The thoughts and images in Zhao Wujiang's mind were constantly surging. Everything was just his guess and there was no stable basis.

Just a vague patchwork of clues and bold assumptions.

What the truth is, there may be many possibilities.

There are good possibilities and there are bad possibilities.

Maybe, the moment he actually finds the remnant soul of Dong Shusheng's deceased wife based on his intuition, the truth will emerge.

The carriages clattered and the horse bells rang softly in the streets that seemed lively but were actually lonely and spooky, making the music as sweet and light as a requiem.

Walk through the streets and alleys, twisting east and west.

The carriage gradually went deep into Youdu.

More than an hour later, the carriage stopped at the entrance of an alley. There was a wooden sign hanging at the entrance that read "Xinghua Alley".

At this time, three people were chasing each other at the entrance of Xinghua Alley.

The person being chased was a rather plump woman. Her red dress had lost its usual fiery red color and became a darker red, like black blood.

Zhao Wujiang recognized at a glance that this person was none other than the Zhu Jing he had seen at the Divine Demon Sect.

This was the second time Zhao Wujiang saw Zhu Jing in Youdu.

Zhu Jing was being chased, with disbelief and despair in her eyes, and she kept muttering something in her mouth.

The person who was chasing Zhu Jing was a bookish young man with a plain appearance and not a very strong figure. He held a knife in his hand and was filled with rage as he kept slashing at Zhu Jing.

But even if the sharp and cold knife hit Zhu Jing, it did not cause any substantial damage. Instead, it penetrated through Zhu Jing's body.

I don’t know if the knife is fake or if Zhu Jing is fake.

The most important thing is that Zhao Wujiang recognized the man who was chasing Zhu Jing with a knife as the scholar Dong Ning.

The clothes he was wearing and the knife he was carrying were exactly the same as those of Xie Chensu's senior brother Ye Qianchun, except that he was not as strong and handsome as Ye Qianchun.

Behind the young man who was chasing Zhu Jing, followed a girl who was in a panic and crying with fear on her face, and kept muttering something in her mouth.

The girl looks exactly like Xie Bian's daughter Xie Chensu.

"Found it!" Xie Bi'an looked happy, and flew towards the panicked girl, trying to grab her.

But at the girl's feet, a circle of dark ripples appeared, and Xie Bi'an's figure was blocked by the man in black robe who stepped out of the ripples.

The man in black robe is handsome, with a short beard that is messy on half of his chiselled face, and a cold temperament.

"Brother Qi, let go." The man in black robe shook his head and sighed, his tone full of helplessness and pity.

Xie Bian's expression suddenly became distorted and fierce, and he roared:

"Go away! Fan Wujiu!"

The originally dark sky in Youdu was increasingly swallowed up by darkness, and the gray mist continued to billow like a stormy sea wave.

The place where Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu stood was three feet wide. The ghost energy and spiritual energy were constantly collapsing and breaking, the void was trembling, and the two of them were at war with each other.

Fan Wujiu, who was wearing a black robe like night, shook his head:

"Brother Qi, don't be stubborn anymore. Susu and Xiaoning are already dead."

"Boom!" A thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, and the thunder snake swam among the stacked dark clouds.

There was another roar, and the big raindrops rushed to the earth, the rain was pouring, and the rain and fog were hazy.

Xie Bi'an's face was sinister and twisted, and the rain was dripping down his originally kind face. Also dripping down were bright red and green water like oil paint, as if the torrential rain had scratched his face.

He raised his hand, and a flag about a foot long appeared in his hand. On the flag were painted gray and mottled faces, some crying, laughing, and dull.

He shouted angrily over the thunder:

"No! Susu is not dead!"

Zhao Wujiang's heart was trembling slightly. Before Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu officially started fighting, the pressure of their auras was so overwhelming that he could hardly breathe.

He stopped Dong Ning, who was constantly slashing and killing Zhu Jing, and Xie Chensu, who was mumbling in a panic.

Zhu Jing fell into the rain, looking sad and murmuring:

"Yue Lang, why? Why!"
Chapter completed!