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The moon is above the willow branches, but Lin Qiying and others have absolutely no feelings of meeting the beautiful lady under the weeping willow tree.
Of course, the Lin family relaxed their surveillance not because Zuo Wuzhou's character was good enough to influence his enemies. It was because the Lin family had something big going on. As for whether it was a big trouble or a disaster, it was not necessarily clear.
At this moment, the three direct masters of the Lin family and Lin Zhenghe were holding a very tense and anxious meeting. This matter was more urgent than the death of Lin Qiying's two sons.
Lin Qixiong gritted his teeth: "It's all the fault of Zuo Wuzhou, the second son of the Zuo family, for rescuing his brother and letting the prisoner go. Now I'm fine, I wish someone from the family is here."
Lin Zhenghe looked at Lin Qixiong coldly: "Have you found those Zuo Wuzhou and Zuo Wushang? As long as I take the first half of this super soul combat skill, I will become a soul martial master, no matter how many Zhus come here, I will
Die."
The three brothers of the Lin family were dejected: "No one can be found. The Zuo family has completely disappeared in Dafeng County."
Lin Qihao's eyes revealed a hint of covetousness: "Uncle, can you give me this super-soul combat skill? Maybe I can make a breakthrough."
This is a super-soul combat skill, which they all worked together to capture. Why doesn't he have a share? Why can't he study it or even watch it?
Lin Qixiong angrily scolded: "Third brother, shut up!"
"Of course you want me to shut up!" Lin Qihao sneered: "You are the one who did the good things. People outside say that Mr. Lin Er is a good man. Who knows that Mr. Lin Er, a good man, is best at confiscating homes and exterminating clans and seizing
Wife and daughter. Your son has hooked up with Zuo Wushang’s wife, and the secret book got into your hands first. I’m afraid he will see this super-soul combat technique before my uncle does.”
Seeing Lin Zhenghe's unkind expression, he said angrily: "Boss, it's all your son's fault. He took someone's wife away from him in a good manner, and then he even promulgated his obscenity in front of her face, and even told her face that he wanted to kill his whole family. This is
Now that I’ve done it, I’d rather die than surrender the other half of my super-soul combat skills.”
"It's all Zuo Wushang and Zuo Wuzhou's fault. They don't know how to hand over the things our Lin family wants. We want to kill them, but they dare not send us their heads to chop them off. It's really too much!"
"Third brother, what do you mean by being so weird!" Lin Qiying, who had aged more than ten years due to the pain of his injuries in just a few days, became furious and slapped Lin Qihao over the face.
"Okay, boss, you finally admitted that you want to kill me. Come on, kill me, I will fight with you." Lin Qihao was furious.
"Enough!" Lin Zhenghe couldn't stand the farce and shouted angrily to stop it.
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After fussing for a while, they all sat down angrily.
Lin Qiying's face was livid, and she got down to business: "The Zhu family has shown up in Dafeng County, and a ninth-grade master is here in person. In case they join forces with the Zhang family..."
Lin Qixiong was resourceful and always acted as a strategist. He thought hard for a while and smiled bitterly: "If the Zhu family and the Zhang family join forces, we may not necessarily be opponents. Especially, there is an unknown enemy lurking in the villa."
"It's a pity. I don't know if my third uncle can come back from the imperial city in time. The time is almost up."
Lin Zhenghe's expression was indifferent, with some unspeakable anxiety in his brows: "I will deal with the ninth grade. First gather the direct descendants. If the battle situation is not good, let them evacuate from the tunnel. Save our Lin family."
"Okay, I'll gather all the experts together." Lin Qixiong said solemnly.
Lin Qiying's eyes flashed with fierceness: "Second brother, once the fight breaks out, send someone to kill Xiao Shisan and the boy who lives in the same room with him. Regardless of whether he is the murderer or not, I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go."
Lin Qiying focused her cold gaze on Lin Qihao's face: "This is a life-and-death battle for our Lin family. If anyone dares to cause trouble behind your back, I will kill him even if he is his own brother!"
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"I know you are not Xiaoyun! I also know that you killed the second young master and the third young master."
Under Zuo Wuzhou's gaze, Xiao Shisan said the first sentence. Zuo Wuzhou was not surprised by this, he had expected it: "Why help me? You are a servant of the Lin family, a slave, why?
"
Xiao Shisan looked directly at Zuo Wuzhou, and what appeared in his eyes was a stain of blood and... deep hatred, which even made Zuo Wuzhou tremble under the power of this hatred.
Today is the 15th, the moon is round and bright, and it comes quietly, blowing up some gravel.
Little Thirteen's blood-red eyes filled with tears, just like gravel drilling into his eyes, with a sad force.
"There is a story, I wonder if you are interested in hearing it."
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More than ten years ago, there was an ordinary family with parents, brothers and sisters. After ten months of pregnancy, the wife of the eldest son finally gave birth to a little life. The little boy brought new joy and carnival to the family.
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The world of soul cultivation is a world where the weakest is the strongest, and it is also a world where competition is the most intense. Everyone has a strong desire to make progress, even the poor who are like a puddle of shit.
In order to earn more money, enter the Soul Academy, settle his soul, and earn a good future for his son, the eldest son decided to do a very hard, tiring and undignified job. That is, working for the Lin family.
The eldest son's performance was very good, and he was taken by the Lin family to work in another place. He could only come back a few times a year, and he was accompanied along the way and was strictly prohibited from leaking any relevant information.
Just like this, several years later, several little lives were born one after another in this big family, adding a lot of celebration and joy.
If the story continues like this, it will probably turn into a happy fairy tale. But things in the world are often not like this.
Finally one day, the eldest son thought that the money he had earned was enough to give his son a good soul. It happened that a group of people who came to work with him had similar thoughts, so they all said they didn't want to do it.
These more than ten people each returned home. On the night they returned home, horse thieves and thieves attacked these ordinary families.
More than a dozen families were all wiped out. Old people in their seventies or eighties and babies as young as less than a month old were killed. More than a dozen families, more than a hundred people, all died.
Only one child escaped this disaster because he was playing. However, these children witnessed with their own eyes how their parents and grandparents were brutally killed.
The blood spilled from the body was so terrifying that it frightened the child.
The child could not forget that bloody night and the scene of the raging fire that destroyed his home. He could not forget what the murderers said, nor could he forget that one of the murderers had returned with his father.
Then the story becomes more cliché.
This child lived on the street and was adopted by an old man who had grown old and had no one to rely on. This old man happened to be a member of the Lin family.
The child kept his hatred in his heart, inherited the old man's identity, and became a slave of the Lin family. Year after year, day after day, he waited for a chance to take revenge!
The old man had given the child a very unpromising name, but the old man didn't know that the child had never forgotten his real name.
I remember my original name all the time, and... hatred!
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"I know what my father did for the Lin family back then, which was to build tunnels. I know the location of the tunnels, I know the approximate location of the Lin family's treasure house, and I know where the Lin family lives. I am most familiar with this place."
"If you want to kill the Lin family, I will help you." Xiao Shisan, a skinny young man, said firmly.
Zuo Wuzhou rarely sighed, but he couldn't help but sigh at this time. I don't know if it was sympathy or feeling for what happened to the young man in front of him. If he hadn't become a soul monk, if he hadn't rushed back in time, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be the second child.
Thirteen.
He knew that he could not refuse the thin boy in front of him, because the thin boy had already devoted his whole life to this matter.
What's more, he really needs someone like Xiao Shisan who knows Linjiazhuang like the back of his hand.
Suddenly, there was a faint sound of gongs and drums in the outer village, and a faint shout of killing suddenly came. The shout of killing floated down the wind, and it was vaguely: "Break the Linjiazhuang and kill all the Lin family!"
Zuo Wuzhou was surprised and happy: "Linjiazhuang encountered an enemy attack, my chance has come!"
He smiled slightly and said to the thin young man: "Let's go!"
The young man was surprised: "Where are you going? I don't know who you are yet. Can you tell me?"
"kill!"
Zuo Wuzhou suddenly looked back, his eyes twinkling: "Someone called me the head-cutting assassin."
The thin boy trembled all over, and then he was overjoyed. It turned out to be the head-cutting assassin who was about to be praised as a legend by Zhuangzi's servants. He no longer doubted Zuo Wuzhou's strength.
Zuo Wuzhou turned around calmly: "However, I prefer others to call me Zuo Wuzhou!"