In the Ying Guogong's mansion in Yongxingfang, Chang'an, a group of black armored soldiers, led by two burly and inhuman men, were searching from house to house as if they were robbing bandits, and arrested all the living people. He came out and dragged him to an open space in the back garden of the mansion.

Something weird happened...

During the arrest process, no matter where these living people were hiding...for example, under the bed, in a box, in a closet, or even in the toilet, it was of no avail. These black-armored soldiers seemed to have clairvoyant eyes, wandering around the room. Just turn around and shrug your nose, and you can find them accurately.

What's more, no matter how hard these captured people struggled and cried, their voices seemed unable to be transmitted outside the mansion, and even the villagers stationed near the wall not far from the mansion couldn't hear them. arrive.

"What are you doing?"

A richly dressed middle-aged man was lifted out of the toilet by a strong man in clerical uniform as if he were carrying a chicken. When he was lifted out, he still had a look of horror on his face, struggling and still trying to Threaten the other party.

"I tell you that so-and-so's brother is Duke Ying, a prominent figure in the court. If you dare to do anything to so-and-so, the court will definitely not let you go..."

Snapped!

The strong man in scholar's uniform who was carrying him slapped him impatiently, making his head buzz.

"Shut up, I'm going to take you to meet your brother right now!"

"What!"

After hearing the strong man's words, the middle-aged man was instantly frightened and turned pale. Then he collapsed. He started struggling desperately and crying at the same time!

"I won't go, I don't want to see my brother..."

Plop!

The strong man in scribe's uniform waved his hand, and the middle-aged man's body drew a parabola with a cry in his voice, and then landed on the ground, and then rolled on the ground several times without losing its momentum.

The next moment, the dizzy middle-aged man ignored the pain all over his body. He turned over and knelt down with a loud sound, kowtowed on the ground and said something in his mouth.

"You heroes, you can take whatever property you want in this house, but let me live. I really don't want to see my brother..."

"Yeah?"

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, he heard a very familiar Shanxi accent.

"Third brother, do you don't want to see me, or do you dare not see me?"

"..."

As soon as the words came into his ears, the body of this middle-aged man, who was kowtowing as if he was pounding garlic, suddenly froze.

He raised his head tentatively and saw under the bright moonlight, a dignified middle-aged man wearing a purple robe and a beard, looking down at him majestically with a cold face.

"Fourth brother!"

The middle-aged man looked in disbelief and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

"It's really you, you're not dead..."

Halfway through the words, the middle-aged man reacted.

"No! Someone who watched your body being laid and buried with his own eyes, you are definitely dead!"

"That's right! I'm already dead..."

Warrior Xun replied coldly.

"If I didn't die, third brother, how could you have the guts to live in my house, spend my money, abuse my wife, kidnap my son, and embezzle my family property?"

After hearing what Samurai Yu said, Samurai Rang, who was kneeling on the ground, first had a look of shame on his face, but then he became righteous again.

"Fourth brother, you have to speak with your conscience! You and Dalang Erlang are out to seek wealth and live a good life, but brother, I can only help you raise your younger siblings Xianglishi, Yuanqing and Yuanshuang in my hometown.

,Brother, have I ever said a single word no?"

Although he didn't want to see his biological brother at all before, after seeing his biological brother, Samurai Joe didn't seem to be so afraid anymore. He stretched out his hands, got up from the ground, and stretched out his hands naturally

Dusted off the dust on his knees.

"Now that you are dead, brother, your family property should naturally belong to Yuan Qing and Yuan Shuang. And brother, I will take some money from your family as compensation for helping you raise your wife and son over the years. It's not too much!"

After hearing what Samurai Rang said, Samurai Xun nodded coldly.

"Yeah! It's not too much..."

"yes!"

The warrior clapped his hands and answered calmly.

"So fourth brother, brother, I..."

Snapped!

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that Samurai Yu had already taken a step forward, raised his arm, and slapped him on the face, causing him to spin around in circles several times.

"Third brother, the little tricks you lied to were taught to you by my younger brother. Is it useful for you to show off to me here now?"

"Shiro..."

Samurai Rang, who had no idea that Samurai Yu would hit someone, touched his face with his hand, looking shocked and angry.

"How dare you fight against my brother? Do you still have any filial piety?"

"Third brother, did you make a mistake..."

Samurai Yu looked at Samurai Rang with a cold expression, and said through gritted teeth.

"So-and-so is dead! Do you think a dead person would talk to you about filial piety and brotherhood?"

The warrior touched his cheek with his hand and opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer.

"..."

At this time, just a few thumps were heard, and several more living people were dragged over by the black-armored ghost soldiers and thrown into the open space. Then Yang Mudan, who looked slightly panicked, held them tightly in his hands.

Anti-wolf spray, holding the hand of the little maid Cuiqiao, followed by several ghost soldiers to the scene.

"Report to the two judges..."

The ghost soldier who brought Yang Mudan clasped his hands and said to the two burly men standing aside.

"All the living people in the mansion have been brought."

The two burly men nodded, and then looked at Samurai Xun.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's start..."

Warrior Xun glanced at Yang Mudan, nodded coldly, then took a step forward, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes swept over the faces of the living people present.

"Lao Zhong, come out!"

"yes!"

After hearing Lao Zhong's voice, the trembling old housekeeper Wu Zhong, although with fear on his face, still boldly walked out and saluted the warrior Tong with clasped fists.

"What's Alang's order..."

Looking at the old butler in front of him, Samurai Yu's eyes fluctuated slightly, but his tone was still cold.

"Lao Zhong, how long have you been following a certain person?"

"Qiqi Alang..."

The old butler lowered his hands and replied respectfully.

"The old slave has followed Alang since he was sixteen years old, and it has been thirty years now."

"Yes! Thirty years..."

Warrior Xun said with a stern face.

"I always thought that you, Lao Zhong, were trustworthy, but what happened... Lao Zhong, you actually watched a certain person's property being embezzled and his new wife being abused?"

Plop!

The old housekeeper Wu Zhong knelt directly on the ground.

"Qi Alang, this old slave has evil intentions."

After hearing his words, the warrior Xun uttered a word coldly.

"explain!"

"Ever since Alang passed away and Mr. Sanlang came to the mansion, all the managers in the mansion have stopped listening to the old slave!"

The old housekeeper kowtowed three times on the ground.

"Watching them embezzling Alang's assets and bullying the lady every day, the old slave is also very sad. However, the old slave is old and frail. Apart from secretly sending some water to the lady, he can't do much else..."

"oh……"

Warrior Yu turned his head, and his somewhat complicated eyes fell on the eldest lady of the Yang family.

"Ms. Yang, is this possible?"

"have!"

Yang Mudan held her anti-wolf spray tightly with one hand, licked her hair with the other hand, and said calmly.

"The slave family appreciates the kindness of Butler Wu Zhong."

"good!"
To be continued...