The next day, the whole capital was in an uproar.

A fire, if it's just a fire, it's nothing.

The key is the color of the fire. Anyone who sees it knows that it is not ordinary fire.

Some say it is a ghost fire, some say it is a heavenly fire, and some say it is a karmic fire.

Rumors soon spread that the place where the fire took place was Di Lu's lair, and Lao Bangzi of Xicheng saw a Di Lu being killed in the street while on patrol.

It was a man who single-handedly picked off Di Lu's lair, using a long-handled weapon.

Some people believe this rumor and some don't.

Everyone has their own reasons for believing, but the reasons for not believing are relatively unified, because the Flying Fish Guards just said some time ago that they had destroyed Di Lu's lair.

It was not until the Feiyu Guards Factory Officer issued a proclamation that the place that was burned this time was indeed the lair of Dilu Xizhuo, and a total of thirteen Dilu Xizhuo were killed.

As for the reason and process, Feiyuwei did not explain.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

The topic of Dilu's activities once again filled the streets.

"Nice job."

Xu Changshou took a sip of wine happily, patted Qin He on the shoulder, and said excitedly: "I don't know who that good man is. If I knew, I would kowtow to him three times and call him Grandpa Good Man right now."

Qin He picked up a plate of salt beans and poured it into his noodle bowl, and looked at him strangely: "I don't necessarily want a grandson like you."

"I was just making an analogy."

Xu Changshou put down his wine glass and said, "Don't you realize that just listening to this is so satisfying? The eight corpse cremators in our crematorium who died tragically are so depressed that they can rest in peace."

"Being addicted to killing is not a good thing." Qin He shook his head and picked up another plate of pickles.

"These are two different things. A strong man is hungry and eats Huns' meat, and he is laughing and talking about being thirsty and drinking the blood of Huns. This is the happiest thing in the world."

Xu Changshou shook his head speechlessly and said: "You have no culture and you don't understand. There is a saying that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Do you know who said it?"

"Who?" Qin He raised his head.

"Guess everyone, I think what you said is reasonable."

"Is the common man responsible?" Qin He tilted his head and asked, "Isn't that a curse? Old common man? Little common man?"

As he spoke, he poured another plate of soy peanuts into the noodle bowl.

"No, this man is different from the man who scolded me, it's just... Oh, forget it, you don't understand anyway. In troubled times, the capable should step forward, just like those good men and gentlemen!"

Xu Changshou gave a thumbs up, then picked up the wine glass and took another sip.

Qin He glanced at him suspiciously, lowered his head and frowned.

In three or two strokes, he had eaten half of the full bowl of noodles.

"I'm telling you..."

Xu Changshou picked up the chopsticks and said, "Hey, why are the plates empty?"

…

Liu Mansion.

Gantuji and Liu Changan sat opposite each other, their faces as gloomy as water.

Especially Gantuji, his eyes are all red.

revenge!

Revenge comes too fast and too fierce!

The front foot had just killed everyone in the East City Crematorium, and the back foot's lair was completely trampled to the ground.

The elite Bagala squad that once roamed the battlefields of Liaodong was left alone overnight.

If it weren't for his role as a liaison, he would have been burned to ashes at Liu Changan's place when the incident occurred to discuss the next action plan.

Bagala's former pride was shattered overnight.

Gantuji felt deep shame, the shame of living alone while everyone else died.

Liu Changan felt cold in his heart.

Ominous things happened one after another.

First, Liu Cang was burned to death in a crematorium for no apparent reason, and then there was a series of unexplained disappearances.

The criminal slave disappeared, Ambago disappeared, and the two warriors sent to find out the details disappeared.

Finally it was last night.

The nests were all taken away and burned to the ground, and no one escaped.

Liu Changan felt a deep sense of fear in his heart.

Because he discovered a pattern, as long as there is contact with the Shangdong City Crematorium, something will definitely happen.

After the two warriors, Liu Changan immediately stopped his efforts. Although no exact information was sent back, the disappearance was enough to explain the problem.

It is almost clear that the East City Crematorium hides a peerless master.

But... just like Ambago, there are soldiers for every general.

Reckless man!

Two days ago, Gantuji couldn't bear it anymore and sent someone to test it again without telling him.

It was successful, and all the people in Dongcheng who could be killed by corpse burning were killed, and they reported to themselves happily.

I thought it was incredible at the time, but I didn't think much about it, thinking that the Dongcheng Crematorium had just passed away.

Unexpectedly, the revenge would be so violent that the nest would be burned down with fire including everyone and the nest.

Thirteen lives and a large amount of supplies were almost uprooted.

Liu Changan can completely imagine how angry Master Aqina would be.

After sitting quietly for a long time, Liu Changan sighed, stroking his forehead and said: "The matter has come to an end. Let's quickly seek help from Lord Aqina. We are now passive. Shen Lian has returned to the capital. Feiyuwei believes that it won't take long for us to take action.

It’s easy to be attacked from both sides.”

Gantuji's rare silence seemed to agree with Liu Changan's opinion.

Not long after, a homing pigeon flew high into the sky from Liu Mansion and flew quickly to the north.

…

After breakfast, Qin He returned to the crematorium and counted the rewards he received last night.

There were thirteen corpses, nine of which were broken into pieces by someone with weapons because they used too much force. The corpses were incomplete, and there was no process of cleansing the corpses, so they were judged to "not exist", and there were no shadow puppet performances.

After calming down, Qin He naturally felt a burst of physical pain.

Be impulsive, be impulsive, impulsive is the devil.
Chapter completed!