The heavy rain was pouring, the rain and fog were hazy, and water vapor and strangeness filled the quiet capital.

Xie Chensu, Dong Ning and Ye Qianchun, who were originally alive in Zhao Wujiang's eyes, rolled out of the carriage at this time. They were motionless and stiff, soaked in the rain. With their eyes open, they looked at the gray sky, as if they were three dead bodies.

Zhao Wujiang only glanced at this strange scene, then retracted his gaze and turned to the other Xie Chensu and the scholar Dong Ning who were stopped by him.

Dong Ning held a dark ghost-headed sword in his hand, and slashed at him with one strike, while shouting angrily:

"Are you also an accomplice of the traitor Yue?"

The cold light cut through the rain curtain, Zhao Wujiang's eyes were filled with purple light, and he raised his hand to clap.

"when!"

He slapped away the blade of the ghost head sword, raindrops splashed everywhere, and the rain turned into mist.

Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice:

"Dong Ning, stop."

Dong Ning's Shujuan Qi, who was holding the sword, was buried under the murderous Qi. The sword did not stop and continued to slash at Zhao Wujiang:

"Thief, suffer death!!!"

Zhao Wujiang moved around and kept dodging.

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu fought so hard that the whole place buzzed continuously. A dark shadow and a gray shadow kept colliding in the rain curtain. Every collision caused the torrential rain to turn into mist and ripples scattered in circles.

The scholar Dong Ning who was holding the sword slashed mechanically and ferociously, and kept saying hateful words in his mouth.

Until Dong Ning yelled sternly:

"Yue Bufan, let my junior sister go!"

Behind her, Xie Chensu squatted in the heavy rain. The rain soaked her clothes and hair. She hugged her arms, trembled all over, and screamed incoherently in fear:

"Senior Brother Dong, run quickly, run quickly, Senior Brother Dong!"

"Run, run!"

"No, no..."

"Dad! Where are you, Dad!"

"father!"

There was a loud noise and a "boom", and a gray figure broke through the rain curtain and rolled continuously on the bluestone floor, wiping out a trace of blood.

Xieshen stood up, staggered towards Xie Chensu, and hugged the girl into his arms. Under the heavy rain, blood flowed like a river.

Xie Bi'an hunched over, holding the frightened and desperate girl in his arms, and kept comforting her:

"Susu, dad is here, he is here, don't be afraid... don't be afraid... dad is here..."

Behind Xie Bian, the rain condensed into the dark figure of Fan Wujiu. His breath was calm, he sighed, and he bent his fingers lightly and kept slashing at Zhao Wujiang's Dong Ning. With a snap, he fell straight to the ground.

Under the pouring rain, the only sounds were the sobbing sounds of the girl Xie Chensu and the desperate and unbelievable questioning sounds of Zhu Jing.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were cold and full of murderous intent.

Yue Bufan?

What a long-lasting and unforgettable name.

Unexpectedly, he encountered something related to Yue Bufan in Youdu.

Whether it is Zhu Jing, Xie Chensu and Dong Ning, they all seem to have a close relationship with Yue Bufan.

"Boy, you are too murderous."

Fan Wujiu glanced sideways, his aura as strong as the abyss.

Zhao Wujiang restrained his murderous intent, neither humble nor arrogant, he cupped his fists and said:

"Senior, I am entrusted by Brother Xie to find the remnant soul of scholar Dong Ning's deceased wife."

"Oh, I didn't expect that you would find me." Fan Wujiu, wearing a black robe, looked like a ghost in the heavy rain, as if there was a huge scythe behind him.

He raised his hand and waved, and beside the boxy carriage, the stiff bodies of Xie Chensu, Dong Ning and Ye Qianchun floated towards Xie Bi'an, whose clothes were stained with blood.

Fan Wujiu sighed and smiled bitterly:

"Maybe it's God's will that Brother Qi meets you."

The vague truth in Zhao Wujiang's heart gradually became clear, but he still clasped his fists and said sincerely:

"Senior, please help me clarify my doubts."

"Didn't you already guess it?" Fan Wujiu took a deep look at Zhao Wujiang.

Xie Bian hugged Xie Chensu tightly and kept comforting him. Suddenly, he let go of his hand, his face changed, and he was completely different from before, and he said in a deep voice:

"No help, what are you doing here?

The remnant soul of Dong Ning’s deceased wife has been found, you don’t want to lure her away, do you?”

Fan Wujiu's eyes trembled, a little sad. He turned around for a moment, turned gentle, and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!