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Night is coming quietly.

In Lingyao's courtyard, Lu Fan and Han Feng quietly looked at the man in front of him and slowly asked some questions.

This man is the chief killer of the Red Clothing Sect.

Named, Thirteen.

When he first heard this name, Lu Fan thought the other party was deliberately lying to him.

But when Senior Brother Han Feng crushed one of his arms and he still couldn't say other names, Lu Fan believed that he was called this name.

This person talks very little, is extremely simple, and feels very awkward when speaking, as if he is mute.

His eyes were empty, describing thinness, even if his whole body was filled with arrows, his hands and feet were broken, and his bones were broken. He didn't say a word.

"Thirteen, I'll ask again. Who is your sect leader? Who has you been instructed to kill me again."

Thirteen slowly spit out two words.

"I don't know!"

After saying that, he stopped talking.

Senior Brother Han Feng couldn't stand it anymore and stood up and said, "Junior Brother Lu Fan, let me kill him. It's impossible to hit a single point with three sticks. It's useless to talk nonsense to him. Did you notice that he didn't talk more than three words. Talking tricks on us on purpose!"

Senior Brother Han Feng pulled out the sword and prepared to end him with one sword.

Seeing Senior Brother Han Feng set out on his sword, Shisan suddenly showed a hint of relief.

He seemed to relax. Lu Fan saw this scene keenly and raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, Senior Brother Han Feng. Don't worry, let me ask again."

Senior Brother Han Feng looked left and right, and put down his sword helplessly.

"Okay, please ask. I'll go to bed first. I've been fucked for a day and I'm so tired. Junior Sister Lingyao, you have no objection to me sleeping in your bed."

Ling Yao bit her lip and said, "Don't touch my things."

Han Feng laughed and said with a hint: "Don't worry, you won't move. Even if it is broken, I'll pay you a new one."

Ling Yao's eyes lit up and said, "Then you can move as you like."

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and went to sleep.

Lu Fan stared at Thirteen in front of him, crossed his hands and fingers, and said, "You don't seem to like talking."

Thirteen nodded slightly, silent.

Lu Fan said, "Okay, from now on. I ask, you answer. If it really doesn't work, you just need to answer yes or no. Don't think about lying to me. My observation is very keen. I can even see your beating meridians through your skin. Do you understand?"

Lu Fan's words are not a fool. With his current six senses, he is indeed extremely sensitive to everything around him. He can really see Thirteen's even a little unusual performance.

"First of all, who sent you here? Can you know this person?"

Lu Fan asked the first question.

"The Master of the Sect."

"Who is your sect leader?"

"I don't know."

"You haven't seen him?"

"yes."

"Then how he gave you a mission."

Speaking of this, Thirteen looked at his right arm and stopped talking.

Lu Fan took a step forward and pulled off Thirteen's clothes on Thirteen's right arm. Immediately Lu Fan saw a black little snake twisting on his arm. Looking up, there were more than one black little snakes, as if his body had become a playground for these little snakes. A group of small snakes swam happily inside, and then they formed a word soul vaguely, making Thirteen's arm look so weird.

Lu Fan simply pulled off all the clothes on Thirteen's upper body. What was immediately exposed was the little snake flowing all over his body.

There are dozens or hundreds of small snakes that are about to reach one foot, which looks particularly disgusting.

Ling Yao stepped forward and took a look, and said, "Soul Control Method, this is a magic cultivator's technique. Lu Fan, he was controlled in this way. He is just a physical puppet."

Lu Fan frowned, he didn't expect that this would be the case.

Inside the ring, the sign of the Daoxin Demon Sect began to jump.

Obviously, the demonic energy on Thirteen's body is also very heavy and is not an ordinary method.

"Are you being controlled by someone, you have to do it?"

Lu Fan asked.

Thirteenth answered: "Yes."

Lu Fan remembered the scene in the dungeon that day, those warriors who could not beat them and had to fight to the death. They even struggled after being nailed to the ground by Han Feng.

Lu Fan then asked, "So are the others?"

Thirteenth answered: "Yes."

Lu Fan sighed in his heart and looked at Thirteen, "So you are just a pitiful person, a dead soldier who was trained, or a tool."

Thirteen said nothing and looked at Lu Fan with empty eyes.

There was no emotion in his eyes, neither seeking to survive nor die.

Lu Fan looked at the little snake and various scars on his body, and thought quietly.

The best way is naturally to kill him directly, and he will be eliminated. But Lu Fan felt that he could not do this.

If he didn't know that Thirteen in front of him was just a pitiful person, he might have slapped him to death with one palm. But now, Lu Fan has no idea.

Turning his head, Lu Fan said to Ling Yao: "Ling Yao, what do you think?"

Ling Yao bit her lip and said, "He looks quite pitiful. Moreover, when he caught me, he didn't seem to do anything. Several other bastards, including Song Zhong, wanted to be careless. But he always stood in the corner and didn't speak."

Lu Fan probably understood what Ling Yao meant.

After a long time, Lu Fan said, "Xiao Hei, lock him up with that old guy. He ruined his hands and feet and threw them into the woodshed."

After saying that, Lu Fan glanced at Thirteen and added another sentence: "It depends on yourself whether you die or live. If you have anything else to tell me, please as soon as possible. Your sect leader, I will find out who it is."

Thirteen lowered his head, but still didn't say anything.

Xiao Hei jumped down from Lu Fan's shoulder, dragged Thirteen away, and threw it directly into the narrow woodshed.

After all this last night, Xiao Hei smiled flatteringly at Lu Fan and touched his round belly.

Lu Fan smiled and said, "I'm hungry, I'll get some food for myself."

Xiao Hei looked around and rushed directly into Lingyao's kitchen.

Speaking of food, Ling Yao seemed to suddenly remember something, and pulled Lu Fan out and said, "Lu Fan, come with me."

Lu Fan didn't understand what Ling Yao was going to do, but he still followed Ling Yao.

After leaving the house, Ling Yao rushed into a dilapidated house next door.

If Lingyao lives in a place that is already a slum, then there are even a few more wood than the wandering streets.

"Mother-in-law, I'm back."

Ling Yao shouted softly and came to the bedside.

Lu Fan looked at him and saw an old woman lying on the bed, slowly opening her eyes.

"Lingyao, you are back."

Tears were falling from the corner of the old woman's eyes, and Lu Fan stood beside her and watched quietly.

Ling Yao quickly took out a few pills for the old woman to eat, then turned around and said, "Lu Fan, this is the mother-in-law who brought me up. My last relative."

Lu Fan nodded with a smile, stepped forward and called "Mother-in-law."

The old woman nodded with a smile. At this time, Lu Fan suddenly saw the old woman's slightly black right hand.

Immediately, Lu Fan frowned.

This blackness made him suddenly sound his master's palm.
Chapter completed!