The ancient Shengchao's dantian was shattered and his cultivation was gone, and his strength was still there. He struggled to stand up, swayed to Zhao Yinhu, and suddenly pulled out the dagger and stabbed him around. I don't know how long it took until he was scattered into a bloody and bloody way, and I couldn't tell what it was.

"Dad, mom, I'm avenging you. If you know something in the spring, you don't have to worry about it." Gu Shengchao threw away the dagger, knelt down on the local area and cried bitterly, mourning himself.

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It was late at night, and the candlelight in the hall was about to burn out, and the candlelight swayed even more desolate and deserted. Gu Shengchao calmed down. He spat at Zhao Yinhu and was about to leave, but the footsteps outside were noisy and a group of people rushed in.

The current person is Wang Hao.

"Dad, mom, the child will change the plaque at the door tomorrow morning. The house will be ours in the future." Wang Hao said, and he looked up at Gu Shengchao standing in the hall, and said with a moment of silence: "Why are you still here?"

Gu Shengchao smiled tragically: "It's not a problem, I'll leave now." He just came to take revenge with a determination to die. Now that his cultivation has been lost, he has long been discouraged. This house was originally his ancestral property, and he has no thoughts at this moment. He just wanted to find a place without anyone to stay quietly, and he has no worries from now on.

"Wait." Someone called him.

Gu Shengchao turned around and was an old woman, probably Wang Hao's mother. The old woman had a kind face: "Child, don't you know your aunt anymore?"

"Aunt?" Gu Shengchao has been wandering around the world since he was a child and has long lost his relatives. He looked at the old woman in confusion.

The elder next to him glared at the old woman with disgust and said perfunctorily: "I am your uncle. We met when you were very young, and your aunt took care of you, but you must have forgotten that you were too young. This is your brother, called Gu Shenglong."

Gu Shengchao glanced at Wang Hao: "Isn't his name Wang Hao? Why is his surname Gu again?"

The elder smiled and said without hesitation: "He changed his surname and sneaked into here just to find an opportunity to kill Zhao Thief and give us a bloody shame for our Gu family. I never thought you were eager to avenge you. Although you were a little reckless, you were filial and did not insult our Gu family's style."

Gu Shengchao knew that the family was clearly here to seize the property, so he bowed and said, "Goodbye!" He didn't want to stay in this sad place for a moment.

The elder winked at the ancient sacred dragon: "Holy dragon, it's not easy for your brother to come here. You can take him to worship his parents first, and discuss the rest tomorrow." The old woman wanted to speak, but was pushed back by the elder's fierce gaze.

Gu Shenglong understood, "Dad, don't worry, kid will do it now." He waved and signaled Gu Shengchao to go with him.

The crescent moon is like a hook, and the dark clouds are half covered with tulle. The cemetery is even more gloomy and cold in the night.

The ancient sage dragon raised the torch and walked in front. He pointed to the tombstone next to him and said, "It's this."

Gu Shengchao was filled with his heart. He knelt down respectfully and could no longer stop the tears flowing. He touched the tombstone with both hands and cried: "Dad, mom, I'm unfilial, I'm here to see you." He suddenly felt surprised where he touched his hands. The ancient characters were less pronounced and could tell with his eyes closed, but the gestures on the tombstone were complicated and a little different. He touched the tears and looked at them with the light of the torch. It was clearly a word called Ji.

A gust of wind was coming from his ears, oh! Ancient Shengchao suddenly felt something was wrong. He had been walking in the world since he was a child and had long seen the intrigues. However, his cultivation level was not there, and his movements were naturally slow. Despite his preparation, he was still hit hard on the back of his head.

"Bang!"

Gu Shengchao fell down and fainted.

The ancient sage dragon threw away the stones in his hand and said sarcastically: "It's so naive. After the old thief Zhao killed your parents, he had abandoned their corpses and fed them to the wilderness to feed them to the wilderness. How could a tomb be built? That's fine, I'll send you on the road together." He pulled out his sword and was about to stab Gu Shengchao's back.

It was cold late at night, with a gust of wind, and the howling of wolves came faintly from a distance. In the depths of the cemetery, two figures suddenly popped up, one black and one white, jumping up straight, but landing silently, clearly the legendary black and white impermanence.

"Ghost!" The ancient sacred dragon was frightened, and the torch fell to the ground. He did not dare to pick it up, for fear of delaying the time, so he rolled and crawled away from here.

Hei and Bai Wuchang jumped to the torch, and saw the lying Gu Shengchao turning him over and searching him.

"A poor ghost." Hei Wuchang whispered.

Bai Wuchang snorted coldly, "There is no oil and water in the poor mountains and rivers. The tomb just now thought there were so many treasures, but it was buried with a pile of broken copper and iron, which was useless to waste our efforts."

"Forget it, the jewelry on the tomb owner is made of pure gold, and it's not in vain for this trip." Hei Wuchang used a torch to illuminate Gu Shengchao, and said with a "huh": "Look at this person, it seems that he has been useless and his wounds on the back of his head are newly created. It should be the one who escaped just now."

Bai Wuchang took the torch and threw it aside, "You and my brother make a living by robbing the tombs. It's better to have less grudges in the world. Let's go!"

Hei Wuchang nodded, and the two of them took off their outer covers and wrapped them up. They were all dressed in black and left together.

After a long time, Gu Shengchao seemed to have walked in the void, very tired but didn't know where he went. He felt a cold face in a daze, and a gray-black head appeared in front of him with his eyes slightly opened.

Wolf!

Gu Shengchao suddenly woke up and dodged backwards. The wolf opened its sharp mouth and bit his throat. Gu Shengchao's true energy was dissipated, but his kung fu was still there. He held the wolf's jaw with his arms and kicked the wolf away with his feet.

The wolf was in pain and howled in the air and turned over and fell steadily, making a move to pounce on it. Gu Shengchao touched a few stones, swung his arm, and accurately concentrated the wolf's forehead. Although the stone was not strong, the wolf was also frightened for a moment and did not dare to move forward rashly. The wolf wandered back and forth, slowly retreating and sank in the night.

Gu Shengchao knew that the wolf was cunning by nature and would not give up easily. He felt a few stones in his palm, leaning his back against a large tombstone to prevent the wolf from attacking from behind. He recalled the scene before his coma, and it was obvious that the ancient holy dragon sneaked him into a place to kill him, but why did he let him go? He was puzzled in a trance. However, the wound behind his head was a real existence, which made him confused.

With the faint moonlight, the wolf seemed to have really walked away. Gu Shengchao was puzzled and looked around uneasy, but saw two figures jumping out from a distance and running towards this side.

The two figures moved very quickly and arrived at the cemetery in a blink of an eye. A silver light flashed, and the person in front of him twisted over in the air. The silver light passed by the man, and a "defying" sound was nailed to the tombstone that Gu Shengchao leaned against, which was only about an inch from his shoulder.

Gu Shengchao looked closely and saw a diamond-shaped dart tugging on it. He held the dart and shook it hard for a few times before pulling it off.

The man in front was a little slow, and the man behind was already blocking him.

"Don't leave, little lady, it's a bad thing for me, Fan Datou. It's inappropriate to say no to say anything like this!" The man behind called himself Fan Datou, and his words were very frivolous.

The woman in front said angrily: "Rareless, I should have taken your life directly just now. I blame me for having kind thoughts and let you survive from death." After saying that, she waved her wrist and threw a silver whip of about 100 feet away, and the tip of the whip went straight to Fan Datou's face.

"Oh, little lady, don't be angry." Fan Datou dodged and approached the woman with bare hands.

The silver whip in the woman's palm looked like a long snake. As her wrist trembled, she circled Fan Datou in. However, Fan Datou's body moved very fast. Every time she saw that she was about to be wrapped, she could always escape when she couldn't help it. The silver whip collided and made a crisp "crackling" sound.

Fan Datou was so proud that he was able to help but be proud of his storm. He advised, "My little lady should just follow me. Although I am romantic, I know how to be polite and care about my beauty and will not embarrass my little lady."

"You flower-picking thief, you're delusional." The woman urged the silver whip in her palm to fly up and down, and even if she couldn't win and protect herself, she would be fine.

Fan Datou wanted to capture the woman alive, but rushed in several times but returned in vain. The woman swept across the whip, and Fan Datou jumped up and pointed her toes on the tip of the whip and rushed towards the woman. The woman was shocked and the silver whip was lifted up. The silver whip was filled with true energy. The soft whip stood straight and suddenly turned into a five-foot-long silver spear to protect her. Fan Datou could not use the force in the air, and his whole chest was open to face the silver spear.

During the crisis, Fan Datou waved his hands and darts shot out one by one. The woman did not dare to be careless and drove the darts away one by one. Fan Datou turned over in the air, jumped over from the woman's head, and grabbed it to the woman's head. The woman lowered her head, grabbed the bun on the back of her head, and draped it down.

Fan Datou was secretly proud of his capture. When he was about to land, he suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. He rolled on the ground, and a dart flew across his scalp, causing a cold sweat. It turned out that the woman did not shoot him out of the dart completely, but attached to the barrel of the silver spear, and swung it out when he landed on the ground, almost killing him.

The woman acted in one go, and the silver spear slammed and thrust over. Fan Datou stood up in a weary way, and the points in front of him were full of spear tips. He couldn't tell the difference and had to retreat repeatedly and accidentally stepped on the torch that Bai Wuchang threw on the ground. The torch had already been extinguished, leaving only a piece of scorched part.

Fan Datou slid under his feet and almost fell. In an instant, the woman's silver spear had already stabbed. Fan Datou couldn't dodge and the tip of the spear pierced into his chest. Fan Datou screamed "Oh" and fell, motionless and lost his vitality.

The woman was injured and panicked. The true energy in the silver spear was immediately soft as before. She put away the soft whip and went to check Fan Datou's injuries.

"Hey, are you dead?" The woman kicked Fan Datou, but the other party didn't move. The woman was not sure to stretch her left foot and tried again, but Fan Datou suddenly took the action and grabbed her foot bone.

The woman was shocked and swung her head into the air and kicked her right foot at Fan Datou's temple. This attack brought defense in this move. If the opponent blocked her, the woman's left foot would be freed. If the opponent did not defend, her life would be lost, and the woman would still be the winner in the end.

Fan Datou chose the third method. He did not defend, but just grabbed the woman's left foot and twisted it in the reverse direction.

With a "click", the woman's ankle bone broke. She was in unbearable pain and could not care about anything else. The woman fell from the air and kept moaning.

"Don't blame me for being cruel. You want to put me to death. I have to guard against it." Fan Datou was not very injured. His tone seemed to be frivolous, but in fact he lowered his voice and dared not use force. Every time he said a word, the wound would be violently touched and painful.

"I want to kill you." The woman was furious, but the bone was broken and it hurt so much. She took the true energy several times and gave up halfway.
Chapter completed!