I, a generation of sword demons, seek defeat alone

Where have all the people of the Murong family gone?

On the huge lake, there are only empty and gorgeous buildings.

Di Yu followed the flow of people, not slow, he planned to observe the situation.

Soon, when I went ashore, I arrived at Shenhezhuang.

There were a few servants standing scattered in front of the door, and they bowed slightly: "Sir, please, my wife will see you in the main hall!"

The guests in the house are generally greeted by the men of the main family, but the servants of the Murong family focus on "madam".

Visible.

In the past twenty years since Murong Fu, his madness has not been cured, and his wife can only take charge of the housework.

Di Yu followed the people into Zhuangzi.

Here is more spacious and bright than Mantuo Villa, garden rockery, pavilions and terraces, all show the style of the first family in the south of the Yangtze River.

The main hall is larger, can accommodate several thousand people, and is not crowded.

When Di Yu entered, there were already a lot of people, bustling and noisy.

"This time, I have to ask for an explanation no matter what!" Di

Yu heard a short-bearded man next to him say fiercely.

"Master Xu, have any of you been killed?" asked a tall and thin middle-aged man next to him.

Master Xu snorted and didn't answer, but his chest rose and fell.

Di Yu listened attentively.

I found that many people around me were not greeting each other, but talking about whether there were dead people in the sect.

How can the dead people in the sect have anything to do with

the Murong family! Di Yu was wondering, and someone in front of the hall shouted, "Lady Murong has arrived!"

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

Suddenly.

A figure burst into the hall through the door.

Lightning-fast.

If someone in the middle of the block, that person will push with his hand, or a knife light will slash down.

Many people are running away.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" the man shouted, saying.

Some of them couldn't dodge, and they were angry that the man was rude, so they fought back.

The man was not in a mood for war, but skilfully dodged until he came to a halt by the pillars in front of the hall.

It turned out to be a man in black in his fifties, with an ugly appearance and a heroic face.

"In the south of the Yangtze River, the 'gust of wind' is evil, on behalf of the head of the family, welcome good friends from the rivers and lakes to our village. After

speaking, he glared angrily.

This person turned out to be a troubled evil who loved to fight!

Di Yu couldn't help but take a few more looks.

The storm and evil words fell, and there was a sound of discussion below.

"Mr. Feng, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that your brother Mr. Bao San died at the hands of the owner of Murong Village, and you have already broken with the owner of Murong Village, how can you appear in Yanziwu? Could it be that you are looking for revenge against Lord Murong Village?"

someone in the hall asked.

"Joke!" Feng Bo snorted coldly

, "Feng Lao Si is a member of the Murong family in life, and he is a ghost of the Murong family in death, who said that we broke with the Murong family!" "No matter how many people come today, if anyone dares to find the bad luck of the Murong family, step on the corpse of Feng Lao Si first!"

A sentence instantly made the hall silent.

Twenty years have passed, and the style of the Murong family's generals is still the same.

It's just that the hundreds of people present didn't buy it.

"Quickly let the master of the Murong family come out.

"We're looking for the Gusu Murong family, not you!" Some

people even spoke viciously to each other: "The people of the Murong family are all turtles and soft eggs, all roll in front of Lao Tzu!"

Suddenly, a pleasant voice came out: "Fourth Brother Feng, don't do it." The

voice is coquettish, with the soft words of Wu Nong, who has a Jiangnan style.

Hundreds of people in the hall looked at the sound in unison.

A beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes, wearing a dingjing, slowly walked into the back hall.

"The surviving Kang Abi, only on behalf of the Gusu Shenhezhuang Murong clan, welcome heroes from all walks of life!"

The

people below were thundering.

Di Yu was also a little surprised.

Is this woman Madame Murong? What did she call herself just now

......? Murong

Fu is dead? No, if Murong Fu is dead, Mrs. Murong should be wearing plain clothes. When I entered Shenhezhuang, I didn't see a funeral.

What's going on?"

"Madam Murong, are you joking? Do you know that we came this time to look for Murong to review and verify the matter, and deliberately lied that he was dead. In

the hall, an old man asked.

It is Shi Gangzhong, the owner of Shijiazhuang.

"Why do the surviving people deceive you? My husband was plagued by illness for nearly ten years, and died violently in the night five years ago. He offended many people during his lifetime, and the surviving people thanked him in advance here. "

Finished.

Madam Murong beckoned.

Fifty or sixty servants came out of the back hall, each carrying a large box.

The boxes were heavy, not less than thirty.

Di Yu visually inspected that these boxes were likely to contain Ah Tu things.

The Murong family is rich and rivals the country, not boasting.

In fact, what was more surprising than the wealth of the Murong family was Mrs. Murong's words.

Murong Fu died!

Moreover, he "died violently" of illness five years ago.

At that time, the Di family had not yet been destroyed, and Di Yu had not entered Mantuo Villa.

This can also be understood why after Wang Yuyan chose to marry the Murong family, the Murong family was quiet for three years.

Even, why did Wang Yuyan, who loved Murong Fu deeply, no longer follow her cousin.

That's because "Nan Murong" Murong Fu is gone.

"You're lying!" a plain-clothed man rushed forward, his voice filled with grief and indignation, "Murong Fu's thief is dead, my father...... Who killed my father's old man?"

"Everyone, my father has been in the world for half his life, but he was killed by Murong Fu on the spot because of an unintentional word. "

This hatred, Murong Fu wants to avoid it by pretending to be dead, it is absolutely impossible!" There

was another uproar on the field, and many people thought that Murong Fu was pretending to be dead, in a vain attempt to hide people's eyes.

Shi Gangzhong hugged his fists and said: "This little brother, did you witness with your own eyes that your father was killed by Murong Fu?"

"Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, it was almost the same as seeing it with my own eyes." The

young man said angrily, "Three months ago, my father and his friends went to the hotel for a drink, and saw a middle-aged man grabbing a girl into the store. My father once saw Murong Fu, and he only said, 'Hey, isn't that 'Nan Murong'?

He was fierce and shot at my dad on the spot. My dad was forced to defend himself, but what was his old man...... Which is Murong Fu's opponent, the poor old man did good deeds all his life, and he was beaten to death by this wicked man.......

"This incident was witnessed by the people in the hotel, and my family rushed to check the injury and found that his old man had indeed died under his own 'Tongjiquan'.

"If Murong Fu didn't do this, who else could there be?"

the last question resounded through the hall.

Many people who have encountered similar experiences have a lot of resentment.

Di Yu touched his nose.

If the young man's story is true, it is indeed difficult to explain.

Killing oneself with one's own stunts and ruling out suicide can only be done by the Gusu Murong clan's "one way and one another".

Moreover, the young man's words were what he had seen.

There are both human and material evidence.

"Shen Xian's nephew's words, I believe it. A bearded old man stepped forward, "My son also died at the hands of Murong Fu's thief bird. "