The banging of drums and gongs resounded fiercely in the inner village, like ripples, quickly spreading from the inner village to the outer village.
Soon, both the inner and outer villages were brightly lit, and the lanterns were raised high, illuminating every place, making everyone want to dig out every blind spot.
There was a roar of people, and the noise was like thunder, waking up everyone who was sleeping.
An old but sturdy voice suddenly suppressed all the noise: "Everyone gathered in the inner village and the outer village respectively. No one is allowed to leave! Otherwise... they will be killed without mercy. Those who failed to rush to the gathering within half a cup of tea will be killed."
Kill without mercy. Anyone who escapes privately will be killed without mercy."
Three consecutive killings without mercy shocked everyone inside and outside the villa, and they immediately put on their clothes and ran to gather with chills in their hearts.
The roommate in the same room rubbed his groggy eyes and muttered: "It's so late at night, so what's the matter? I don't want anyone else to live with me. I don't believe that the head-cutting assassin can enter the villa."
Zuo Wuzhou pretended to have just woken up and rubbed his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"Whatever happened to him, we are servants, just do as you are told." The companion thought very openly: "Get dressed quickly and go out to gather."
"Oh!" Zuo Wuzhou lazily followed his companion and rushed to the open space in the inner village together!
Although he seems lazy, Zuo Wuzhou has already secretly tensed up his nerves. Once someone notices him, he will immediately get up and run away - if he is an eighth-grade, he is confident that he will be evenly matched. But there is a ninth-grade in the villa.
, he is absolutely invincible.
Soul warriors were watching everywhere along the way. If anyone dared to run around, I believe these people would kill them without hesitation.
From the corner of Zuo Wuzhou's eyes, he secretly glanced at the roadside. At every certain distance, there were soul martial masters watching. Every other section of the road, there was an expert of about seventh or eighth grade standing on the roof looking down.
He felt a shiver in his heart: "If we are exposed, with the attitude that Linjiazhuang has put in, it may be difficult to escape."
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Groups of servants rushed to the square in a hurry and gathered in groups, their instigating conversations sounding like flies buzzing and fluttering their wings.
"What's wrong? What happened?" The companion in the same room perked up and whispered to Zuo Wuzhou, "Just wait and see the show."
Zuo Wuzhou was surprised: "Aren't you worried?"
The companion disagreed: "There is nothing to worry about. Even if something happens, it is the big shot's business and has nothing to do with us. As for us, we should do whatever we want."
Zuo Wuzhou was speechless. Soul monks have the competition and survival methods of soul monks. Why don't the common people have their own way of survival?
Just like Soul Martial Lord will not come to trouble him just because he was cheated by other Soul Martial Lord. Unless it is unlucky and happens to be used to vent his anger, otherwise, civilians and Soul Warriors
The distance is just like the distance between the soul warrior general and the soul warrior master.
"Hey, your face is a little pale, are you frozen?" His companion glanced at him.
Before Zuo Wuzhou escaped, he stabbed two eighth-grade men twice. He lost a lot of blood and his face turned a little pale.
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The servants, the guards of the inner village, and even the Lin family, all gathered into square formations according to their different identities.
A group of people from the Lin family walked onto the stage and looked around, looking at these people coldly and cruelly. The most surprising thing was that even the only ninth-grade Lin Zhenghe came.
Suddenly, the people below started whispering: "What happened? Even Mr. Lin showed up."
After losing two sons in one night, Lin Qiying's heart was throbbing and bleeding, his eyes were bloodshot, and his temples were beating continuously. If the murderer was discovered, no one would doubt that he would personally tear the murderer into pieces.
There was a trace of pride in Lin Qihao's eyes. He, his eldest brother, was like today. His second brother Lin Qixiong was in charge of searching for the murderer in the outer village. Lin Qiying was heartbroken over the death of his two sons. He was almost exhausted, but he still had the energy to take charge of this matter.
Lin Qihao turned around and looked coldly at the people below, shouting majestically: "Everyone, take off all your shirts!"
"Ten breaths, if you don't take it off within ten breaths, you will be killed without mercy!"
The bright steel knife was dangling around them, and everyone hurriedly took off their shirts. Zuo Wuzhou looked at the companion named Xiao Shisan next to him in surprise. Xiao Shisan actually took off his shirt and hurriedly took off his pants.
Also faded!
The person next to me couldn't bear it and couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing!"
Little Thirteen was very nervous: "Don't you have to take off your clothes?"
The man suppressed a smile and said, "Just take off your shirt."
Xiao Shisan's face flushed red and he hurriedly put on his pants. His little body was so thin that he looked a little pitiful.
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Lin Qihao bowed his head to the two eighth-grade men who had fought against Zuo Wuzhou: "Please go down and see who it is."
Watching the two of them come down, Zuo Wuzhou held his heart, calmed down and held his breath! The "Transformation Soul" was already in operation the moment he took off his clothes, transforming the two flesh-turning wounds into non-existence for the time being.
But this can only support half a cup of tea. If the inspection cannot be completed within half a cup of tea, he will be exposed.
Fortunately, at a glance, Zuo Wuzhou was convinced. These two eighth-level people were obviously very confident. They were checking everyone's bodies and looking at their faces all the way very quickly. They could definitely finish it within half a cup of tea.
Zuo Wuzhou actually used the "Transformation Soul" when he fought with two eighth-grade players on their territory. Therefore, they naturally couldn't recognize them just based on their appearance.
Lin Qihao was not stupid, and sneered: "The assassin could have sneaked in. I'm afraid there is another way. It is difficult to recognize him from his appearance. But I don't believe it. After two stabs, the injury will be healed immediately."
Lin Qiying nodded fiercely, following the Eighth Grade with eyes like a hungry wolf.
Indeed, it is almost impossible to cover up an injury. Being able to change one's appearance does not mean that the injury can be healed immediately. This is basic common sense and everyone knows it.
But no one could have imagined that there are such magical souls as "Transformers" in this world. They can not only change their appearance, but also the shape of their body and even the color of their skin.
The more Zuo Wuzhou uses the "Transformed Soul", the more he discovers the magic of this treasure. He becomes more and more curious about the origin of the "Transformed Soul".
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It didn’t take long, and soon, an eighth-grade man came to Zuo Wuzhou!
Zuo Wuzhou tensed secretly, pretending to be confused and confused on the surface. When the eighth-level man came over and took a look, he saw that the young man in front of him had a smooth body with no scars at all, so naturally it was not him.
Taking a step down, the eighth-grade man's eyes moved, and he turned around and stared at Zuo Wuzhou's hair: "Why is your hair wet? Why is your face so white?"
The Eighth Grade came over for inspection, and for the first time, something strange like this appeared. Before anyone could say anything, other guards with swords vaguely surrounded him. Lin Qiying on the stage cast his evil tiger-like eyes over him, showing naked murderous intent.
Lin Zhenghe's eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he were half asleep and half awake. His eyes suddenly opened, and a stream of light flowed, dazzling!
"No, what's going on?" Zuo Wuzhou secretly prepared to take action, trembling with fear, as if he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, but his mind was racing with thoughts on how to explain why his hair was wet.
The reason why his hair is wet is because he took a shower to wash away the smell of blood and other smells.
He could think of it, and the people of the Lin family immediately thought of it. If the assassin sneaked into the Lin family village, he would be worried about the smell being recognized. It is normal to take a bath to wash away the smell.
Lin Qiying stood up with murderous intent, holding down the long knife, the blood in her eyes getting thicker!
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"I...I!" Zuo Wuzhou swallowed hard, looking frightened, his face pale and blue.
The murderous intention was so strong that it weighed heavily on Zuo Wuzhou's heart as if it were real. His palms were all sweaty, and he said in a trembling voice: "I, I took a shower before going to bed, and I caught a cold."
At this moment, a person who Zuo Wuzhou didn't expect spoke up!
Little Thirteen said with a pale face and a trembling voice: "Uncle, he and I live in the same room. I saw him taking a shower with my own eyes. He shook me awake just now and asked me to find some medicine for him."
After all, the weather is a bit hot, so taking a shower before going to bed is really not a big deal.
If you want to kill a servant, just kill him. It's not that big of a deal. However, the servant played by Zuo Wuzhou is from the inner village after all. He has either followed for many generations, or he is trustworthy. Otherwise, he would not have been let in.
Use it in the inner village.
Killing someone like this in public would have a bad impact after all. Especially now that the Lin family is in a bad situation, if they kill servants at will without any reason, it will inevitably make other servants feel dissatisfied. In that case, the gains outweigh the losses.
There was no doubt that he was among the Eighth Graders. He glanced at Zuo Wuzhou briefly and continued to check the others.
Zuo Wuzhou took a deep look at Xiao Shisan, and Xiao Shisan forced a smile!
This little Thirteen is not simple, quite extraordinary!