However, He Qinghai and Sun Fangjin did not trust Zhou Xingyun, and they wanted to ask more questions to test Zhou Xingyun's tone.
However, before they could continue asking questions, the crowd behind Zhou Xingyun began to whisper and make rustling sounds of doubt.
"What's going on over there? It seems like something happened."
"Which way?"
"Over there, on the other side of the city gate, diagonally opposite us, there is a group of people coming."
"What are they carrying? It looks like a wedding team?"
"But I didn't hear anyone blowing the trumpet."
"Hush! Those are for funerals!"
"Ouch, what a bad luck!"
The whispers in the crowd reached the ears of Zhou Xingyun and others. He Qinghai, Zhou Xingyun and others were very curious and subconsciously followed everyone's whispers and looked at the group of people they were talking about.
You wouldn't know it, but you would be shocked to see that the group of people walking diagonally opposite them were none other than Sun Butong and others who had lost contact for seven days.
Their dejected and stumbling figures looked so miserable and desolate under the reflection of the setting sun.
No wonder everyone immediately regarded them as mourners...
"Zhiping!"
"different!"
Qiu Zhenxi and Sun Fangjin shouted in unison when they saw their son.
Their shouts caused a group of young warriors from the Martial Arts Alliance to collapse.
Collapse? Yes. A collapse!
Everyone finally returned to Wuwei City alive!
These past few days have been nothing short of a nightmare for a group of young warriors. In just seven days, the deeds they experienced in their confrontation with evil will become indelible psychological trauma in their lives.
When a group of young warriors from the Wulin Alliance finally returned to Wuwei City, they saw the reassuring city gates and city guards, and heard the calls of their reliable elders.
For a moment, the tense nerves relaxed, the pain accumulated in my heart exploded, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many days collapsed at this moment.
When Qiu Zhiping saw his father, his legs went weak and he sat on the ground exhausted.
Many people could not suppress their inner sadness and burst into tears. Because they came back safely, but some people will never come back.
At the moment when their spirits relaxed, when they escaped the evil pursuit and could finally breathe a sigh of relief, when the fear gradually receded, the suppressed sadness in their hearts also surged into their hearts.
A group of young warriors from the Martial Arts Alliance stopped at the gate of Wuwei City. They seemed to have no strength to take another step forward. They were all powerless and helpless.
When He Qinghai, Sun Fangjin, Qiu Zhenxi and others rushed to join Sun Tong and his party, they saw many young gangsters, all seriously injured...
However, in just this moment, He Qinghai and others turned their eyes away from the injured person.
Because they have seen those chilling, lifeless corpses lying on the ground that they cannot accept and cannot let go of.
"What... what... what happened to them? What happened to them!" He Qinghai asked hysterically. Although he didn't know what happened these days, he knew that the corpses on the ground represented the seriousness and helplessness of the situation.
Redeemable.
"well……"
Lao Jianghu in the Wanglou Martial Arts Arena could only express the anguish and helplessness in their hearts at this moment with a heavy sigh. If they had known that things would turn out like this, they really shouldn't have taken the job of the Martial Arts Alliance.
To be sure, the masters of Wanglou Martial Arts Arena were thinking about how to get out of the arena on their way back to Wuwei City.
The current situation of the Wulin League is a mess, and no one wants to help clean up the mess.
After all, in this rescue operation, forty-one young warriors from the Wulin Alliance died.
This is almost twice the number of people they rescued! It’s really a loss that outweighs the gains.
Aren’t there only more than thirty warriors who died in battle before?
That was what happened yesterday.
Although Sun Tong and others were not attacked by evil warriors on their way back to Wuwei City, several people were still seriously injured and died and lost their vitality on the way back to the city.
When you return to the army, don't contain it; if you surround the army, you will be surrounded; if you are poor, don't force the enemy.
Sun Tzu tells you in the Art of War not to contain the retreating troops, to leave a gap for the besieged enemy troops, and not to pursue the desperate remnants of the enemy.
Hengyu was very sensible and did not recklessly pursue and kill the righteous warriors who returned to Wuwei City. Otherwise, the masters of Wanglou Martial Arts Arena would be cornered and they would sacrifice their lives and bite the Spirit Snake Palace back, which would be more than worth the loss.
This is in sharp contrast to Sun BuTong's eagerness for quick success...
Nowadays, forty-one young warriors from the Wulin League have died in the battle. Of course, the veterans at the Wanglou Arena want to stay out of the matter and not be responsible for these forty-one lives.
To be honest, the veterans of the Wanglou Martial Arts Arena all felt that they were unlucky.
Although the main leaders of this rescue operation are Sun BuTong and Qiu Zhiping.
The masters of Wanglou Martial Arts Arena can only be regarded as thugs invited by the Martial Arts Alliance. Now that something big has happened, even if they are held accountable, it shouldn't be their problem.
However, forty-one lives were lost! The Wulin Alliance lost forty-one people in battle! The relevant Jianghu sects will definitely be furious when they learn that their disciples died in the action.
The veterans of the Wanglou Martial Arts Arena were among the few elders who participated in this operation. If they did not provide sufficient support by insinuating themselves, they would inevitably be criticized. After all, so many people died...
"Elder He, I think they are all exhausted. Why don't we let everyone go back to the hall to rest first."
He Qinghai stared blankly at the forty-one corpses and kept asking everyone, how did they die? What happened when you went to rescue the hostages? What did the evil sect do to you!
He Qinghai kept asking questions, but Dou Wei, Zhou Shaobo and other young warriors could only lower their heads and couldn't hold back a single word for a long time.
Some people even cried heartbrokenly, not knowing how to answer He Qinghai's questions.
Finally, Qiu Zhenxi had to come forward to persuade He Qinghai, telling him to stop asking questions and quickly take everyone back to the hall to rest and heal.
Although He Qinghai was very anxious and wanted to know what was going on as soon as possible, Qiu Zhenxi had to remind him that this was not the place to talk about business.
Not to mention that Sun Butong and others were all physically and mentally exhausted, and the defeated army who had returned home in defeat needed to find a safe place to rest and heal their injuries as soon as possible.
Don't forget that they are now at the gate of Wuwei City. Zhou Xingyun and his party, as well as tens of thousands of onlookers, are all staring at them and whispering.
I'm afraid I can't hide the news about the Wulin Alliance's defeat today, even if I want to.
He Qinghai calmed down a little after Qiu Zhenxi's reminder. He also realized that this was not the place to talk, and the sun was almost setting.
Taking a deep breath, He Qinghai calmed down and ordered the disciples of Chongming Pavilion who were following him to place the remains of the forty-one deceased. The rest followed him back to the entrance of the Wulin League. It was time to rest.
Rest and heal when it’s time to heal.
Since all those who have returned are in low spirits, we can only let them have a good rest today. Specific matters and problems can only be discussed tomorrow.
In this way, Sun Tong and others who had returned from the defeat, accompanied and comforted by He Qinghai and others, returned to the Wulin Alliance Hall dejectedly.
The moment everyone stepped into the gate of Wuwei City, they were finally home, finally safe... This may be the first feeling in the hearts of many young warriors.
"Xingyun... should we follow them back to the entrance of the hall?" Wei Suyao asked Zhou Xingyun, who was standing still. Where they should go next depends on Zhou Xingyun's attitude.
Are you following He Qinghai and others back to the Wulin Alliance Hall to inquire about news? Or are you doing something else?
"They've already killed people. Is it useful for us to go back to the hall and question them now?" Zhou Xingyun shook his head speechlessly, then took a deep breath and said, "Go to the restaurant!"
Zhou Xingyun did not change his original plan. He did whatever he had to do next and went to a restaurant for dinner as always.
It's not that Zhou Xingyun is cold-blooded and doesn't pay attention to the tragedy that happened in the Wulin League and doesn't care about the forty-one lives, but it's really not the right time to ask more questions today.
He Qinghai and others were resistant to him. Zhou Xingyun knew very well that Sun Butong and others ostracized him.
At this time, Zhou Xingyun wanted to ask questions, and the other party might think that they were gloating about their misfortune.
Furthermore, looking at Qiu Zhiping's lifeless face, I guess he can't even speak clearly.
If there is anything, we will have to wait until tomorrow to discuss it in detail.
Even if Zhou Xingyun did not follow the large troops back to the Wulin Alliance Hall, he still knew the next arrangements.
Sun Tong and a group of young warriors, accompanied by He Qinghai and others, returned to the entrance of the Wulin Alliance Hall.
After returning to the hall, He Qinghai, Sun Fangjin and others will let the young warriors go back to their rooms to rest.
Then, He Qinghai and others will ask the veterans at the Wanglou Arena to find out what happened during their rescue of the hostages, and why Sun Butong and others ended up in such a miserable situation.
Therefore, Zhou Xingyun sincerely felt that even if they followed the large army back to the entrance of the hall, it would be of no use.
Adults are talking, children, get out of here!
He Qinghai ostracized him so much that they went to the old gangsters at Wanglou Martial Arts Arena to inquire about the situation. Naturally, they would not let Zhou Xingyun and his entourage join in.
Tomorrow is the real time to discuss big things!
Of course, Zhou Xingyun will not sit back and wait until tomorrow to take action.
Therefore, Zhou Xingyun took a group of friends to the restaurant and found a private room for dinner...
Boom, boom, boom.
As soon as the waiter of the restaurant put the dishes on the table, there was a knock on the door outside the private room.
"Come in." After Zhou Xingyun agreed, the private room door opened and a figure walked in.
Is the person coming here Qian Chenke? As mentioned before, Qian Chenke will appear by chance as soon as the dishes are served on the table.
No. The visitor must not be Qian Chenke. Because Qian Chenke is a real dog. He comes to eat and never knocks on the door.
Zhou Xingyun didn't pay attention, and this guy sat down at the dining table. In short, when Qian Chenke came to have a meal, he had that 'I came here before you' attitude, he was really mean!
Therefore, the person who knocks on the door and enters the house must not be Qianchenke.