Chapter 123 Ye Linglong, You Don't Talk About Martial Virtue
"What you said makes sense, little junior sister, but if we take the opportunity to hurt people and steal treasures, isn't this unethical?"
"Fifth Senior Brother, if the opponent is a good person, then we are indeed despicable and shameless. But if the opponent is a bad guy, we are doing harm to the people! Do you think you are using your wisdom to prevent an evil cultivator from seizing the treasure and becoming stronger?
Is it great?"
As soon as these words came out, Mu Xiaoran was stunned for a moment, while Lu Baiwei and Luo Yanzhong's eyes shone.
There is nothing wrong with this, and it is even very exciting.
They were still discussing here, and He Zaiting and He Lianfang had already searched the entire second floor.
"There are no fire-continuing beads on the second floor. Let's go up to the third floor and take a look."
"OK."
After that, He Zaiting integrated his team and walked to the third floor, followed by Ye Linglong and others.
Seeing that He Zaiting and others had already climbed up the stairs to the third floor, Luo Yanzhong quickly got up and ran to the shelf on the second floor to get something. Anyway, if he didn't take it, anyone who came to Zheyun City would be swept away.
Rather than taking advantage of others, it is better to take advantage of it for yourself.
Seeing how quickly he was loading things, Ye Linglong also turned back to pick them up, so Lu Baiwei, who was not short of money, saw that she was excited and quickly joined the team.
Mu Xiaoran, who watched the two junior sisters gradually turning into bandits:...
Seeing the fierce competition among everyone, Ye Linglong released Fat Tou and Long Ear from the ring, and gave Fat Tou a sack. Fat Tou understood what he was doing and started working.
Not only that, she also released Zhaocai. Although Zhaocai couldn't pick up things, wherever it went, the other two people would turn around and run away.
"Ye Linglong, you don't respect martial ethics!" Luo Yanzhong shouted excitedly.
"Little junior sister, I will just pick it up and play with it. I will give you everything I pick up." Lu Baiwei said.
"To attract wealth, just follow Luo Yanzhong."
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Luo Yanzhong was so angry that he ran away, grabbing the box while running.
"Why don't you come up? What are you doing down there?"
He Zaiting's voice came, and the people below became tense. Luo Yanzhong, who was running away, was so frightened that he accidentally bumped into a pillar.
At this time, Mu Xiaoran, who was standing at the top of the stairs, raised his head calmly and responded.
"Luo Yanzhong was possessed by evil spirits again just now, and two junior sisters are saving him."
"Possessed by evil spirits? Is it serious?"
"My head hit the pillar a few times, but I'm still alive."
"Then hurry up."
"OK."
Soon, the second floor was swept clean, and the four of them followed He Zaiting's team.
When they came up, He Lianfang turned around and saw that Luo Yanzhong had bruises on his forehead. He frowned in disgust.
"idiot."
…
Really, I, Luo Yanzhong, should not be so miserable.
The third floor of the attic is still brightly lit, clean and tidy. It seems that Ye Rongyue and the others have not reached this position yet.
There were still a lot of shelves on the third floor, and He Zaiting and He Lianfang started searching again with people on the third floor.
After briefly looking through the box, they went to look for the mechanism on the third floor. They looked here and there, but still made no progress, so they went up to the fourth floor.
As soon as they went up to the fourth floor, Fat Tou and Long Er started working again. Luo Yanzhong still grabbed as much as he could. If he couldn't grab it, he hurried to Mu Xiaoran's place to wait. Anyway, Lucky Man wouldn't be close to fellow Qingxuan Sect members.
"Brother Mu, are you really so aloof and innocent?"
When this question was asked, Luo Yanzhong was completely out of his mind and was just talking too much. He soon paid a heavy price for his talkativeness.
Because when they were sweeping the fourth floor, Mu Xiaoran pushed Luo Yanzhong and pushed him up the stairs on the fourth or fifth floor.
"Brother Luo, I'm actually not that noble, I just need someone to look after me."
After Mu Xiaoran finished speaking, he turned around and jumped back to the fourth floor to join the mopping up army.
Ye Linglong saw that only Qingxuan Sect's people were left on the fourth floor, so she simply put away the fortune to avoid affecting the speed of her senior brothers and sisters.
Standing on the stairs, he could only watch them sweep away, but he couldn't touch anything. Luo Yanzhong had to receive He Zaiting's glances back from time to time:...
No matter how talkative he is, he is like a dog.
"strangeness."
When He Zaiting asked a question, Helian Fang and the others followed him.
At this time, Ye Linglong and the three of them also arrived at the fifth floor after the sweep was completed.
The fifth floor is different from all the floors below. What is placed here is not items, but countless spiritual tablets at a glance.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
There is a candle lit next to each spiritual tablet, and the candle that has been burning for who knows how many years is still lighting up the spiritual tablets next to them.
Most of the names on the spiritual tablets are of the surname Yan, and behind each spiritual tablet there is a sword, and each sword is taken care of very cleanly.
This is like a combination of a mourning hall and a sword tomb. It seems that after everyone in the Banquet House dies, their swords will be brought back here and placed together with their own tablets.
Ye Linglong heard He Zaiting's "strange" sound when she came up, so she followed He Zaiting's gaze as soon as she came up.
I saw a sword stuck in the deepest and farthest corner of the mourning hall. That sword was different from other clean swords. There were blood stains on the sword, as if it had been sent in without being cleaned.
Inside this mourning hall.
Not only that, there is a faint layer of spiritual energy lingering on the sword's blade, which is more powerful than other swords and looks very special.
The three words "Yan Zhenchuan" are written on the tablet of that sword. These three words are also different from the neatly engraved fonts on other spiritual tablets. They were written with blood.
The handwriting looked a bit familiar to Ye Linglong.
"Yan Zhenchuan is the last head of the Yan family and the last city lord of Zheyun City. After the destruction of Zheyun City, there was no news about him. It is speculated that he died in Yan Mansion." Luo Yanzhong followed the little boy behind him.
The partner introduced.
"Then it seems that he must have died in the Yan Mansion, during the massacre of the Yan Mansion more than ten years ago." Mu Xiaoran said.
"But this is very strange. Since everyone died together, why would someone pick up his sword and bring it back to the mourning hall, and also set up a spiritual tablet for him?" Lu Baiwei scratched his head.
"This shows that there was a survivor in the tragedy that year." Ye Linglong said.
"Survivor? Then why hasn't he appeared for so many years?"
"Maybe he has his own reasons, maybe he is the murderer."
As soon as Ye Linglong said these words, everyone else was surprised.
"That was the destruction of the city in one night! It's something that no force can do. How can one person do it?"
"What if this survivor or this murderer is the old friend of Lord Yan?"
"Then he can't destroy the city overnight."
Ye Linglong frowned slightly as she had a strange idea.
"Have you ever thought about why there are so many evil spirits in Zheyun City?"
The other three were stunned.
"also?"
"Oh, you don't know how my family gets rich."
When others were still about to ask, there was sudden movement from the front.
I saw Helian walking over to the spiritual tablet that Yan Zhenchuan had placed, and then reaching out to grab the sword left by Yan Zhenchuan.