The sky is dim and the mountain wind is blowing strongly.
Most of the Fang family disciples below looked solemnly, staring at the cliff opposite.
The duel between the top masters on the Dragon Ranking has surpassed the difference in numbers, and most of the people below can only wait.
Fang Ming only stayed for two minutes. He suddenly turned around and ran towards the Fang family's small building.
Zhu Xiaoyao felt very strange, so she quickly turned around and followed him.
Fang Ming walked very quickly, with a hint of melancholy on his brows. Zhu Xiaoyao noticed that Fang Ming was walking towards Zhen Zhen's residence.
Tune the tiger away from the mountain? Zhu Xiaoyao thought of this word immediately.
"Black Panther, call the brothers over here!" Zhu Xiaoyao suddenly said, the sound was like a heavy hammer beating a drum, which stung the Black Panther's eardrums.
"It's too late." Fang Ming gritted his teeth and spit out the last word, like a cheetah, Fang Ming rushed straight into his grandfather's small building.
As soon as I entered, I smelled something that I shouldn't have...bloody!
The smell is strong and exudes some warmth, which is the smell of fresh blood.
"Huh!" Fang Ming exhaled a breath, and his dark eyes turned pale gold, as if blood and fire were burning.
His father has passed away. Grandpa is the most important person in his life. Nothing should happen to him.
The blood in Fang Ming's eyes became thicker, and the killing intent in his chest was overwhelming. At this moment, he had transformed into Shura in the sea of blood in hell.
Finally, Fang Ming walked to the door of his grandfather's study. He took a deep breath and prepared to smash the wooden door.
The wooden door is very thin, only a few centimeters, but at this moment it feels like there are thousands of mountains separating us.
"Come in---" a voice suddenly sounded at this time.
It’s grandpa’s voice. Grandpa is okay!
Fang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door. The scene in the room shocked him.
A samurai wearing a white samurai uniform sat on the chair opposite Grandpa. His pupils were dilated, his arms were lowered, and he was no longer breathing.
On the ground, a sharp samurai sword shone like a star.
Muramasa? A samurai sword of Muramasa grade. People who use this kind of sword are generally saints in martial arts.
Fang Ming looked at his grandfather in surprise and asked with concern: "Grandpa, what happened?"
"A bit of a clown, what a pity the floor here."
"Grandpa, I'll ask someone to change it now."
Fazhen waved his hand and said, "Just scrub it clean. As long as a person has integrity in his heart, there is no need to fear these ghosts."
General of the Republic, the commander-in-chief of the army who fought his way through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his words were full of heroism.
Fang Ming stepped forward and carried the body of the Japanese samurai on his shoulders. Zhu Xiaoyao picked up the demon sword Muramasa on the ground, and the two of them stepped back one after another.
"Young Master, what's going on here?" Zhu Xiaoyao couldn't help but ask as he came downstairs.
"I don't know either. This person can't be the young Sword Emperor killed by my grandfather. Read the full text."
Although Fashi Zhen was brave, he was too old after all and was absolutely incapable of killing this martial arts master.
If it’s not grandpa, then who is it?
Fang Ming was filled with doubts.
Could it be that there are some unparalleled masters hidden within the Fang family, hiding in the attic to secretly protect Grandpa?
Grandpa's expression was very calm. The old man even looked happy and relieved while drinking tea, with an unusually weird expression.
After all, when a person is assassinated, even if he can remain calm, he will never look happy.
Fang Ming felt the need to find out what happened in grandpa's room and who killed this martial arts master.
Soon, the body of the Japanese samurai was sent to the basement, where the mystery will be solved.
The person responsible for the dissection was Vulture. His eyes were really sharper than those of an eagle, and his hand movements were also extremely nimble.
Every time he made an incision, there was a trace of inexplicable excitement on the vulture's face. This look made Fang Ming unhappy: "Vulture, it's just a dissection of a corpse. It looks like it's dead."
Vulture's face was flushed with excitement, and he looked a bit lustful. He waved the scalpel in his hand and said nervously: "Young Master, dissection is an art, and the pleasure is hard to control."
As he spoke, the vulture nervously drew out a final note, like a woman's moan.
Zhu Xiaoyao was also present, and the vulture's expression reminded her of what happened last night.
Last night, under Zhu Xiaoyao's attack, Fang Wenqiang finally fell into her prey. The peak of pleasure made Zhu Xiaoyao moan involuntarily, so the vulture's voice was particularly harsh to her ears.
In fact, the Vulture just said it unintentionally, but it made Zhu Xiaoyao very suspicious. She stepped forward and kicked the Vulture on the butt without any explanation.
This position was chosen very precisely, right at the node of the tail vertebrae. The painful sting made the vulture turn back in surprise, and the scalpel in his hand fell down, and it was inserted right into the corpse.
"Vulture, don't make trouble about women."
Zhu Xiaoyao's angry gaze is enough to kill a vulture a hundred times.
The vulture shuddered. He didn't know where he offended the female devil. He continued to pick up the scalpel and started dissecting. He kept muttering: "I said women, and I didn't say you-"
--"
Zhu Xiaoyao was so angry that her lungs almost exploded. If it wasn't for Fang Ming's face, she would have cut the vulture into pieces.
"Papa!" Zhu Xiaoyao's military boots made a sound on the concrete floor. She was like a lion patrolling its territory.
"Boss, we found something!" Huolong pointed at the computer screen. After comparing the data, he finally found a face that was very close to the deceased.
"Masao Nakamura, Japanese kendo master, now forty-seven years old---"
Zhu Xiaoyao quickly glanced at the screen and wrote down a series of information.
Fang Ming nodded and said: "It's a pity that the master who fought against the old monster and the others chose to self-destruct, leaving no useful clues."
Zhu Xiaoyao bit the corner of his mouth and said, "The Japanese underworld is blatantly targeting our Fang family."
Fang Ming stood quietly, thinking.
Although the lineup sent by the Japanese underworld this time is strong, it will not make the Fang family lose their armor. This operation is more of a test to use special powers to revive the farm family.
It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating, so it seems necessary to hold the Yakuza flag.
Fang Ming's face was livid, he put his hands behind his back, walked around the basement a few times and said: "Little Demon Sister, we must let them know how powerful we are."
"Young Master, we are not yet sure of defeating the Japanese underworld." Zhu Xiaoyao is not a hot-headed person, she always has a cold heart.
"I know!" Fang Ming said coldly: "These Japanese people must have their spies when they sneak into the mainland. We will take this as an opportunity to catch all their spies in Nanchuan Province."
It is not easy to fight against the Japanese underworld, but it is relatively simple to fight against these infiltrators.
As soon as Fang Ming gives an order, the Saber Organization will mobilize grassroots forces to investigate potential informants.
"Strange!" The buzzard, who was busy dissecting, had already opened Nakamura Masao's chest, and a strange scene appeared in front of everyone.
The five internal organs could no longer be distinguished in the chest, only a blur of flesh and blood.
"This——" Zhu Xiaoyao was shocked and said: "Such a strong sword energy."
Fang Ming concentrated and said: "Yes, it's sword energy. The sword mark on Nakamura Masao's chest is only superficial. His opponent had already broken through his protective energy and used the sharp sword energy to shatter his internal organs."
"What a powerful sword!" Zhu Xiaoyao and Fang Ming looked at each other and had the same thought.
Unexpectedly, there is such a master lurking next to grandpa. Who is he?
With such a person around, isn't it easy to attack the Japanese underworld?
But Fang Ming denied it immediately, because his grandfather's strange attitude showed that he seemed to be hiding something and seemed unwilling to let this mysterious master surface.
"Vulture, get rid of this body."
With a bit of joy on Vulture's face, he responded, then wrapped the body in a body bag and carried it out happily.
"How do vultures dispose of corpses?" Fire Dragon asked curiously.
Fang Ming replied: "The vulture raised a group of sea greens, which gave Masao Nakamura an advantage and gave him the opportunity to be buried in the sky!"
Sky burial? The fire dragon felt chilled all over. It seemed that he would be more polite to the vulture in the future.
Leaving the basement and coming outside, the garden is already full of sunshine.
I just breathed blood, and the warm sunshine shone on my body, which made my heart feel much warmer.
Fang Ming and Zhu Xiaoyao walked across the green grass, letting the dew wet their trouser legs, as if this could dispel the strong smell of blood.
"Little Demon Sister, what do you think?"
"The Japanese underworld is just a test this time. They will make a major move next time."
This is Zhu Xiaoyao's judgment, which is short and powerful, and goes straight to the essence.
"Very good!" Fang Ming nodded and said, "How is Brother Qiang now?"
This was just a normal greeting, but Zhu Xiaoyao had something on his mind. Her face turned red and she said, "He is very good. He is recovering quickly. I think his martial arts will be restored soon."
"That's good. I heard that the Nanchuan Provincial Military Region also has some tough guys. Brother Qiang is still recovering. I'm afraid Sister Xiaoyao will have to take more care of you."
A cold smile appeared on Zhu Xiaoyao's face: "I will accompany your Brother Qiang through hell. Anyone who wants to touch him must first pass through my Death Rose!"