"Yuan Qianhu, you can mobilize people here and surround this place within half a quarter of an hour."

At a command from Li Buzhuo, Yuan Xiong agreed to leave, and Li Buzhuo walked towards Linguang Pavilion.

Linguang Pavilion faces water in the north. It is said that the entire land deed belongs to this building. There are no other houses on the east and west sides except for a few elegant pavilions and platforms. This pavilion is an industry opened by the Feng family in Hedong County. The first floor sells classic calligraphy and paintings, top-quality tea and other items. It is said that the second floor sells antiques and treasures and authentic works of predecessors who have learned to refine Qi, and even buys and sells firearms. However, if you want to go to the second floor, you must have the identity of a distinguished guest in the building or recommend it to an acquaintance. There has never been much lively place like this, and even the days of the Lantern Festival, the four are very quiet.

Carrying the sword of the candle dragon, Li Buzhuo pretended to pass by. His conspicuous white hair was covered with a magpies' feather crown and walked past Linguang Pavilion. Sure enough, it attracted the vigilant gaze of the guard servant. Escaped under the palm of the mud Buddha, by chance, he entered the non-thinking and non-thinking heaven in Mi Lianhua's mouth, that is, the realm of no self, Li Buzhuo's thoughts seemed to be cleansed and his spiritual sense became much more acute. He found that a fisherman holding a pole on the water shore and two passers-by were all disguised by people among dragon birds.

After passing Linguang Pavilion, Li Buzhuo came to the shore of the water. Fushui touched the north bank of Linguang Pavilion, forced the inner qi out of a layer, covered the surface of his body, and opened the lake water without getting stuck in clothes. This move consumed the inner qi and could not last long. Fortunately, the journey was not far, and it took only ten breaths. Li Buzhuo approached Linguang Pavilion without causing any splashes of water.

The dragon bird holding a pole on the water shore was not far away. Li Buzhuo raised his gaze and could see the bottom of the boat. Just as he was about to solve this person without knowing it, Li Buzhuo noticed that there seemed to be a stream of living water beside him. The place on the shore in front of him was pitch black. His inner qi reached his eyes. Even the bottom of the water was like a rhinoceros candle. There was a hole half a person high in front of him, and there were many caltrops hanging on the iron net at the entrance of the hole.

"The secret passage of Linguang Pavilion or a place where sewage is poured out?"

Li Buzhuo swam over and saw a lot of water plants and mud attached to the caltrops. He waved his sword and a long distance from the candle dragon sword blade, the river water boiled, and the iron net was silently cut open a gap, melting and turning red at the break, and was extinguished by the cold lake water flowing through.

Cut open the iron net blocking the way, Li Buzhuo drilled into the hole. The hole was not long. Li Buzhuo walked less than ten feet away and then came out of the water surface. It was pitch black all around, as if it was a well, with only a few lines of dim flames coming out of the gap in the wooden board above his head.

"It turned out to be a well for taking water."

Li Buzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, clamped his fingers into the gap in the well wall, and as soon as he tried his best, he jumped to the wellhead, supported the well wall with his feet, and found that the wellhead had been dead. He was about to cut open the man's cover with a sword, but Li Buzhuo paused and heard a man's breathing outside.

Dragon Bird's people or innocent people?

Forget it, it’s better to kill the wrong one than to take risks.

Li Buzhuo had a thought and was in harmony with Zhulong's soul in the sea of ​​consciousness. Zhulong's sword came out of his hand, piercing through tofu, and piercing the manhole cover. The outside situation also appeared in Li Buzhuo's mind from Zhulong's eyes.

A short piece of butter candle was burned on the table, and many corpses were piled up beside the debris. The blood on the corpse had not dried yet. It was obvious that it had not been dead for a long time. The person guarding the corpse was dressed in black. He was looking at the beautiful maids in the corpse. He tickled and said to himself: "What a pity..."

Suddenly, he saw Zhulong Sword and his face changed drastically!

In the flash of lightning, Zhulong beheaded the man with a sword, and the wound on his neck was burned to black, and no drop of blood was leaked.

Bang!

Li Buzhuo jumped out of the wellhead, and Zhulong fell into his hand and looked around.

This place is not a secret room, it is the place where water is collected from the underground of Linguang Pavilion. These corpses look like the original crew in Linguang Pavilion, and have not been dead for long. They have traces of being bound on their bodies and are injured on their faces. They are obviously imprisoned and killed tonight.

"Hey, this person?"

Li Buzhuo's eyes fell on a young man. This person looked a little similar to Feng Kai, less masculine, but more handsome. He was gorgeously dressed, but his hair was disheveled, his eyes were dispersed, and his breath was gone.

Li Buzhuo immediately recognized the person's face and frowned with a portrait of Feng Yu who had been sent by the Feng family to form an alliance.

"Are you late?"

Li Buzhuo pushed the door out, and there were several rooms piled up with miscellaneous items next to him, and a large charcoal-burning ground dragon, which was very deep. Not far away were steps up the ground. Going up the steps was the backyard of Linguang Pavilion. There were precious calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall of the corridor. There were coral ornaments and vases on the red sandalwood bench at the corner of the aisle, but there was no maid who was caring for it.

Suddenly, a vibration came from the main pavilion, but there was no sound.

"Sound insulation law prohibits?"

Li Buzhuo did not approach him rashly, and let the candle dragon fly out.

In Linguang Pavilion, the firearms and smoke were gone, and the four golden armored gods were full of holes. Fu Li's thoughts turned sharply, but he could not think of a way to escape. He sighed to the man in purple: "I have implicated you."

The man in purple face was determined and said to Fu Li: "If the lady cannot leave, the Feng family will definitely not be able to hide this matter."

Slap!

Feng Yu slapped his palms twice, smiling: "I am worthy of being the leader of the wealthy family, and with a single magic weapon, I can survive until now. I want to see how many methods you have."

At the edge of the pavilion, Li Buzhuo saw Feng Yu and was secretly shocked: "No wonder, no wonder, this man pretended to be Feng Yu. If he could kill Fu Li in this Linguang Pavilion, he would throw his true body that had just died underground into this pavilion, creating a situation of fighting between the two parties. Even if someone saw the flaws, the two families would not be able to form a conspiracy. No matter what, Fu Li died in the Feng family's industry, and the Feng family could not escape the relationship, and the Feng family also died of their direct descendants. How could he swallow his anger when he was blamed by the Fu family?"

What a stingy method.
Chapter completed!