The blood all over the floor has dyed everything in the house red.
The blood had solidified, as if someone had laid an inch-high bloody floor in this house.
Zhao Bai's eyes searched the room.
No one, no one.
But there were obvious drag marks on the bloody ground.
As expected, someone should have killed everyone in the house and then dragged them out one by one.
Zhao Bai's heart was suddenly filled with fear.
He shouted loudly: "Xiaolan, Xiaowan, where are you?"
Tip toe, he patrolled the entire room like a dragonfly touching water.
After a lap, he gained nothing.
The room was completely silent, except for the bloody smell that slowly dissipated, proving that there had been life.
Zhao Bai's eyes fell on the back door of the house. He ran over and opened the back door.
There was no trace of blood in the back door, as if those who had been killed mysteriously disappeared after coming out of the house.
"Help, help."
Suddenly, Zhao Bai heard a weak cry for help. He didn't think much about it and ran towards the corner where the sound came from.
A young monk was lying in a damaged pagoda. He was so small that he could lie completely inside the pagoda.
"Donor, benefactor, hurry, save me quickly."
Zhao Bai carried the young monk out.
When his body touched the young monk's body, Zhao Bai was startled, but he did not show any surprise.
"It's great to see people."
The little monk was covered in blood, but he didn't care about it at all. He hugged Zhao Bai and had no intention of letting go.
"Little Master, you are safe now. Please tell me what happened in this temple?"
"It's terrible, it's really terrible. That little girl, that little girl who looks so cute, can turn into a devil in an instant."
As the little monk spoke, his body was still trembling, and he hugged Zhao Bai tighter with both hands. At the same time, his face actually rubbed against Zhao Bai's face.
Zhao Bai felt a fresh fragrance coming from his nose, and he felt a little dazed, swaying, and could hardly stand firm on his legs.
When the little monk saw him like this, a smile appeared on his face. He stretched out his little hand and touched Zhao Bai's forehead.
Who would have thought that Zhao Bai, who was still swaying just now and seemed about to fall, suddenly had his eyes shining brightly. At the same time, one of his hands had already grabbed the little monk's finger and pulled it down, only to hear a click.
, the little monk’s two fingers were actually broken.
The little monk screamed, his hands were so painful that they could no longer hold Zhao Bai's neck, and he fell to the ground. However, it was like he fell on a spring, and as soon as he landed, his two calves immediately turned toward him.
Zhao Bai kicked him over.
"Shaolin Tan Legs?" Zhao Bai asked in shock while moving quickly to avoid the young monk's sharp, knife-like legs: "What do you have to do with the Shaolin Temple?"
"Master Qin, or I should call you the King of Zhennan. If you know Tan Tu, you have something to do with Shaolin Temple. If I know Dali's Yang Finger, wouldn't I be related to your Xiaolan?"
As he spoke, the little monk pointed his hand towards the rockery in the backyard. There was a loud noise, the rockery fell down, and the sky and the earth were filled with smoke.
With this kind of skill, even if Duan Ren was reincarnated, he would still be shocked.
Zhao Bai was stunned by this completely authentic Yiyang fingering technique.
Who would have thought that the young monk was clapping his hands and laughing. After laughing for a while, he suddenly looked sad again: "It's over now. I can almost do all the martial arts in the world, right?"
, King Zhennan, I can even imitate the sound of your flute in such a three-dimensional manner, wouldn’t I have something to do with the entire martial arts world?”
"Are you Beizhang?"
Zhao Bai could hardly believe that the person in front of him was Beizhang.
But he saw that the little monk was already laughing.
In his laughter, Zhao Bai saw an increasingly delicate body. The person in front of him quickly transformed into Zhao Yuer's appearance within a few seconds.
Turtle Shrinking Kung Fu, this is the Turtle Shrinking Kung Fu that allows Wulin to tremble three times.
"Daddy is more straightforward than Qin Shaobai. I just like daddy, but daddy doesn't like Yue'er, right?"
The voice turned into Zhao Yue'er's sweet and charming girl's voice, which was also filled with a touch of sadness.
"Zhao Yuer, where is Xiaolan? Where is Xiaowan?"
"Oh, daddy, Yue'er has just met you, and you are already thinking about another woman, and there are two women at that. You are worthy of my mother."
"Zhao Yue'er, what do you want to do? Return them both to me quickly."
"Alas." Zhao Yue'er looked helpless, "Dad, Yue'er has been waiting here for dad. I really haven't seen Sister Xiaolan and Sister Xiaowan. How can I return them to you?"
Seeing Zhao Bai's eyes flickering, Zhao Yue'er laughed out loud, "However, there was a little girl here just now, kneeling there to worship God. She went crazy for some reason, and first punched a woman next to her.
, and then like crazy, he picked up a sword and stabbed the person in the house,"
While Zhao Yuer was talking, she was also assisting with her movements, as if she was telling a story.
"Where did she get the sword? How does she know how to use a sword?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell dad. I put that sword there intentionally. As for the swordsmanship, dad doesn't know, but Uncle Qin knows. Sister Xiaolan avoided me but taught Xiaowan a lot of skills, especially
Her plain bamboo sword technique looks very useless, but it is more than enough to kill a few unarmed people."
"Nonsense, how can Xiaowan kill people with a plain bamboo sword? Even if she is really controlled by someone and loses her normality, Xiaolan will definitely stop her."
"Dad is right, but don't forget, Xiaowan is your Zhao Bai's daughter, and she has a murderous and decisive spirit in her bones. Moreover, the poison I used on her over the past few days has already caused a lot of damage."
If the effect is achieved, won’t she just kill whoever I ask her to kill?”
"You monster." Zhao Bai couldn't listen anymore. He waved his hand and a jade flute fell into his hand.
"It is said that when the King of Zhennan plays the jade flute, all the heroes in the world will cry. Today I want to experience the power of the jade flute."
As Zhao Yue'er spoke, black smoke came out of his body, and he transformed into a burly middle-aged man again. This should be Beizhang himself.
"Stop, Xiaobei, you are getting more and more presumptuous now. How can you treat my guest like this?"
Outside the yard, a man's strong scolding voice floated.
Beizhang immediately stopped his fist and lowered his head respectfully: "Master, Xiaobei doesn't dare!"