Fatty Han continued to speak, his voice complex:

"Lü Rong came to see me."

Zhou Jia frowned.

"I know you saved them and told them not to go out. Lu Rong only came to say goodbye and didn't say anything else. I also promised her to keep it a secret." Fatty Han sighed:

"I received news some time ago that the team led by Lu Rong and Chen Hui encountered a wave of beasts. I'm afraid... something unexpected has happened."

Zhou Jia was silent.

He knew that the two women's trip was very dangerous, but he didn't expect that bad news would come out so soon.

"Do you remember Situ Lei?" Fatty Han took a deep breath and continued:

"He's dying too."

"He accepted Wang Baolin as his disciple, and promised to leave his inheritance and residence in the inner city to Wang Baolin after his death. The requirement was to observe mourning for him for three years, and not to have anything to do with the Ichthyosaur Society in the future."

Finally, he explained:

"Situ Lei's mother died because of the Fish and Dragon Society, so he has always hated the Fish and Dragon Society, and he and Wei Tou are at odds with each other."

"Ah!"

Fatty Han chuckled softly, his eyes blurred, and his voice was confused:

"Old friends are dying one after another..."

outside the house.

The cold wind howled and the rain fell like a curtain, and the two people in the house fell into silence.

"Let's go!"

Fatty Han waved:

"Yesterday, a team left Huojiabao and headed for Hongze Territory. There are several ninth-grade masters in it. We should be able to catch up now."

"Maybe in a few years, I can be as cruel as Wei Tou, but now..."

"We came here together after all."

"Let's go!"

"Don't come back again."

"snort!"

A cold snort interrupted his emotion. Two men with almost identical looks appeared in the room and looked at them coldly.

"Fatty Han, I know you are unreliable!"

"You just deliberately made trouble for us and drove us away, just to let him go?"

"Thankfully we reacted quickly, otherwise he would have escaped!"

The two of them were talking to each other, but it was as if they were talking together. There was no pause between words. They stared at Fatty Han and said:

"Do you know that everyone knows that you are a member of Deacon Wei, and so does he? If you let Zhou go, who will Master Cheng vent to?"

"It's okay if you want to die, just don't hurt us!"

Fatty Han's face turned pale.

Zhou Jia tilted his head and asked:

"who are they?"

"We are the twin soul boys of the Luke family." Someone said.

"He is also the one who wants your life." Another person said.

"Are you doing it yourself?" The two of them said together:

"Or should we send you on your way?"

"Twin soul boys?" Zhou Jia nodded:

"I see."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the scene. The next moment, he was behind the two of them, holding their heads down one by one with his big hands.

His hands suddenly came together.

"Peng!"

The two heads collided with everything, like two broken watermelons, and all kinds of red, white, blood, and brain matter flew out.

Zhou Jia let go.

"Plop!"

Two corpses collapsed to the ground.

"You..." Fatty Han was stunned:

"You killed them?"

He knew very well the strength of the twin soul boys Luke, a templar warrior with extraordinary talents, who knew the magic of Fein's world and the martial arts of the Dalin Dynasty.

It is not difficult for the two of them to join forces and kill the seventh grade.

now.

Was he killed by Zhou Jia so easily?

The scene in front of him made Fatty Han's eyes blurred, and he almost suspected that he was hallucinating.

"Obviously." Zhou Jia's voice was cold and he looked sideways at the screen:

"Deacon Wei, is it time for you to come out too?"

"Why!"

Behind the screen, a figure swayed, and a man suddenly appeared at the door, blocking Zhou Jia's retreat, and shook his head gently towards the two of them:

“Unexpected!”

Deacon Wei’s audio recording expressed emotion:

"I always thought, Fatty Han, that you were someone who would do great things. I didn't expect you to be so naive. I have told you a long time ago that in order to achieve great things, a woman's kindness is necessary."

"What's even more surprising to me..."

He looked at Zhou Jia with solemn eyes:

"It's you, Zhou Jia!"

"You are so young, you have only been in the ruin world for only two years, but you are already at the seventh level, and what you have learned is so solid."

"I'm curious, how did you do it?"

"Luck." Zhou Jia raised his eyes:

"Didn't Deacon Wei also say that I am a lucky star?"

"Huh!" Wei Zhixing's eyes narrowed:

"I never believe in the so-called luck. You are indeed hiding deep, but now you have no weapons in your hands. How can you fight me with your bare hands?"

He shook the spear in his hand.

"Peng!"

The energy surged like a roaring wind.

"Eighth grade!"

Zhou Jia's eyes flashed:

"Deacon Wei, you have hidden deep enough. No wonder you are regarded as a confidant by the third elder."

"Not bad!" Wei Zhixing nodded:

"Wei's success today is all due to the support of the third elder. But I'm more curious about what happened to you. Don't tell me it was luck."

"Tell me the secret of how your strength has improved so quickly, and I will consider letting you go!"

"Heh..." Zhou Jia chuckled:

"Deacon Wei, are you that naive?"

"It doesn't matter." Wei Zhixing's eyes narrowed:

"If I take you down, I can torture you out."

"Buzz..."

Before he finished speaking, the spear in his palm had already lit up the sky with cold light, and it was falling towards Zhou Jia.

Zhou Jia's strength was indeed beyond his expectation, but whether he had weapons or not made a huge difference to a warrior.

Just like himself.
To be continued...