Wei An sighed softly, his expression slightly complicated.
If the Huo family found out that he was responsible for the murder of Song Ming, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Zhou Zhiyi sent them to assassinate Song Ming and put the blame on the Yan family. Does he want to provoke a war between the two major forces?"
When Wei An thought about that, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in his heart.
"We must improve our strength as soon as possible."
Now he is not short of money. The balance in the system is 11,000 yuan, and the leg head has more than 45,000 yuan.
Everything is ready, but we need talents!
Wait for a genius to appear!
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Not long ago, the top leaders of the Dihu Gang held a meeting.
The four elders were all present, and ten hall masters witnessed it. Everyone unanimously agreed to seek justice for Song and Ming Dynasty, and the counterattack against the wrong Yan family began.
Fueled by anger and hatred, the Dihu Gang became aggressive and gathered strength to uproot many of the Yan family's strongholds and attack and kill the Yan family's legs.
Over at the Yan family, it can be said that when someone leaves the house, the blame comes from the sky, and a blood debt is inexplicably spread.
In Bu Nao, the two forces have been fighting for many years, and the hatred has been accumulated from generation to generation. It has long been like fire and water. Let's start a war. Who is afraid of whom?
Half a month later, the two sides met at "Cao Mashan" and started a fierce fight.
At the end of the battle, rivers of blood flowed and corpses were scattered everywhere.
There are fifty-seven ninth-level members, six eighth-level members, and one seventh-level member of the Dihu Gang who died heroically in battle.
Yanjiabao did not get much advantage, but suffered heavy casualties as well.
After the battle, both sides fought with evil fire, gnashing their teeth, and filled with hatred.
The Dihu Gang regrouped, recruited troops, and prepared to launch a larger attack.
Not to be outdone, Yanjiabao mobilized troops and generals, built high city walls, and prepared to face a wave of deadly battles from the east at any time.
For a time, the northwest border was rumbled, but it also fell into a brief calm.
But all of that has nothing to do with Wei An.
He stayed peacefully in the library of the Dihu Martial Arts School, not competing with things, not seeking to be educated, and just watching the storm with a smile.
Simulate again and again, and pluck out the wool again and again.
Before he knew it, he had simulated it fifteen more times, but still no one could advance to the seventh level.
"It's easier to advance to the ninth level."
"From the ninth level to the eighth level, it can take at least three to five years, or as long as several decades. It is full of difficulties."
"It's even more difficult to break through to the seventh level. Among a hundred eighth-level people, there are one or two people who can advance to the seventh level."
Wei An sighed softly.
It is the third month of spring and the flowers are blooming.
That day, it started to rain lightly in the east.
In the pattering rain, the drizzle is hazy, and the willows are lingering.
There is a lake outside Dihu Martial Arts Hall. Looking from Yuanji, the lakeside is covered with mugwort and reeds have sprouted short new shoots. It is full of spring and picturesque.
After dark and the martial arts hall was quiet, Wei An walked out of the library and took a walk in the rain.
He did not hold an umbrella, and the rain hit his clothes, but the moment they came into contact with the clothes, they were shaken away by the strange power of the liquid.
The rainwater breaks up and turns into rain and mist.
Wei An was walking in the night rain, and the rain kept turning into rain and mist that condensed around him, as if he was surrounded by a large slowly moving thick fog. The picture was particularly magical.
Suddenly, Wei An heard a murmur in the distance.
"Hey, is there anyone?"
Wei An was confused. There should be few people in the martial arts school who were wrong about that.
He was shaking with excitement and followed the sound, and soon found three sneaky voices climbing over the wall and sneaking outside the martial arts hall.
Two women and one man.
Coincidentally, one of the young women Wei An had met before, Chen Wanyi, was a thirteen-year-old girl who was pretty but ruthless and unforgettable.
Calculating time, in less than two months, Chen Wanyi and her parents will all die in a landslide.
The three people carefully looked around to make sure there was no one there, and then started running.
They came to an abandoned old building all the way.
That abandoned building was originally a public bathhouse. It was struck by lightning and collapsed. There was no money to repair it, so it sat there for more than 20 years.
The dilapidated pavilions are rotting everywhere, and ivy grows wildly, covering them with a layer of green.
Wei An had never heard of anyone mentioning that place. Many apprentices would come here to explore and play, especially some lovers who were secretly in love.
Chen Wanyi and three others entered the abandoned building in the dark, climbed onto the creaking second floor, and gathered in a corner.
"Is it right there?"
"Um!"
Chen Wanyi asked and answered questions with the young man.
They didn't know that Wei An followed them quietly and hid not far away.
Wei An was shocked by what they said in Bu Nao and Jie Dong Lai.
"Is there really a 'ghost' there?" Chen Wanyi stared at the corner with a suspicious expression on her face.
The young man continued: "He lied to me and killed his whole family. He really saw a ghost there."
Another girl asked: "How did you see it? Why can't he see anything?"
The boy turned over his legs and took out a small red porcelain bottle and said, "We have to use that thing to see ghosts."
Chen Wanyi looked at the porcelain bottle and asked, "What is it?"
The young man replied: "With the juice of the other shore flower, if you put the juice on your eyes, you can see some invisible existences, such as ghosts."
Chen Wanyi and another girl looked at each other wrongly. They obviously didn't believe what the boy said.
But the boy immediately opened the porcelain bottle, poured out a drop of viscous liquid and applied it to his right eye, while covering his left eye.
The young man stared at the corner with his right eye wide open. At the next moment, he took a step back and shouted: "I saw it, he saw it!"
Seeing this situation, Chen Wanyi finally couldn't bear it anymore, took the porcelain bottle, and applied some viscous liquid to her right eye.
She looked intently, and her delicate body froze suddenly!
Wei An clearly saw that Chen Wanyi's pupils shrank outwards, as if she had seen something scary.
Her throat was throbbing, but she couldn't make any sound.
The other girl did the same, but she had the same reaction. She froze in place, staring straight at the corner, and even her breathing froze.
"No, did they really see a ghost?!" Wei An's head was suddenly shaken.
In that world, are there ghosts?!
Although Wei An had already had a premonition that there would be countless kinds of cocoa in that martial arts world, he never expected that ghosts would be right next to him!
Thinking of this, Wei An moved his feet eastward and turned into a series of afterimages, coming behind Chen Wanyi and the others.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Wei An used his leg knife to cut the backs of the necks of Dong and the others, and the three of them immediately fell to the ground and passed out.
The small red porcelain bottle then fell into Wei An's lap.
Wei An hesitated for a moment, then poured out a drop of viscous liquid and applied it to his right eye. Then he closed his left eye and looked up at the corner ahead.
Just by looking at it, his whole scalp went numb and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
I saw that in that corner, which was originally empty, there was a strange little boy standing with his back facing inwards.
The little boy's skin was very red, and it was very red after being soaked in water for a long time.
The little boy's head is clearly visible, but the area east of his neck is blurry, like a mist composed of gray dust.
Wei An was so shocked that he closed his right eye and opened his left eye. When he looked again, there was nothing in the corner.
No!
Wei An opened his eyes at the same time, and instantly, an indescribable coldness filled his heart.
I couldn't see anything with my left eye, but the back of the little boy's head appeared in my right eye.
Whether it exists or not does not exist, then whether or not is a question!