It was heavy rain, the rain was hazy, and water vapor and weirdness were everywhere in the secluded capital.

Xie Chensu, Dong Ning and Ye Qianchun, who were originally alive in Zhao Wujiang's eyes, rolled out of the carriage, soaked in the rain without moving, and looked at the gray sky as if three corpses were dying with their eyes closed.

Zhao Wujiang took a look at this strange scene and then retracted his gaze and moved to another Xie Chensu and 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 knife, and shouted angrily:

"Are you also a partner of Yue Zizi?"

The cold light broke through the rain curtain, and Zhao Wujiang's eyes were filled with purple light, and he raised his hand and slapped it.

"when!"

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

Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice:

"Dong Ning, stop."

Dong Ning, who was holding the knife, was buried with the murderous aura, and the sword continued to slash at Zhao Wujiang with one knife:

"Thief, die!!!"

Zhao Wujiang moved his footsteps and kept dodging.

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu made the world buzz. In the rain curtain, a dark shadow and a gray shadow kept colliding. Every collision made the heavy rain turn into fog and ripples.

The scholar Dong Ning, who held the knife, waved his sword, both mechanically and fiercely, and kept saying hateful words.

Until Dong Ning roared:

"Yue Bufan, let my junior sister go!"

Xie Chensu, behind her, squatted in the heavy rain. The rain wet her clothes and hair. She held her arms, trembling all over, and screamed in conjunction with fear:

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

"Run, run!"

"No, no..."

"Dad! Where are you, Dad!"

"father!"

With a loud bang, a gray figure broke through the rain curtain, rolling on the bluestone floor, wiping out a blood mark.

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

Xie Bi'an hunched over, hugged the frightened and desperate girl, and kept comforting her mouth:

"Su Su, Dad is here, here, don't be afraid...Don't be afraid...Dad is here..."

Behind Xie Bi'an, the rain condensed into Fan Wujiu Youhei's figure. His breath was calm. He sighed, his fingers bent, and Dong Ning, who was constantly slashing Zhao Wujiang, fell to the ground with a snap.

Under the heavy rain, only the sound of the girl Xie Chensu sobbing and Zhu Jing's desperate and incredible constant questioning.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were cold and murderous.

Yue Bufan?

It's such a long and unforgettable name.

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

Whether it is Zhu Jing, Xie Chensu and Dong Ning, it seems that they have a great relationship with Yue Bufan.

"Boy, you're so murderous."

Fan Wujiu looked over with a side look, his aura as strong as abyss.

Zhao Wujiang restrained his murderous intentions and said with neither humility nor arrogant words:

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

"Oh, I didn't expect that you really found it." Fan Wujiu was wearing a black robe and was as hazy as a ghost in the heavy rain, as if there was a huge sickle behind him.

He raised his hand and waved it. Next to the square carriage of the Soling Box, Xie Chensu, Dong Ning and Ye Qianchun's stiff bodies floated towards Xie Bi'an, who was stained with blood.

Fan Wujiu sighed and smiled bitterly:

"Maybe Brother Seven meets you, it's God's will."

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

"Please help me solve my doubts."

"Didn't you guessed it?" Fan Wujiu glanced at Zhao Wujiang deeply.

Xie Bi'an hugged Xie Chensu tightly, constantly comforting her, and suddenly she was shocked. He let go of his hand, his face changed, and he was completely different from before, and said in a deep voice:

"No help, what are you doing here?

Dong Ning's deceased wife's remnant soul has been found. You don't want to hook her away, do you?"

Fan Wuji's eyes trembled, and he felt sad. He turned around for a moment, changed gently, and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!