Some people are heroes, and some people seek fame and fame.

Of course, you can't sum up everything about a person in a few words or one sentence. After all, life changes with various circumstances.

There are corpses everywhere in a luxurious manor in a certain county. Blood and rainwater flow from the dog hole into the river outside the wall. There is a girl in white standing in front of a low-level monk on the stone bridge in the back garden. Her cultivation in the middle stage of Qi refining is considered a master in the secular world.

However, at this time, he had disheveled hair and no image of him kneeling down to beg for mercy.

"Tell me where your last family is."

"I……"

The monk hesitated, and suddenly his collar was lifted up, and he faced directly into those terrifying eyes that were emitting a faint red light...

Bai Yujun found it very interesting that a group of low-level martial arts masters, low-level monks, squires, scholars, or tomb robbers, with low strength, dared to plan a powerful Jiao. Things that even the masters of Jindan Yuanying did not dare to think of, these people actually plotted for many years.

I really don’t know whether to admire them or despise them.

There is no threat, and the small tricks behind the scenes are like a chicken and a dog in the face of absolute strength, vulnerable.

Open your cherry mouth to reveal sharp fangs!

"No...don't eat me...please spare me..."

Sneer, a sneer from the bottom of my heart.

"I don't know whether I should praise you or despise you. I am a Nascent Soul monster. I can call up the clouds and rain and stir up the thunder of the nine heavens. I can flow into the rivers and lakes and set off huge waves. You, a group of rats, dare to secretly damage my reputation, haha

, I was wondering if I should pay monks to kill you, but I prefer to do it myself."

"I...I was just confused for a moment..."

"Confused? No, no, no, you are not confused at all. You actually know how to use everyone's words to try to harm my way. Fortunately, I am no longer afraid of the human race's words and deeds. There is nothing you can do about me."

"Yes...why do you care about this little trick when you are so powerful..."

The monk was scared to death. He still had several decades to live and didn't want to die here. If he had known this, why bother in the first place? It would have been better if he had not interfered with this matter.

"Of course I care. Now please tell me who your last family is and where it is. If you tell it, you will live. If you don't tell it, you will die. This is a single-choice question."

"I……"

He was very entangled. Everyone has his own pride and persistence in his heart, but when faced with life and death, he would waver. He wanted to be strong but couldn't. All the benefits of living flashed through his heart. Pride and persistence constantly reminded him that he should be loyal.

The oath passed through my mind over and over again...

My whole body was covered in sweat, my fists clenched and unclenched.

Sometimes he really wished that he could be brave enough to be killed by the evil dragon with dignity, but he didn't want to die. Luxurious houses with delicious food and beauties kept passing before his eyes, so that he could only live to enjoy young and beautiful beauties who could drink wine and eat meat.

"well……"

"I said, they are all at the Li family in Wuhai City..."

After saying this sentence, I felt as if I had lost all my strength. I felt overwhelmed with guilt and cursed myself secretly. I never thought that one day I would do something treacherous. How sad!

Bai Yujun smiled, bent down and knelt, and pushed straight up to the sky with a whooshing sound.

On the stone bridge in the garden, the monks knelt down and howled...

"I'm a waste, I'm sorry for you..."

"But I really don't want to die..."

"The white dragon is too powerful and cannot be fought..."

He was looking for reasons for himself and cried heartbreakingly. A man in his forties or fifties was crying loudly because he was timid and cowardly, blaming himself. It was also because from today on, he was no longer the righteous man he was before.

, but a villain, a traitor, and a pathetic person.

In the sky, a stream of light went straight to Wuhai City.

Night falls.

On a cold moonlit night, a lone lamp under the eaves of the street corner illuminates the drizzle.

The eaves provide shelter from the rain. Bai Yujun sits in front of the shop with the guqin lying horizontally, carefully adjusting the music. The light rain tonight is suitable for playing the guqin. I haven't played the piano for a long time and some of the strings are not in tune, so I have to adjust it slowly.

There are only a few lanterns on the street, and the pale candlelight of the overhead lanterns barely illuminates the stone road. Opposite is a wealthy family, with the two characters "Li Mansion" written on the plaque on the top of the door.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, and a carriage was slowly approaching, with a lantern swaying in front of the carriage.

Famine is a necessity for the rich. If you don't delay eating, drinking and having fun, you might even make a lot of money. Nightlife is inseparable from brothels, brothels and gambling houses. Life must be full of fun. If you don't go to a brothel to drink flowers and wine and taste new things during the long night, you can still do it.

What's more, do you think you are fat, ugly and have a yellow face at home?

In the carriage, the wealthy man was lying down, savoring the experience, squinting his eyes slightly and smiling.

The sound of the piano sounded in the night for no reason...

The sound of the piano is like the tinkling of spring water, which is pleasant to the ears and soothing to the heart.

Bai Yujun strummed the strings once and then continued to adjust, twisting back and forth to find the feeling, and then playing again, pricking up his ears to carefully distinguish the details of the sound. Of course, he must do his best in everything he does.

The wealthy man was curious about who was playing the piano in the middle of the night, and he felt that it was playing more beautifully than the brothel courtier.

Get off the car and prepare to go home.

The sound of the piano sounded again, as if someone was playing the piano behind me. When I wanted to look back and see who it was, I suddenly noticed from the corner of my eyes that the stone pile in front of the door seemed to be cut diagonally by some sharp blade...

Half of the stone pile fell to the ground and the cut was smooth. How is this possible?

The old servant drove the carriage slowly away to park in the backyard. He did not notice that the owner of the house was standing at the door with a frightened expression. The old horse's lantern swayed farther and farther away, and the sound of the piano tinkled behind him. The old servant felt that there was something wrong.

Rich people just have too much time to do, and playing and singing is not fun at all. It is not as interesting as those who play trumpets and sing dirty jokes during weddings and funerals in the village.

The wealthy man slowly raised his foot to knock on the door. Suddenly, the door knocker made by the best blacksmith in the city shattered!

The broken door knocker whirled and fell to the ground beside him. After playing it twice, it became completely silent. The unique sound of tuning strings came from behind again. He wanted to push the door open with all his strength, but he didn't dare to move...

Turn around and look in the direction of the sound of the piano.

Under the pale lantern, there is a girl with long hair in white sitting upright, lowering her head and busy.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Bai Yujun didn't raise his head or speak, and concentrated on playing the guqin. When the guqin was played again, the man was about to die. Before that, it was his last time.

The rich man smiled miserably, opened his arms and closed his eyes.

The piano sounds.

The shadow cast by the man on the wall suddenly split into two parts...

Bai Yujun stood up, hugged the guqin and left. The figure in the white dress with long hair gradually disappeared at the end of the dim street. The rest of the people were not in the Li Mansion. The man from the Li Mansion just now smelled like a low-level monk from before. The two of them had obviously been in constant contact, and there was still something on the horse.

It smells like a brothel. The brothel is most likely a gathering place. If we go and see now, we might be able to catch a few of them. Human characteristics rarely move after dark and cannot escape.

Arriving in front of the brothel, the infrared sensor was fully turned on, as if x-rays penetrated the wood and painted the brothel into a three-dimensional image to search for abnormalities.

Finally, we locked in a dozen or so energetic martial arts practitioners and low-level monks. There must be something bad with so many masters gathering in a hidden room in the corner. You will know if you are the target if you smell it. I want to join more like-minded people.
Chapter completed!