Yatai Policy: The New Order of the Mainland

Chapter 157 Breaking the Wall

"Where's General Koyugin?! What did you do to him?" Jalam asked sharply.

He saw the fat man get out of the ball, but there was no movement behind him, he was shocked and angry, and an ominous premonition also rose.

"There is no more General Koyugin in this world! He who knows the current affairs is a hero! Jalam, if you still care about the life and death of these subordinates, please keep your voice down!" the fat man said in a cold voice without haste.

"Shut up, I'll fight you first!" Jaram heard this, roared wildly, and rushed forward with a waist knife.

The fat man didn't even bother to look at the other party. He threw the long sword on the ground, turned around and walked to the master.

At the same time, the sound of fighting sounded again in the hall.

However, everything quickly returned to calm.

"My lord, what should I do with these guys?" Sasha's voice sounded.

"Hey! Let's get them together first. These are hostages. Whether we can go back to our ancestors alive depends on these people! Then, just accompany Ah Chun to watch the gate!" Fatty ordered without turning his head. road.

There was an indescribable loneliness in his voice.

Sasha got the order, without a moment's hesitation, she yanked and kicked, and in a short while all the wounded on the ground were gathered around the ball.

Then she dodges, jumps to Miao Chun's side, sits down on the spot, closes her eyes and adjusts her breath.

Seeing that the situation subsided temporarily, Leg Jing felt relieved.

She wanted to go to Fatty's side and also check the cause of Shelov's death, but was stopped by him, so she could only pout and follow orders.

"Mr. Zhuang, did you find anything?" The fat man stood beside the teacher and asked in a deep voice.

The master was silent for a long while, took a deep breath, and then said softly: "Your chief uncle, he really went! I thought at first, this old man is just pretending to die!"

When the fat man heard this, his heart ached again.

"Then you must not let uncle die for no apparent reason! Let alone die in vain!" He held back the tears that were about to flow again, and said through gritted teeth.

"Look at it too!" The master said with a sullen face, pointing at Serov's body.

Fatty tried his best to control his ups and downs, and looked around.

The master saw that the corpse's clothes had been removed, and a purple-black palm print was imprinted on Serov's chest.

This blow was so powerful that the entire sternum collapsed. Anyone who suffered such an injury would only end up dying on the spot.

Moreover, there are blood-red patterns like tree branches scattered around the palm prints.

The fat man took a deep breath and asked softly, "How did this happen? Is this caused by some kind of injection technique?"

The master's eyes were cold and angry, and he replied affirmatively: "This is exactly the mark left by the injury of the thunder injection technique!"

Fatty didn't know anything about it, so he had no doubts when he heard it, but he still didn't know why the teacher told him this.

He frowned slightly, and said, "Didn't the assassin be caught? I'll ask them to bring him here. I want to ask who ordered him! I absolutely don't believe Cook and the others have anything to do with this matter." It's related, but I'm worried that it's the conspiracy of the McCann Chamber of Commerce and Luman of the ancestors! In that case, things will be difficult!"

"Master Shelov is a middle-level high-level punctuator. It is not easy to hit this palm on his chest. Even I am not 100% sure. So, if this is really a fatal injury, then this person must be It can only be done at a very short distance." The master analyzed slowly.

"Oh? In this way, this assassin is very likely to be someone very close to the chief uncle!" Fatty deduced, while remembering that he attacked Ko Youjin like crazy just now.

God!That old guy is the Thunder Element Annotator.

"Actually, there are many doubts about the cause of Lord Serov's death, it's not as simple as it seems!" The master continued unhurriedly.

Fatty was almost frightened to death by the teacher's slow posture!
They have been tossing around in other people's house for so long, and now the outside is probably surrounded by layers of layers. The more time is wasted, the harder it is to get out!

"Why isn't it simple? Tell me quickly!" Fatty asked eagerly, immediately drawing a cold and contemptuous look from the teacher.

"Never learn! If you spend some time memorizing the books I asked you to memorize, you won't look so stupid!" the master said angrily.

"Beating a child on a rainy day is nothing but idle time!" Fatty's mind suddenly popped out such a sentence.

"Damn! But, when is this! Do you still have the heart to think about teaching me?" He thought in his heart, but said respectfully: "It's my disciple's laziness! How do you do it? What do you mean?"

"Hmph!" The master glared at the fat man, and then continued: "If a living person is hit by the lightning injection technique, these tree branch-like patterns will appear on the skin. However, within an hour at most, even if the attacked person After death, these patterns will gradually fade."

"Huh? Then you mean that this slap is not the real cause of the chief uncle's death, and it is very likely that he was hit by someone not long ago?" The fat man asked in surprise.

The master closed his eyes slightly, nodded and said: "I don't know if it was just hit, I only know that only by hitting a dead person with this palm can the lines not disappear."

When the fat man heard this, he felt that things were complicated.

If it is as the master said, then who made up the palm after Serov's death?

Why would he do this?

Could it be that they are trying to cover up something, or...

"Then what is the cause of Uncle Chief's death?" The fat man asked blankly.

The master sighed softly, but there was a trace of expectation in his eyes looking at his disciples.

"You, don't you see anything wrong?" he asked softly.

The fat man was taken aback, and only then did he understand the meaning of the teacher's question.

He hastily mobilized the energy of the Soul Mixing Orb, and looked at Shelov's body intently.

Unfortunately, nothing was seen.

There is no purple energy, no dark red energy, and no black energy.

It was really just a cold, lifeless corpse.

Seeing the disciple's face full of disappointment, the master's face became even more dignified.

"The truth will always be clarified! Maybe those who are about to come in are willing to tell us directly!" He said suddenly, his eyes already turned to the gate of the palace.

"It's probably about the same time! About how many..." Fatty tried to calm down before he could finish his sentence, but was interrupted by the master.

"Miaochun, Sasha! Come back!" He roared, and his figure had rushed towards the door like lightning.

Sasha's foretelling of the approaching danger was a gleam behind the master.

She heard the roar of the master, and the alarm just rose in her heart.

After all, Sasha is also an experienced senior note teacher, she released the barrier without thinking about it.

At the same time, the tall and thick palace gate turned into powder without a sound, and a gloomy and cold gray energy stood out from the smoke and dust, hitting Sasha's protection.

The dark blue ice barrier instantly shattered, but the gray energy continued to advance unabated.

Sasha didn't dare to fight hard, so she grabbed Miaochun with the force of the impact and flew back.

Although she was fast, she couldn't compare to the incomparably swift energy attack, and the focus that exuded the gray light caught up to her in the blink of an eye.

In the nick of time, a piece of power grid was sprinkled down, able to withstand the gray energy, and it was considered to have saved the lives of the two girls.

The master was not in love with the fight, he moved back and returned to Fatty's side, and he was still a point faster than Sasha.

The gray energy was entangled with the power grid, making a hissing sound, and after a while, the two forces melted away.

"Hehe! Where did I come from to be such a master? He can teach me, Ruhrs, these high-sighted soldiers to be helpless. So it's you! Master, how are you, old man?" In the voice, Three men walked in.

　Fatty: Huh?Is there another senior brother?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)