white and yellow true qi flashed away.
Murong Huo was caught off guard and fell heavily to the ground, his five organs nearly shifted, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, looking at Xin Zhuo with disbelief: “Da, Da Boss’s ……”
Cui Ying’er several people hurriedly got up, also stunned.
Xin Zhuo had already walked to Murong Huo: “Don’t desert, seal your five organs first.”
Saying this, he stretched out his hand, and with the “xxxx” pulse taking technique, he held his pulse and scrutinized it, then rolled him over, ripped off the robe on his body, and with two fingers, pressed several of his acupoints.
Only to see his back suddenly bulging, like a chrysalis wriggling, and soon a strange, shell-less snail-like, black insect bit through the skin and drilled out.
“It fell to the ground and quickly turned into a puddle of blood.
Cui Ying’er, Murong Huo several people looked at the ground in amazement, completely confused: “Where did this …… bug come from?”
Xin Zhuo face wandering, really let himself guessed, the yellow nine beggars on Murong Huo down, from this, afraid that there are many people hit.
When the grandfather in the end and they did what ulterior motive of the transaction?
“Xue Huaiwei, Du Nine Years, Tang Shizhe, Di Huaijie you come in.”
(End of chapter)