"It's a dead soldier." Zhu Chong's body burst out, and the dust was directly dispelled.

Wu Mingkong also took a look and was indeed dead.

"The big one is unsuccessful, but the young one is saved." Zhu Chong was holding a boy about eight or nine years old in his arms, and he fainted according to the situation.

Yin Zhengliang's expression was a little sad. Wu Mingkong couldn't understand it. He just died of a fellow villager who hadn't seen him for a long time. What's so sad about it?

Of course, Wu Mingkong did not show it either. Although he was very straightforward, he was not stupid. How could he lose a test piece because of his quick mouth?

"This matter is a bit confusing. As soon as we arrived, someone came to destroy the family. I think the next step is likely..." Wu Mingkong said halfway, and then stopped: "Why don't we slaughter the city."

“???”

Yin Zhengliang and Zhu Chong were both frightened by Wu Mingkong's jumping thinking. Why did this involve the massacre of the city? The previous analysis was serious, but why did it suddenly become the massacre of the city?

"The method of massacre of the city is not very good." Wu Mingkong said again. Yin Zhengliang and Zhu Chong were relieved. That's right, it was impossible to massacre the city.

"Let's clean up Jiangnan."

Is this even more excessive than the massacre of the city just now?

"My Lord, I don't think there is any need for this. There are only three or five dead soldiers, and the strongest is the celestial realm." Zhu Chong exhorted.

"Look, can ordinary forces cultivate a dead soldier be able to do it? It must be a big force, and this big force will pull up radishes and carry mud, and there is always a nepotism. If we don't deal with the entire Jiangnan, we will not face the pursuit of those forces at any time in the future, which is very troublesome."

Wu Mingkong's analysis was very organized, and Zhu Chong was almost convinced...

It's strange that those forces can be so stupid? All the forces with a little brain know that they are not easy to mess with. How could they send people to chase after them if they are too old to win over? They wouldn't do this even if they feel that they have a long life.

Moreover, Wu Mingkong, the seventh-grade Lingtai Guard of the Imperial Heavenly Prison, dared to do this. If this matter is reported, the Grand Historian Ji Rengao will visit him the next day. Among them, if it is not considered strong, Wu Mingkong is the safest.

"Give me a chance, after all, we can't kill you with one stick." Zhu Chong said this a little reluctantly, to deal with the entire Jiangnan?

He believed that Wu Mingkong had this ability, and even the master's realm Xiaomaitre was solved by him with one move, so who could stop him?

Before Wu Mingkong could answer, he turned around and looked at a gentle scholar who came over with sadness.

"Brother Runde, are you going?" The scholar's words were as gentle as jade, and he looked like a young man in the turbid world. He was a completely opposite type from Zhu Chong.

Zhu Chong said that he was not heroic, but he was also struggling with the underworld. He always inadvertently revealed the unique temperament of the people in the martial arts world. However, this scholar came from a real scholarly family. His temperament as jade was obviously a noble son.

This is not the point, the focus is on the luck of this scholar, with purple in the green, and five virtues born from jade.

Wu Mingkong's eyes twitched when he saw this scene. Okay, this young master who should be one of the four identities. As for Wu Mingkong, he really had to say that this temperament is really good. I don't know how many streets he has left in Wu Mingkong's temperament.

"I'm one step late." Zhu replied.

"Are you here to find Brother Runde?" the scholar looked at the child in Zhu Chong's arms and asked.

"Runde and I are fellow villagers. I came here in Jiangnan to see it, but unexpectedly this would happen." Yin Zhengliang explained.

"When I restrain my body for Brother Runde, I will talk about it in detail later." The scholar didn't seem to have any thoughts, after all, his friend just died.

Yin Zhengliang also nodded: "If you don't mind us being in the way, you can help me."

"Thank you." The scholar smiled.

Zhu Chong found a cart from somewhere and wrapped the body in white cloth. Everyone was about to transport it out of the city for burial.

The journey went smoothly, and even the soldiers guarding the city did not ask about it. I guess he knew the scholar.

Wu Mingkong did not take action, sat on Heizi and followed him silently. He was wondering how to fool the scholar away, so that he would have another sample of his luck.

In addition, he was also thinking about how to restore his own luck quickly. Although his luck was cut off, his foundation was not lost and he was slowly recovering. It was a pity that Wu Mingkong squandered too quickly at the beginning, and he was lost by him before his luck could achieve a strange phenomenon. He also wanted to know what his luck looked like.

After leaving the city gate, a group of people hung them from afar.

"Sir, do you want to deal with it?" asked the iron hand, covered in a black robe stained with blood.

Wu Mingkong pointed to the scholar in front of him: "Ask him, he is the master's family, and we will follow the master's will."

The scholar was in the celestial realm, so he naturally heard it. He shook his head and didn't say anything. The meaning was very obvious, just don't take action.

Iron Hand also heard this and was silent.

Dig a pit, bury it, fill it up, erect a monument, and then it's done after a simple sacrifice.

There were not so many rules, not even a coffin, and they were buried in such a hurry.

"It seems that your situation is not very good." Wu Mingkong saw his identity as a prince in the real world from the scholar, and he was probably the same trick.

"I have different ambitions. My family wants me to practice martial arts, but I like to study." The scholar explained.

The team of people hanging from behind saw that they were done, and one of the people who looked like a housekeeper stepped forward and said respectfully: "Young Master, it's time to go back."

"I met some friends today, so go back and talk to my father." The scholar replied.

Zhu Chong's body was tense. Judging from this situation, the scholar seemed to have a poor status, but the fact was unexpected.

"Yes, Master, Master must be very happy."

The housekeeper left frankly and neatly, and Zhu Chong and Yin Zhengliang did not expect that there seemed to be many conflicts in the scholar.

Wu Mingkong had no feelings, and it was normal. Just like Wu Mingkong, it seemed like that in reality, but in fact it was completely the opposite.

The scholar in front of him probably like him, who likes to hide his cramped materials, but his crampedness is a bit inferior, and anyone with a discerning eye can see his extraordinary nature.

"Xiaosheng's surname is Ye, and his name is Li, I don't know your noble surname."

"Jiangnan Leaf?"

"Jiangnan Leaf."

"Zhu Chong, a martial artist."

The conversation between Zhu Chong and Ye Li made Wu Mingkong complain, why are your self-introductions so concise and so familiar?
Chapter completed!