Lord of the Night

When Old Man Shen was still there, Li Changkong often drank with Old Man Shen, but they tacitly understood each other and never said it out loud.

They both know each other well.

The old man died and he was the only one left, so he had to keep this secret even more!

"Why……"

In Baiyun Martial Arts Academy, the students were completely excited.

Chief Fang is not a night devil, Chief Fang died unjustly!

There are no bones left, the body is shattered into pieces!

A generation of heroes, famous in the world, benefiting the southeast and benefiting the whole world! Yet he was framed, hunted, wronged, and died violently.

The students' emotions were the most intense.

It is also the easiest to be incited and the easiest to explode. Young and energetic, with a strong sense of justice.

How can I bear it when I hear such things!

Especially a few days ago, I just scolded someone.

That kind of self-blame and guilt, once it arises, makes my whole heart tremble.

I remember that Chief Fang once came to the martial arts academy to give a speech. His majestic appearance and graceful demeanor at that time are still vivid in my mind. That handsome and flawless face is still fresh in my mind.

But they have been separated forever!

"Avenge Chief Fang! Seek justice for Chief Fang!"

Ren Chun and others have gone completely crazy.

Big brother is dead!

The eldest brother was wrongly accused, framed, hunted, and then killed!

"Impossible! Big brother will not die!"

Ren Chun's eyes were filled with blood: "Who dares to say that my eldest brother is dead! Who dares!"

Ren Dong had vomited blood and was unconscious.

His small body was vomiting blood bit by bit, and he was completely unconscious.

The other brothers have straight hair.

Trembling all over.

It's even a little psychedelic, and I feel like I'm in a dream. How could someone like Big Brother die?

Sikong Dou came to take the person back.

He knew that this wave of shock to Jiu Xiao was too great, and at such a young age, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

For Ren Chun and others, the whole world is dirty.

The whole world is ugly.

Only that ray of light has always warmed them, but now, even that only ray of light is gone.

How can this be accepted? How can you bear it?

After bringing Jiuxiao back, they were knocked unconscious and laid on the bed one by one, fed with elixirs, and then let them have a deep sleep first, using sleep to cope with this grief.

Brothers Sikongdou sat opposite each other.

His face was heavy.

"Really dead?"

Sikong Dou asked in a low voice, his white hair slowly flowing, making him look extremely old.

Sikong Ye also lowered his head: "According to the situation at that time, there was no hope of survival, but... What I have always been puzzled about is that Fang Che had never used the Dragon Divine Halberd until that time. Kong Ming sword."

"Even if you can't master the Kongming Sword, the Dragon God Halberd is enough for you. It's still better than his sword with all the ordinary swords..."

"Moreover, although the soul-chasing incense was used continuously, Fang Che had several opportunities to escape. At that time, he could escape by running the Night Demon Magic Art at full strength. After all... there were tens of thousands of miles of mountains and forests. "

"Why didn't Fang Che do that?"

Sikong Ye frowned and said, "So, I still firmly believe that Fang Che is not dead."

Others may not understand Fang Che's strength, but as Sikong Ye is almost half a mentor, how could he not know?

At the beginning, when Fang Che desperately tried to break through, Sikong Ye could tell.

Fang Che still had huge reservations.

So it must be a game.

It was also for this reason that Sikong Ye came back immediately because of Sikong Dou's summons, because he was afraid that his strength would cause trouble there and affect Fang Che's plan.

But now that Fang Che was beaten to the point of being left without any bones left under the gaze of millions of people, Sikong Ye felt something was wrong.

Hearing what Sikong Ye said, Sikong Dou immediately became excited: "You mean, a round?"

"That's all I can surmise."

Sikong Ye said.

"hiss……"

Sikong Dou twirled his goatee, his little eyes rolling.

The sad look on his face disappeared, and he murmured: "Even if it's just a game...but we can't suffer in vain."

Sikong Ye said: "What the eldest brother is saying is that coming to arrest Jiu Xiao is actually not only the Jin family's idea, other families must also want to arrest him."

"Yes."

Sikong Dou said: "It doesn't matter whether you arrest me or not, but if you want to arrest me... this is so intolerable. You actually want to arrest my grandchildren?"

Sikong Ye said: "And we have this opportunity to beat a drowned dog again..."

"So you have to pay the price! This is a heinous hatred!"

Sikong Dou said fiercely.

"Of course, we have nothing to do with Fang Che, and we will not avenge him, but they want to arrest our grandchildren. This cannot be tolerated," Sikong Ye said.

"Of course."

Sikong Dou said: "But let's wait until the guardians deal with them themselves before doing this."

"Of course."

Sikong Ye said: "It just so happens that during this period I will take care of my own strength again. Do you want to contact other Night Emperors to do it together?"

Sikong Dou rolled his eyes and said, "What else do we need to contact about this? If they want to take action, that's their own business. We are just doing our own thing. If they want to take action, it has nothing to do with us. It's not your responsibility to contact us."

"I understand. What brother said makes sense." Sikong Ye understood.

"Pay attention to whose hands the top treasure falls."

Sikong Dou said: "We can't let them take advantage too much. Those are our things. I will take them back when I have time."

"That's right, what elder brother said makes more sense."

...

Baiwuzhou is already a sea of ​​crying.

The whole city is full of incense and candles, and the smoke is rising to the sky.

The ground is covered with white banners, and every household has white lanterns hanging at the door.

Some even hang soul-calling banners.

The mourning hall is full of tears.

Everyone is dressed in white.

The largest mourning hall was built in the largest square in the city.

A statue of Fang Che stands tall.

A pair of white cloth with black characters in couplets hang high.

"When you come to Baiwuzhou, the haze will dissipate in one day. From then on, you will know that there is a blue sky in the world!"

"When you leave the mortal world, it will be difficult to distinguish between black and white in the world. From now on, the mountains and rivers of the continent will never be as beautiful as before!"

"The saints will be established in the sky, and there will be no more blue sky in the world!"

"The mortal world is full of tears; the turbid world is not worth it!"

"The bamboos of Nanshan Mountain are used to write endless love, and the waves of the East China Sea are used to make unimaginable hatred!"

"The injustice of thousands of years is black and white; the eternal hatred is loyal and treacherous!"

"Thoroughly investigate the grace of the world and the world has always been a fairy guest in the mortal world; reverse black and white and confuse right and wrong to know how many villains there are in the world!"

"..."

Some people even began to cast bronze statues of the six major families, engraved their names and knelt around the statue of Fang Che.

The people of Baiwuzhou are very pure. At first, they just held a funeral for Fang Che.

"General Fang is gone. This filthy world is not worthy of a good person like General Fang staying. Let's let General Fang leave in peace. Let's take care of the funeral first. This is the most important thing! Those parasites, demons, shameless people, and despicable people in the world, let's not talk about them now!"

"Send General Fang away. Then we can discuss revenge!"

"General Fang's affairs are bigger than the sky, what are they? Let's take care of the funeral first! As for revenge... That is a hatred that will last for generations, generation after generation, and will never end until death, and it will be endless!"

"Write it into the ancestral precepts from now on , revenge for General Fang is the lifelong ambition of my children! If one generation cannot avenge, the next generation will continue to do so! "

"Let General Fang watch from heaven, we in Baiwuzhou will never forget his great revenge!"

"We may not be able to kill all the big families in our generation, but we will kill them all one day!"

"Jin Chu Pan Shen Mengluo!"

"Write it into the ancestral precepts!"

"I feel ashamed of my surname Pan!"

Baiwuzhou is holding a grand funeral; every household is offering sacrifices to Fang Che's shrine.

Fangwang Temples are rising from the ground one by one.

The incense is flourishing.

From now on, the people of Baiwuzhou will have one more thing to offer to their ancestors.

"May General Fang be healthy in heaven and bless Baiwuzhou. I curse Pan Luo... several families will die out soon, without descendants, and everyone will die miserably and never be reborn."

It has to be said that this is a unique place in Baiwuzhou that is mixed with curses in offerings and sacrifices, and it is the same for all the people.

Then a nationwide movement began.

"Revenge for General Fang!"

"Revenge!!"

"Spend all your money to let your son practice martial arts; kill the despicable villain who framed General Fang with your own hands!"

Driven by the power of hatred, Baiwuzhou's desire for martial arts suddenly broke out unprecedentedly!

Some big families introduced measures: put a sum of money in the guarding hall to subsidize poor children with qualifications to practice martial arts.

In this way, the so-called "training slaves for your own family" was avoided, but many children with martial arts qualifications had the opportunity.

In fact, everyone knows that if these children have achievements in the future, they will not forget this favor.

But this is a favor after all, not a targeted training of thugs for your own family. There is still a difference.

So it was praised, and many families followed suit.

But at this time, a new problem arose.

Everyone was wondering: "Where did Hall Master Wu Zhiyun go? Why did he disappear?"

"Since President Fang was framed, Hall Master Wu Zhiyun was arrested. It is said that he was asked to frame Chief Fang. Hall Master Wu refused to obey and was tortured. Later, there was no news. Was he killed?"

The people guarding the hall became suspicious and began to look for Wu Zhiyun.

Because the current Baiwuzhou guarding hall is leaderless, the Hall Master Jin from the Jin family took office a few days later, and things turned upside down. He ran a step late, and when he packed up his property and ran again, he was blocked by a group of warriors of unknown origin in his place, and a fight broke out.

Later, more and more warriors came, each of them covered their faces, and hundreds of thousands of people besieged and beat the Hall Master Jin and his confidants to death.

There was not a single intact bone in his body, and now the body has been limply hung on the flagpole in the square.

Swaying in the wind.

No one knows who did it, and after investigating, the guards in the main hall came to the conclusion: an enemy from the underworld.