wicked immortal

"No one escaped?" Zhao Yuan asked with a heavy heart.

"When I came, the Baihua Building had already started to catch fire. At that time, the fire had not completely burned up, and I could vaguely see... I saw... I saw..."

"See what?" Zhao Yuan felt endless fear in Taoist Priest Tianji's eyes.

"Seeing the flames at the door seemed to be alive, they fluttered left and right, hunting and flying, and sealed the gate of Baihualou like an elf... And... and... I also heard a faint shriek coming from inside the Baihualou The screams... At that time, I was very scared, I didn't dare to get close, I hid quickly, and I didn't dare to come out until there were more and more people watching. I only know so much about the specific situation..."

Next, Zhao Yuan asked for some details in detail.

Obviously, this was a planned massacre. None of the girls in Baihualou escaped. Apart from being killed, they were buried in the sea of ​​flames. No one was spared.

Not only the girls of Baihualou were killed in the sea of ​​flames, but also many guests who stayed in Baihualou were also beheaded by the fat man in white robe.

There is no doubt that this is a group of super masters.

You know, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Baihualou, and many of the guests themselves are masters, and many of them are cultivators. Since those people can kill everyone, it is enough to show that they are all rare masters.

Who are they?

Why did they burn Baihualou?

Zhao Yuan didn't think it was a competition between some colleagues. After all, Baihualou was a centipede that was dead but not stiff. It would not be easy for colleagues in the imperial capital to uproot the He family. Moreover, the risks involved were too great. If there is no way to eradicate the grass, the He family's follow-up revenge will be extremely terrifying.

The He family has worked hard in the imperial capital for decades, and it has become popular in the Great Qin Empire. It can be said that it is deeply rooted. Although He Zixiong is dead, it does not mean that the He family has no power to fight back. Dare to provoke the He family easily, because the He family at this time is like a nervous hedgehog, and will do everything in its power to retaliate against any disturbance...

……

After asking about the tentative destination of Taoist Priest Tianji, Zhao Yuan decided to go to the He family.

According to Taoist Tianji, He Ling should have been buried in the sea of ​​flames, but Zhao Yuan still had a chance.

If he wanted to confirm whether He Ling had died, the best way was to go to the He family.

At this time, just after the cock crowing time, it entered dawn, and the sky was still dark.

Taking advantage of the night, Zhao Yuan rushed to the He family's mansion at high speed.

The wind lamp hanging at the entrance of the He family mansion was still on, fluttering and emitting a faint light.

When Zhao Yuan walked to the gate of the He family's mansion, he suddenly felt extremely dangerous, as if there was a carnivorous beast lurking in the darkness, ready to attack and hurt people at any time.

Zhao Yuan gave up the idea of ​​knocking on the door to enter, walked around outside the wall of the back garden of the He family's mansion, held his breath, activated the spiritual energy, and forcibly stepped into the garden with his body.

Zhao Yuan didn't dare to fly with the sword, because with Zhao Yuan's ability to fly with the sword, he couldn't hide his whereabouts, and when he met a master, he would immediately reveal his original shape.

Tranquility!

Zhao Yuan's whole body melted into the darkness. His feet, like cats with thick pads, moved swiftly and swiftly without making the slightest sound.

Gradually, Zhao Yuan approached the main building of the He family mansion.

At this moment, the main building of the He family mansion was brightly lit. However, what made people feel weird was that there was no one in the house that was supposed to be crowded with servants, revealing an extremely gloomy atmosphere, which made people feel creepy. .

Zhao Yuan stood under the shadow of a big tree, and his spiritual thoughts spread little by little. When the spiritual thoughts entered the building, Zhao Yuan couldn't help being startled.

In the huge living room, there were dozens of big men in black clothes. Zhao Yuan counted roughly, there were at least 40 people.

More than 40 big men in black clothes surrounded a big fat man in a white robe. The big fat man sat on a huge carved wooden chair, like a huge mountain of meat, with an aura of looking down on the world.

Beneath the fat man in white robes, dozens of people knelt down in a large black area. On the ground, there were many bloody and mutilated corpses. There was a strong smell of blood in the air...

……

In the living room of nearly a hundred people, no one spoke, and a needle could be heard, filled with suffocating depression.

"How did the two envoys die?" The fat man in white robes was slowly trimming his nails with a pair of golden scissors. Although he was asking softly, his voice was filled with icy cold air. Inexplicable heart palpitations.

"I don't know how many times I've said, I don't know how they died, and even, I don't know who the envoy is. Even if you kill me, I can't answer your question." He Ling said with a pair of His flaming eyes were fixed on the fat man in white robe.

"It seems that you really don't know." The fat man in white robe showed a hint of disappointment on his face.

"I don't know." He Ling replied firmly.

"Okay, I'll give you one last chance. As long as you can answer, I will reward you with a dead body." The soft voice of the white-robed man sent chills down the spine.

He Ling gritted her teeth tightly. She knew that death was inevitable today, and now she could only hope that she would not suffer those inhuman tortures before she died.

"Who is Zhao Yuan?" The fat man in white robe asked suddenly after contemplating for a moment.

"Ah..." He Ling didn't expect the big fat man in white robe to ask Zhao Yuan, and he was shocked.

"Hehe, it seems that you know Zhao Yuan." A slight smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the big fat man in white robe, and he stopped trimming his nails, staring at He Ling with only a gap in his eyes, and shot out Her feminine gaze made He Ling's scalp tingle.

"I don't know!" He Ling stiffened his neck, his face was unyielding.

"Hehe, is this your brother?"

The fat man in white robe stood up slowly, walked to a teenage child, stretched out a pair of white and fat hands, and gently stroked the child's face, showing an obscene smile on his face.

"Don't touch him!" Seeing the fear in his younger brother's eyes, He Ling screamed piercingly.

"My lord, I just want to touch him, what can you do! Hee hee, he's delicate and tender..." The fat man in the white robe held up the chin of He Ling's younger brother, and his white and fat fingers lightly slid across, sending out a series of An eerie smile.

"Let go of him, I say!" He Ling said bitterly.

"That's right, that's the good boy." The fat man in white robe reluctantly touched He Ling's younger brother, then went back to the huge carved chair and sat down.

"Zhao Yuan is the only survivor of the Jiangnan Zhao family massacre."

"Jiangnan Zhao's Wumen tragedy... Hey... Does anyone remember?" The fat man in white robe was stunned, thought for a moment, and seemed to have no impression, and glanced around at the strong men in black.

"Report to the God Envoy, Hua Toutuo carried out the extermination of the Zhao family in the south of the Yangtze River. We don't know the specific situation, but according to Hua Toutuo's report, Jiangnan has been wiped out and there are no survivors." A burly man took a step forward, He bowed humbly.