Under the night, kites were flying in front, and two figures followed closely behind.

The group was not slow and walked along the streets and alleys. Soon after, they had already rushed through the Mijia Villa.

"clatter……"

Zhang Chuwu stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Zheng looked back with a questioning look on his face.

Zhang Chuwu was silent for a moment and said, "Brother Fang, you chase after me first, and I will come later."

“…”

Fang Zheng looked at him in surprise, without thinking too much, and said, "Okay, try to be as fast as possible."

"Um."

Zhang Chuwu nodded, shook the soft sword in his hand, and turned around and ran towards the rear.

He turned two alleys, stopped in front of a courtyard, and walked forward with a cold face to slap the door.

"Peng Peng!"

"who?"

Someone spoke behind the door, his voice trembling, as if he was afraid of something.

"Open the door!"

Zhang Chuwu had a cold drink.

"Crack..."

A crack in the door was slowly opened, and the side face of a young servant was revealed inside.

"It's you!"

When he saw Zhang Chuwu outside the door, the servant opened his eyes and wanted to close the door.

"hiss……"

The soft sword broke through the air, pierced the servant's throat along the tiny crack in the door, and penetrated through the neck.

"Swish!"

Drawing out the soft sword, bringing out a splash of blood.

Zhang Chuwu's expression remained unchanged. He kicked open the door and rushed into the courtyard with a blood-colored soft sword.

"It's you? Zhang Chuwu."

A manager came out of it, and when he saw him, he opened his eyes and looked surprised.

Then he glanced at the servant who fell to the ground behind him, and his expression changed and he was about to turn around and run away.

"You know me, too."

Zhang Chuwu nodded and quickly stepped forward. The soft sword in his hand shook, and it wrapped around the manager's neck.

"That's damn!"

The soft sword pulls back.

"Sher..."

A bloodstain appeared on the manager's neck, and at the same time cut off his vitality.

"ah!"

The screams sounded from not far away, but the two maids saw this scene and screamed on the spot.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Chuwu glared at his eyes. Although he did not have a pair of tiger eyes, his evil spirit also made the screams of the two women abruptly stop.

"You two!"

He stepped forward, and the soft sword in his palm shook continuously: "Can you know me?"

“No…I don’t know.”

The maid shook her head tremblingly.

"If you don't know, then let your lives go."

Zhang Chuwu nodded and reached out to pinch their erect necks. The two girls fainted on the spot.

This method of causing a coma is also a small skill in swordsmanship, and he can use it with his hands.

"come out!"

He suddenly turned around and looked at a long pavilion not far away.

"Murdered!"

A figure there shook, a blue-clothed servant screamed and ran desperately towards the backyard.

"court death!"

Zhang Chuwu's eyes turned red, and he rushed forward quickly. The soft sword in his hand flew out and shot away.

"puff!"

A sword pierces the heart!

The servant staggered for a few steps before he rushed to the ground with his soft sword and immediately lost his breath.

Zhang Chuwu went forward and pulled out the soft sword, as if he had red eyes. Anyone who knew him along the way would be a sword.

Soon, he broke into the backyard hall.

A beautiful woman stood tremblingly in the hall, being supported by a man and a woman to escape.

But it was blocked on the spot.

"You...who are you?"

Mrs. Mi's voice trembled and her eyes were frightened: "Isn't you afraid of the king's law?"

"You don't know me."

Zhang Chuwu nodded: "But I know you!"

"Miss from the Sun family, wife of the Mi family, and biological mother of Mi Junliang, you have given birth to a good son!"

"Jun Liang!"

Mrs. Mi's eyes moved and she said anxiously: "What's wrong with him? Where is he now? Is there something wrong?"

"You want to know?"

Zhang Chuwu's mouth curled slightly, and he rushed forward with a quick glance, and said coldly: "I'll send you to see him now."

"puff!"

The soft sword pierced into the soft chest and abdomen, and with one stir, it slashed the skin, causing the internal organs to roll down and blood to surge out.

Mrs. Mi lowered her head, her intestines rolled when she entered her eyes, and her blood was scarlet, and her eyes couldn't help but feel confused.

"It seems that your heart is not as dark as you imagined. Unfortunately, only your son's life is life, but others' life is not?"

Zhang Chuwu sneered, and a casual sword caused the other party's pain.

"Hero!"

Behind Mrs. Mi, the man and the woman had already had a pale face, and then she suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

"Good hero, please spare me!"

"We know nothing, we don't know nothing."

"snort!"

Zhang Chuwu snorted coldly: "Help the evil be punished, he should also kill him!"

"Sher..."

The cold light flashed, and a bloody red color.

…………

Fang Zheng followed the kite all the way.

Soon, the kite stopped near a group of tombs on a deserted slope and hovered back and forth at a low altitude.

It was dark in the night, and if it were others, they wouldn't be able to see anything.

But Fang Zheng's eyes were very good. Because of his skills, his vision at night was not even worse than during the day.

So he saw the Taoist sitting cross-legged in the middle of the grave at a glance.

The Taoist was wearing a Taoist robe, with a long and narrow face, gloomy eyes, bloodshot corners of his mouth, and a pale complexion.
To be continued...