Behind him, Zi Wei and Fang Zheng stood quietly.

Their faces were serious, and the strong smell of blood could be smelled wafting out of the Zhao Mansion.

However, Luo Feng did not enter the mansion immediately, but turned his head and looked into the distance.

There, in the rainstorm.

An old man came slowly, a child held an umbrella, and another child supported him, taking his time.

The two sides met in front of the Zhao mansion.

The old man nodded and smiled, and then continued to go to the mansion.

Luo Feng took a deep breath, looked at the old man with deep eyes, and followed him.

As soon as he entered the Zhao Mansion, he saw corpses all over the ground.

Zhao Yue's head, which stared unwillingly, was washed away by the rain.

In the courtyard, there were thirty night-clothed killers who were killed.

"There are all ninth-grade martial arts cultivators, and there is one eighth-grade martial artist."

Fang Zheng took a quick glance, judged it, and took a breath.

However.

The old man just glanced at it, the smile on his face lessening.

Let the child support him and continue walking.

Luo Feng didn't say anything, and followed him with a straight face.

Soon, several people passed through the Zhao Mansion garden and arrived at the atrium in front of the main hall of the Zhao Mansion.

The old man stopped, and the rainwater falling from the umbrella eaves was like a beaded curtain.

Through the bead curtain, the old man saw Luo Hong in white, who was sitting in the rainstorm with his mask in one hand.

Around Luo Hong, the corpses of seventh-level martial arts cultivators were still releasing violent energy and blood...

The picture seems to be still.

The heavy rain became silent.

Heaven, earth and water are all stained with blood.

Luo Feng's eyes narrowed, full of disbelief.

Ziwei covered her mouth.

Fang's expressionless face twitched.

the other side.

The maid who walked out of the Zhao Mansion's courtyard, holding Luo Xiaoxiao, also saw Luo Hong, who was sitting in the atrium and being watered by the rain.

Luo Xiaoxiao's eyes instantly turned red when he looked at his brother who was covered in blood and his face was as pale as a drowned rat.

The rain thundered down.

Luo Hong slowly turned his head and saw Luo Xiaoxiao with red eyes through the hazy rain curtain, with a gentle and doting smile on his face.

Then, he turned around and looked at the old man standing in the rain curtain.

There was silence for a while.

Grinning.

It's like greeting new neighbors squatting on the street smoking cigarettes.

"I'm here to kill us brothers and sisters too?"

"May I ask..."
Chapter completed!