Just when the two were about to fight again, screams came from the previous house again, and this time the sound belonged to Hua Chen.
Oops!
The skinny old man's expression changed.
Only then did he remember that the main purpose of coming here this time was to protect Du Tong Huachen, not to find an opponent.
Hearing the sound, Wu Chong glanced at the skinny old man opposite. His figure flashed and quickly disappeared into the darkness. In his perception, several more breaths were rushing towards here. If he doesn't leave now, he will leave in a while.
It won't fall anymore.
The skinny old man saw this and did not pursue him.
What happened tonight was completely beyond their plan. Secretly, they didn't know if there were any other enemies. In this situation, the most important thing was to protect Dutong.
"How are you doing, sir?"
The skinny old man returned to the alley, opened the door and walked in.
Inside the house.
Hua Chen lay on the bed with a look of hatred on his face,
"I'm not dead, but my ten layers of golden armor are all gone."
This ten-layer golden armor was a treasure that Hua Chen brought from the capital. He had saved him countless times, but he didn't expect it to be destroyed here.
Not only was the golden armor destroyed, but he himself was seriously injured.
There was only one strange flying sword flying over, but there were five swords!
Jin Jia defended four blows, and the last one stabbed him through. Fortunately, he avoided the vital point at the critical moment and was not killed on the spot. But even so, his condition was not much better, which made the original
Hua Chen, who was preparing to 'fish', was very angry.
He feels that he is a chess player, but there are always some chess pieces that are disobedient.
"There's nothing wrong with the injury. Just rest for a while."
The skinny old man stretched out his hand, and the power of Qi and blood instantly sealed Hua Chen's wound, and then pulled out the iron sword that had pierced his body.
Just an ordinary iron sword.
It costs less than ten cents.
Mr. Zou frowned.
How could such an ordinary sword burst out with such powerful power? When the sword was in the sky, it was like it had its own spirituality, which was completely incomprehensible.
"No one was caught?"
"That man is very strong, and I'm worried about the young master's safety." The skinny old man meant very clearly.
You're holding back.
"What kind of method is this!"
Hua Chen didn't pursue it. Mr. Zou was a master assigned to him by his mother's clan. He had a lot to rely on on a daily basis, unlike the local aborigines who could beat and scold him at will.
"I don't know, I've never seen it."
Mr. Zou shook his head.
This is what he wants to know. Today's fight with Wu Chong made him feel very passive. Wu Chong's methods were completely different from the martial arts he had been exposed to before, as if they were from another system.
"You haven't seen it either?"
Hua Chen was startled and was pulled by the injury on his chest, which hurt a bit.
"The world is huge and there are countless talented people and strangers. I am nothing but a bad old man." Mr. Zou said with a self-deprecating smile.
If he was really that powerful, he wouldn't be forced to stay away from the capital and follow Hua Chen to a place like Daozhou.
"Has the young master offended anyone recently?"
"I've been staying here in black recently and rarely go out."
Hua Chen thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of anything about himself as a sinner. Those weak native mud-legged people were automatically filtered out by him. This is his character. He respects those who are stronger than him, and those who are nobler than him.
People whose status is lower than him and who are weaker than him are never looked down upon.
"There is news from the liquor store that eleven people have bought from me."
Liquor shops sell news.
After Wu Chong and others bought the news, the liquor store sold it to Hua Chen the next day.
"This person knows that the identities of seven of the eleven people have been identified, and the remaining four are still being searched." Mr. Zou nodded. The person below had told him this.
But he didn't think Wu Chong would be among these eleven people.
Among the masters of the three realms, who doesn’t have some power?
How is it possible to go to a place like a liquor store to buy information? Those who hang out there are usually some shady 'ground rats' or some desperadoes. Only those who are not strong and have identity issues will go there.
"Check! Don't let me find him."
The injury on his chest reminded Hua Chen how dangerous this night was.
He almost died.
Originally I just wanted to catch a fish, but unexpectedly I caught a great white shark.
Who can guard against this method of flying swords from the sky?
If I remember correctly, the previous commander-in-chief Mo Shang died under this kind of flying sword. Thinking of Mo Shang, Hua Chen's heart became even more gloomy.
Mo Shang's death has been finalized.
The murderer's head has been chopped off, and now another person appears, will he still have Huachen's prestige?
Where is Taoist official Ji Tianxiong!
Thinking of Master Ji, Hua Chen became even more determined to kill him.
A noisy night.
Qingyi Tower sealed off the Beicheng Hutong area overnight and conducted door-to-door searches. Although they also knew that this method would not catch the real culprit, their attitude towards the outside world must be shown. This can deter another group of people who are watching and tell them:
The state is still the world of Daqi.
Wu Chong returned to the house and fell asleep.
What does the noise outside have to do with him, Deputy Dutong Wu?
It was all done by men in black.
He has been sleeping at home tonight.
I believe that after tonight, he will be able to live a peaceful life for a while. With this assassination, even if Lord Tutong is not dead, he will still live in fear. He should not appear in public again in a short time.
.
The threat of the flying sword is there.
Unless he is not afraid of death.
"The level of sword control is still too low, and the training route for the first level of the three realms needs to be studied."
The first step for a cultivator of immortality is to reach the realm of Qi refining.
The general idea of how to practice this Qi has to be figured out. The experience points accumulated for such a long time are almost about to be used.
the next day.
Wu Chong went back to work openly and honestly, just like a normal person.
Sure enough, Huachen didn't come.
Not only did Hua Chen not come, but most of the officials in his department also didn't come.
The news about the assassination of Lord Tutong last night has now spread throughout the world, and the entire black outfit has become active. As a building that mainly collects intelligence and assassinates, it is quite embarrassing for the boss to not even know that the boss was assassinated.
"My lord, have you heard?"
Not long after Wu Chong sat down, a group of Yue people ran in with faces full of joy.
"What's up."
Wu Chong was lying on the recliner.
If Huachen is not here, he is the boss.
No one is qualified to assign him tasks. This kind of stable life is what he should live.
"Hua Chen's grandson was assassinated last night. I heard he will die soon."
"pattern."
Wu Chong's criticism and education of Yue Qun who was gloating about others' misfortune.
"We are all from the Black Clothes Building. How can we be happy if something happens to Mr. Dutong?" Wu Chong looked like an expert from outside the world.
"After eating, I went out to set off some firecrackers. My throat feels a little uncomfortable today, so I want to make some noise to drive away evil spirits."
Set off firecrackers?
Also, what does throat discomfort have to do with exorcism?
Taking the orange handed over by Wu Chong, Yue Qun's mouth twitched.