One pound of meat equals one attribute point

"Gudong!" Luo Shuang swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

We are practicing martial arts, big brother, you are cultivating immortality.

Su Heng came back to his senses from his reverie, looked down at her, and then turned around and looked at the people behind him.

The elders who were resting in the village just now were also attracted by the exaggerated fluctuations caused by the battle.

Zhou Guiyu, Luo Shuang, Wang Xinlong, and two deputy commanders who were on missions outside.

There were about 40 to 50 elders in front of him.

In addition to the disciples and deacons who stayed in the Demon Suppression Division and other places, they were all the forces under Su Heng.

"Master Commander!" Wang Xinlong looked serious and clasped his fists towards Su Heng, "I don't know if you have any arrangements next."

Some other elders who came later didn't know what happened just now.

But from Wang Xinlong's expression and the fluctuations caused by the battle, they could roughly guess.

What's more.

Many of the people here were brought out by Su Heng from the Demon Suppression Division.

Most of them knew about Su Heng's true strength.

The Demon Suppression Division, this kind of violent organization is still based on strength. Su Heng's strength is here, and there is no big problem with his character and birth. Naturally, he can convince the crowd, and even many of them look at Su Heng with a hint of fanaticism.

This is due to his strong strength.

Su Heng hesitated for a moment and did not give his answer immediately.

This is the first order he has issued since he succeeded the Demon Suppression Division, which is still a bit commemorative.

Looking at Li Daoxuan standing there, his body has completely lost its vitality, Su Heng raised his eyebrows, and he had an idea in his mind in an instant.

"What is the crime of the Hong family colluding with demons and assassinating important officials of the court?" Su Heng asked in a deep voice.

"The whole family will be executed." Wang Xinlong grinned and quickly agreed.

"That's right!" Su Heng nodded slightly, a hint of bloodthirsty murderous intent flashed across his face, "Then, there's no need to wait any longer. This Dusi intends to take action now, who among you is willing to go with me!"

"I am willing to go with Dusi!" Wang Xinlong shouted, the first to answer.

Then Zhou Guiyu and Luo Shuang, two deputy Dusi, followed with a stern look. Then came many elders, all new and old grudges were settled, plus the strong strength that Su Heng had just shown as a guarantee. The atmosphere was instantly ignited, like a raging fire boiling oil, and the response was like a cloud, and the noise went straight to the sky!

"We are willing to go with Dusi! Go through fire and water, and die without hesitation!"

"Good!" This scene of one call and a hundred responses also made Su Heng feel quite refreshed.

"How to deal with Dusi Li Daoxuan's body?" An elder in the crowd asked in a low voice.

"Take them with you!" Su Heng waved his hand and laughed heroically, "When this old man was alive, he was an enemy of the Hong family for a hundred years. Now that he is dead, I will send the entire Hong family to the road together, so that he won't be too bored in the underworld."

"Hahaha!" Wang Xinlong laughed with tears in his eyes, "Master will definitely be very happy to see that bastard Hong Jiuxiang in the afterlife."

"Let's go!" Su Heng's murderous intent boiled in his heart, and he said no more.

He jumped up, his robe fluttering, tearing the air, and his body soared up. The other elders of the Demon Suppression Division followed closely behind him.

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In the magnificent reception room of the Hong family's earthen fortress.

There were colorful lights and smoke from the stove.

In the middle of the hall, a large red carpet stretched from the door to the main seat above.

Behind the screens on both sides of the main seat, the sound of lingering and pleasant stringed instruments came. A young dancer in a light red gauze skirt with a graceful and beautiful figure was dancing to the tune.

On both sides of the carpet were the elders of the family, and even a few demons were mixed in, joining in the fun to attend the celebration banquet held by Hong Jiuxiang. At this time, three rounds of wine had been served and five dishes had been served. Several elders were excited and their faces were red, and the atmosphere seemed to be very excited.

"Li Daoxuan, the big trouble, has finally been eliminated. From now on, Baihua County will be decided by our family."

On the seat.

An elder with a broad figure and open chest.

There was a black mole on his face with three hairs on it. He raised his wine glass and raised it to the main seat from a distance, "I toast to the head of the family!"

This elder was named Hong Ao, the guardian elder of the Hong family, and his strength was quite strong.

He made a lot of contributions in the fight yesterday, and tore several powerful enemies into pieces with a big knife.

On the main seat, Hong Jiuxiang was also stroking his long beard.

With a faint smile on his face, he picked up the bronze wine bottle on the seat with two fingers, raised it, touched it in the air, and took a sip.

Hong Ao smiled generously, raised his head and drank the strong wine in the cup.

He also looked around the empty wine cup to everyone, which brought a burst of laughter from many elders present, and the atmosphere was pushed to a new level again.

At this moment.

On a secret door at the back of the living room.

A young servant walked in with a hunched back.

The servant squatted beside Hong Jiuxiang, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered a few words to Hong Jiuxiang.

I don’t know what this person said, just a few simple words. The smile on Hong Jiuxiang’s face suddenly withdrew, and his expression was solemn. Even the palm of his hand stroking his long beard on his chin stopped moving, but hung in the air.

“Is this true?” Hong Jiuxiang asked softly with a solemn expression.

"Of course I take it seriously!" The servant nodded hurriedly, looking a little frightened.

"Master, Li Daoxuan's biggest worry has been solved. I wonder what happened next?" Hong Jiuxiang's self-restraint was very good. After realizing that he had lost his composure, he immediately adjusted his expression. But he was still noticed by the people present, and an elder of the Song family immediately asked.

"Nothing serious."

Hong Jiuxiang waved his hand, and the servant bowed and left without making a sound.

In the banquet hall, Hong Jiuxiang, who was sitting on the main seat, regained his composure again, chuckled and said, "It's an old friend of mine. He was injured too badly last night. I'm afraid he can't be saved now. I have to apologize and leave first to see him for the last time."

"Sorry!" After saying that, Hong Jiuxiang raised the wine bottle, drank it all, stood up and clasped his fists to the elders present, and then turned around and left slowly.

"Master Hong Jiuxiang is really affectionate and righteous. No wonder so many people follow him wholeheartedly."

The other elders sighed.

Only a few people frowned slightly, and found something unusual in Hong Jiuxiang.

But they couldn't tell what was wrong. After thinking for a long time, they couldn't figure it out, so they could only give up for the time being.

The others echoed and talked a few words.

But after Hong Jiuxiang left, the atmosphere of the banquet was inevitably much lower.

At this moment, Elder Hong Ao, who had just taken the initiative to speak up, suddenly stared at Murong Hanshuang, who was sitting in the corner with a gloomy face and drinking alone.

"Murong Dusi..." Hong Ao said with a smile.

"Who are you?" Murong Hanshuang raised his head. At this time, the two words Dusi sounded a little harsh in his ears.

"I am Hong Ao, the guardian elder of the Hong family. It doesn't matter if Murong Dusi doesn't know me."

"Elder Hong Ao." Murong Hanshuang nodded.

The other elders heard the conversation between the two and looked over with a look of fun. Murong Hanshuang, who was sitting in a remote position, suddenly became the focus of the banquet. This atmosphere made him smell something unusual, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

As expected -

Hong Ao joked in a joking tone, "I have one thing I don't understand."

"Was Murong Dusi's mother killed by a ghost or by Li Daoxuan?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Murong Hanshuang's face was slightly unhappy when his wound was exposed and salt was sprinkled on him. But now he had to bow his head under the eaves, so Murong Hanshuang could only suppress his anger and didn't get angry.

"I'm just curious, why not tell me." Hong Ao laughed, and others also echoed him with a mentality of watching the fun.

For a while, the banquet hall was noisy.

Being teased like this, Murong Hanshuang was also angry.

His face turned from white to blue, and then from blue to red. Finally, he slammed the table and shouted angrily, "Why, you think this is funny."

"Hahaha, it's the first time I've seen someone use his deceased mother as a shield. Of course it's funny! It's so funny, don't you think so?" Hong Ao leaned back, laughing and spitting, enjoying himself.

"You!" Murong Hanshuang's eyes instantly became bloodshot and red, and his left hand clenched into a fist.

However, before he could do anything, a sharp look fell on him, making his neck cold and afraid to act rashly.

Murong Hanshuang turned his head stiffly and looked in the direction of the look.

But he saw on the other side, closest to the main seat, a short man with a terrible scar on his face and a black face with teeth showing, looking at him with a fake smile. This man's name is Hong Peng, an elder who teaches skills, and his strength is only lower than that of Hong Jiuxiang and his son.

"Don't forget whose territory you are in." Hong Peng sneered.

Murong Hanshuang seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water, and his fiery anger calmed down in the cold reality.

He lowered his head, his hair fell, and drank a glass of wine. The wine worth thousands of gold, fell into his throat, and it was slightly bitter.

"I was just asking you a question, why are you pretending to be deaf!" Hong Peng slapped the table and shouted.

Murong Hanshuang's shoulders trembled, his face flushed, but he still lowered his head and gritted his teeth, "My mother was killed by a fierce ghost."

"Hahaha!" Hong Ao patted his belly and laughed.

Pointing at Murong Hanshuang with a stubby finger with a gold ring, he said, "I said, this kid is lying. I said this guy is really a piece of shit. If his mother knew about it, she would jump up and slap him!"

"He is a great contributor..." someone said sarcastically.

"But then again, didn't the Bat King go after the defeated group of the Demon Suppression Division? Why hasn't he come back yet?" Some elders also felt that the atmosphere was a little strange and wanted to change the topic, looking at another person on the seat.

It's a bit inaccurate to say that it's a person.

This "person" is like an iron tower, nearly three meters tall, and covered with gray-black iron armor.

A closer look reveals that the iron armor actually grew out of the flesh, layer upon layer, and it turned out to be a huge monster with the body of a pangolin. This is the last of the seven demon kings of the Heavenly Demon Alliance, ranked fifth, and known as the most defensive iron-armored demon king - Tielong!

"The Bat King likes to torture his prey slowly. The Demon Suppression Division has so many elites, enough for him to play for a while." Tielong spoke in a muffled voice, and then stopped talking.

"The group of people in the Demon Suppression Division deserved to fall into the hands of the Bat King." Hong Ao couldn't help laughing when he thought of the bloody scene.

Bang!

At this moment, the banquet hall shook violently.

Hong Ao sobered up instantly. He looked up and looked around, wondering, "What's going on? Is there an earthquake?"