Lord of the night.

Chapter 1168: Causes in the past, consequences today [two in one]

Fang Che's heart suddenly trembled, and he blurted out, "Master!"

He stood up suddenly from the armchair.

The portrait has a gentle and cold gaze, which sways with the wind, and there seems to be a faint smile on the gaunt face.

Look at Fang Che.

It was clearly just a portrait, but Fang Che seemed to have read countless complex emotions from the unchanging gaze inside.

Relieved, assured, regretful, pleased, and expectant.

Even a little proud.

The voice of Yin Shen Gong seemed to echo in Fang Che's heart again.

"Night Demon, this is the path to success that I have paved for you. Are you satisfied, kid?"

Fang Che stared blankly for a long time.

He slowly sat back in the chair.

Master, please watch me today and seek justice for you.

The 'playful and joking' attitude in his heart was completely put away in an instant.

Looking at Yu Hua who was kneeling in front of him.

Fang Che asked softly, "Yu Hua, how many gifts have you received from my master over the years? How many times?"

"In total... more than 1,200 times. Master Yin rarely comes to the headquarters, but he sends someone here once a year. When I come to the headquarters, I will definitely come again."

Yu Hua looked regretful: "In total, I received countless properties."

More than one thousand two hundred times!
Fang Che took a deep breath and felt his fists clench involuntarily.

More than 1,200 gifts and mountains of treasures couldn't make him say a word!

"I'm very confused. I've given you gifts more than a thousand times, and I've been very respectful to you, but you can't even give me a word of help. Why?"

Yu Hua kept kowtowing and dared not speak.

"Then how can you have the nerve to accept gifts every time when you haven't done anything for anyone for so many years?"

Yu Hua continued to kowtow.

There's really nothing to say about this kind of thing.

"say!"

Fang Che said sternly: "Tell me! The reason!"

Yu Hua was dejected, his voice trembling: "…Because, it's useless."

Useless!

Fang Che closed his eyes. These two words simply interpreted the word reality to the extreme.

"Then it would be useful if you didn't help? Did you know that someone is dealing with him?"

"know."

"then you……"

"If you don't help him... you won't offend anyone."

Yu Hua said.

This time, he didn't tell a single lie.

These words shocked Ning Zaifei, Zhou Changchun and others.

Yes.

I know that Bei Mingxin's people are going to deal with Yinshen Palace, and I also know that Ren Zhongyuan is planning to become the leader.

Because Yinshen Palace is useless, I won't help. As long as I don't help, I won't offend Bei Mingxin and other people in the headquarters.

The only purpose of Yinshen Palace is to make money, but these people in the headquarters are everywhere, and they are all powerful departments.

It's not worth it to offend these people for the sake of Yinshen Palace. And it will affect me personally!
This kind of thinking and consideration is actually very normal for the cold-hearted and egoistic Church.

However, Yinshen Palace has trained a good disciple!

Night Stalker!

If there is no Night Demon, then there is no problem! But with Night Demon, this is a huge mistake!
If Yinshen Palace were still alive, things wouldn't be like this now.

But the problem is that Yin Shengong is dead.

And Ye Mo himself knew that his master died for him!

Therefore, if Fang Che could not vent his anger on behalf of Yinshen Palace, he would feel sorry for himself.

“It’s realistic.”

Fang Che's face was indifferent, and he said calmly: "Yu Hua, since you haven't done anything, then it's inappropriate for you to hold the gifts you have received over the years in your hands, right?"

"I am willing to return them all." Yu Hua pleaded.

"I've kept it with you for so long. One copper coin was enough to buy a meal a thousand years ago, but now fifty of them won't even fill your stomach. It's reasonable to increase the interest, right?"

"Should should!"

"Take it."

Fang Che said to Zhou Changchun and the others calmly: "This property is a compensation to my master. My master is gone, and I am his only disciple, so it is only natural that I should inherit this property. It will not go into the public treasury! Do you understand?"

"That's what you should do, my Lord."

Afterwards, Zhou Changchun and others began to rummage through Yu's house.

Fang Che walked lightly.

Enter the main room.

Look up at the portrait in the hall.

"Master."

"I'm here to take you back. We don't live here."

"I will kowtow to you again when we get back."

He stretched out his hand and swept all the tributes to the ground: "We won't eat their dirty things!"

Fang Che stepped on the altar and took down the portrait.

"I'll take you to a few other stores and show you what's owed to us and what's ours. Nothing can be missing!"

At this time.

There was already a mountain of stuff in the yard.

All of the Yu family's property was looted.

Fang Che rolled up the portrait, held it in his arms, and walked out slowly.

"Your Excellency, the things that Master Yin gave me back then should all be here. But over the years, they must have been ruined a lot. Your Excellency, please take a look."

Fang Che rolled his eyes and said, "My master has always been generous. How could he only give such a small gift when asking someone to do something for him?"

"Your Excellency is right. I also feel that this is too little."

Yu Hua kowtowed and said, "Sir, all my life savings are here."

Fang Che said coldly: "Not enough!"

not enough.

These two words are as cold as ice and as hard as iron.

Yu Hua understood.

With a look of despair on his face, he knelt on the ground, drew his sword with a swish, and placed it across his neck, saying miserably, "Sir, is this ok?"

Fang Che looked at him with a cold gaze and said calmly, "Just barely enough."

"Thank you, sir!"

Yu Hua turned his head sadly, looking at his concubine who was kneeling and trembling beside him, and at his descendants who were kneeling in the distance with pale faces.

Before the Night Demon came, he always held a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Maybe, I won’t die?

But now I have finally given up.

The Night Demon's attitude is simple: spitting it back is not enough. Adding all the family property is still not enough.

Even if we give ten times more, it still won't be enough.

He knew that he was doomed today. He had only two choices: resist or his entire family would be wiped out.

If you accept death, you will be the only one to die.

The five words "just barely enough" from Night Demon showed that he didn't want to kill his family, he just showed mercy.

Yu Hua sighed sadly: "I regret it! As the saying goes, if you take money from others, you should help them get rid of disasters. I took the money but did not do anything, so the disaster will be on my head. You should live a good life in the future and don't think about revenge."

He grabbed his hair with one hand and exerted force with the other hand, and the sword flashed brightly.

Blood spurted out.

The head was completely cut off, and one hand was holding up his head, holding it in front of Fang Che for a moment.

The kneeling body fell to the ground dejectedly.

Fang Che took out an empty ring and swept away all the treasures on the ground.

Only a small pile of ordinary gold and silver was left.

Indifferently said: "Let's go."

Zhou Changchun flattered: "Your Excellency is still kind-hearted."

"It has nothing to do with kindness. It's just that I've been causing too many problems recently. Vice Chief Yan and others are watching. If I do something too excessive, I won't be able to report it to the authorities."

Fang Che is telling the truth.

Revenge and venting are tacitly approved by the top leaders. Although it cannot be brought up openly, if you really do it, it is not a big deal in the orthodox church.

I've made it, and you're not allowing me to be proud of myself?
But if they really wanted to exterminate the entire clan regardless of any hatred, Fang Che really couldn't bear it now.

According to his heart, whether he killed them all or not, he had no psychological burden. But he still had to leave some room for the upper echelons, and for all the nine major families and other families.

If you do something too cruel, it will be like Ning Zaifei.

Well, everyone can clearly see the current outcome of Ning Zaifei.

The difference between Fang Che and Ning Zaifei is that Ning Zaifei kills for the sake of killing.

The so-called revenge of Night Demon now is partly due to gratitude.

Gratitude is not something that the lower and middle levels of the sect care much about, but to people like Yannan and Sun Wutan, this attribute of gratitude is a big plus.

It was a long time after he led his men out of the Yu family's gate before he heard heart-wrenching cries from behind.

Fang Che walked forward with a blank expression on his face.

"The next one."

"Also, hunt down those who got away and resigned!"

"Yes, my lord."

I went to five houses in a row. Everyone was in chaos.

The lives of six people, as Fang Che continued to take action, turned into another explosive news in Shenjing.

Now the only one left is Supervisor Song, the great uncle of the Yinshen Palace.

Supervisor Song Shuyun is now waiting at home with a haggard face.

In just a few days, a Saint Emperor high-level master's hair turned completely white.

He had tried every possible means during this period. However, no one dared to defend him. Only a few people hesitated.

Especially during the five days that Ye Mo was confined, when Song Shuyun went to visit him again, some people who were originally tempted by the high-value gifts all chose to refuse.

And all the gifts were returned.

Are you kidding? Chenxi was beaten by the Night Demon, so what am I?

I don’t even dare to accept gifts. What if I accept this guy’s gift and the Night Demon comes looking for me?
With the Night Demon's madness, do you think he can't do it?
At the last moment, Song Shuyun spent all his family wealth to ask for help from the master, hoping to be introduced to Deputy Leader Bai Jing and say a word for the sake of his disciples.

I didn't have any hope.

But Bai Jing actually agreed to meet him.

On the third day of Fang Che's confinement, Song Shuyun entered Bai Jing's hall.

After hearing the whole story, Bai Jing asked, "Have you ever really accepted a gift from Yinshen Palace?"

"…I have received it from you, my disciple."

"Why did he give you a gift? What did he want?"

"I want the blessing of my disciples and the hope of future promotion."

"How many years have you been giving it away?"

"More than a thousand years."

"Is the gift generous?"

“For a lower-level sect, it is already extremely generous.”

"Then did you bless me?"

"Never."

"Did he get promoted?"

“Neither have I.”

"Over a thousand years, not once?"

"The disciple is wrong."

"Then how dare you come to me today?" "Disciple... I beg the Grandmaster... to save my life."

"Help me? You've been accepting gifts from them for a thousand years, but you haven't said a word to them. If you want me to save your life, you can just bring out something that can move me to say a word."

"disciple……"

Song Shuyun just kowtowed.

"A thousand years of courtesy, without a word. Isn't it right for someone to come to you to collect a debt? Isn't it right for someone to come to kill you?"

Bai Jing was puzzled and asked, "Why would you ask for help for something so natural and right?"

"Please help me, Master! Please help me, Master!"

"Others have given gifts to you for a thousand years but you haven't said a word. Now you come to me to ask for help without any words? If this gets out, won't my status as Bai Jing be much lower than yours?"

Bai Jing said coldly: "Do you know why I asked you to come in?"

"I called you in just to say one thing: Don't run away, wait to die at home!"

Bai Jing waved his sleeves calmly: "Even if Ye Mo doesn't kill you, I will kill you too!"

"Throw away my Jingshen Palace's people!"

"roll!"

After returning from Jingshen Palace, Song Shuyun was already completely desperate. And today, Ye Mo was looking for house after house, and Song Shuyun had known about it for a long time.

Song Shuyun knew about it when Ye Mo found the first Yu Hua.

Because, suddenly, hundreds or thousands of divine thoughts gathered together, waiting to watch the fun.

Why are you just watching? The Night Demon is on the move.

Song Shuyun's mind was clear as a mirror, but he didn't even try to struggle.

"What happened back then has resulted in what happened today. Who could have thought that the Yinshen Palace would actually train such a disciple? They deserve to be repaid in the future, and they deserve to be proud of themselves!"

The divine thoughts surrounding his small courtyard suddenly increased by more than ten times.

Song Shuyun smiled sadly and said to his family, "The time has come."

All the family members, about twenty people in total, were together in silence.

In fact, more than half of them looked at Song Shuyun with eyes full of anger and hatred.

"Grandpa, I just don't understand."

Song Qingsong, Song Shuyun's favorite grandson, gritted his teeth and asked, "They gave you a thousand years of gifts, but you didn't do anything? Why? In the end, retribution came and brought disaster to the whole family. A thousand years, even if you said a word, it shouldn't be like this, right?"

"A few years ago, when the Yinshen Palace came to give gifts, you always said that the sucker had come again. Now..."

Song Qingsong sighed and said with resentment: "The whole family is waiting to die together! Isn't it all your fault?"

Staring at his grandson steadily.

Song Shuyun finally smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt extremely cold in his heart.

He said bleakly, "Giving gifts is just a stepping stone. Whether I can do something for you depends on your own value. If you are worthless, and I accept your gift but don't do anything for you, what's the point? Do you dare to speak up?"

"The Yinshen Palace has given me gifts for more than a thousand years, but I haven't done anything for them. But your grandfather has given a lot of gifts to others over the years, and there are many people who just accept gifts but don't do anything for them."

"What can I do? Yinshen Palace and I are actually the same. The only difference is that Yinshen Palace has a disciple like Ye Mo, who can give him back his principal and interest; but I, your grandfather, don't!"

"Some gifts are not for expecting others to do things for you. But if you don't give them, something bad will definitely happen!"

"As for the consequences, the cause back then led to the result today. That's all."

"It's not your fault, it's that you are weak!"

"This is the last lesson your grandfather will teach you!"

His mind was radiating, his eyes were dead silent. He said calmly: "Open the door, welcome, Master Yin, come in!"

The door opens.

What is presented first is a portrait.

In the portrait, Yin Shengong has a gaunt face and cold eyes. He is wearing the robes of a cult leader, with his hand on the hilt of a sword. White clouds are rolling under his feet. He stands tall in the clouds, high above, overlooking the world.

Song Shuyun stared at it in a daze.

It seemed as if he saw again the leader of the Yi Xin Sect who had once kowtowing before him.

I still remember that year, when Yinshen Temple came to give gifts, it was raining heavily and I was drinking in my room.

Yin Shen Gong was made to bend over and get wet for half an hour before he was allowed in and accepted the gift. After a few words, he was sent away, and Yin Shen Gong breathed a sigh of relief.

That day.

Right now.

Song Shuyun exhaled lightly, stood up, bent over, and bowed: "Master Yin, we meet again."

In the portrait, Yin Shen Gong's eyes are sharp and cold as a sword.

Song Shuyun stood up, looked up at the portrait, and a faint smile of despair appeared on his face: "We will meet again later."

Then he looked at the man next to the portrait, wearing a tall crown, a star-shaped robe, a curly beard, and his hands behind his back, and bowed again: "Lord Night Demon! I have something to say."

Fang Che said indifferently: "Speak."

"If I had worked for the Indian leader for the past thousand years, even if I had only done one thing, I would probably not be where Lord Ye Mo is today."

Song Shuyun asked, "Does Lord Ye Mo agree?"

Fang Che said indifferently: "You mean, you have done me a favor?"

"I dare not, it's just cause and effect." Song Shuyun said: "I hope Lord Ye Mo will look at this cause and effect..."

"I don't recognize it!"

Fang Che said calmly: "Anything else?"

"No more." Song Shuyun said dejectedly.

"Pay back the money!"

Fang Che said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense! All the money you have accumulated over the years, including the principal and interest, must be returned to me. If it's not enough, you can make up for it with your life!"

Song Shuyun chuckled, his eyes showing a ruthless look, and said, "Lord Ye Mo, I have something to say. Can I ask you for your help?"

Fang Che said calmly, "You don't care about your family?"

Song Shuyun suddenly jumped up, his body and sword became one, and he rushed forward wildly.

"I'm lonely all alone!"

Behind him, Song Qingsong yelled heartbreakingly: "You just said you would teach me one last lesson! You old bastard!"

Fang Che didn't move at all.

Just watched indifferently.

Ning Zaifei moved his body and stood in front of Fang Che. He grabbed the tip of the sword with one hand and broke it with a snap. He slammed his palm and the broken sword into Song Shuyun's chest. He instinctively raised his knee and hit his groin with a bang.

Then he picked up Song Shuyun's body and rushed forward like a whirlwind.

clap clap clap...

Song Shuyun's entire family was killed by Ning Zaifei in one move.

Song Shuyun stared as he watched his most beloved grandson being slapped to death with a look of grief, anger, despair and hatred on his face.

The corner of his mouth that was constantly bleeding forced a smile, and he murmured: "This is the true meaning of the last two words."

"Are you satisfied?"

Ning Zaifei's voice.

"Satisfied... Thank you, sir."

As soon as Song Shuyun finished his last sentence, he was struck dead by Ning Zaifei with a palm.

Later.

Looking at the piles of treasures that were found in the yard, Fang Che examined them with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Why did he want to drag his whole family to death in the end?"

Ning Zaifei had no answer to this question.

Zhou Changchun said, "The last words his grandson said were full of hatred towards Song Shuyun. Since he has become the object of hatred of his descendants, then... can he still expect to receive offerings after his death? What's the point of keeping descendants who don't even have offerings after death? Their lives were created by Song Shuyun, so what's the harm in taking them away?"

Everyone was silent about this statement.

There is nothing to say.

Different people have different minds. Yu Hua committed suicide with his entire family, while Song Shuyun dragged his entire family to die with him. Different people have different hearts, and this is something that goes without saying.

Fang Che collected all his belongings, looked at the devastation, and felt the dense and interwoven divine thoughts in the air.

He said calmly: "Actually, I don't want to destroy his entire family."

"Your Excellency is kind-hearted."

Zhou Changchun said, ignoring the bloody scene.

"Notify the body collection team to collect the body."

Fang Che put away the Yinshen Palace portrait and turned away indifferently.

A murderous aura suddenly surged up all over his body.

With a bang, countless divine thoughts rushed into the air.

Suddenly, there was shock in all directions, and some people even screamed.

Everyone who can deploy divine consciousness here must have a higher cultivation level than Fang Che, but this murderous aura is too rampant and violent.

Suddenly rushed up.

That kind of brutality shocked everyone.

Fang Che and his men had just reached halfway when suddenly there was a loud sound of wind in the air.

A figure fell.

Ranked sixth in the Cloud Weapon List, Hundred Battles Sword, Chao Lin.

"Night Stalker."

"Palace Master Chao."

"Deputy Chief Priest Yan asked me to ask you, is there anything else?"

"No more?"

"Then you should work hard!"

Chao Lin said this with a dark face and was about to leave.

"Palace Master Chao, please stay. I have something else to ask."

"explain."

"More than seventy people have died while carrying out the mission on my side, and we are seriously short of manpower at the moment. I would like to ask Palace Master Chao to allocate a few hundred more people over." Fang Che said.

Chao Lin's face darkened: "Night Demon! Aren't your people losing too much strength? All my people are dying on your side!"

"Palace Master Chao is wrong. Once you come to the main trial hall, you are mine."

"I don't!"

Chao Lin flew up.

"I don't expect Palace Master Chao to give it to me directly. I will write a report. Palace Master Chao can just take the trouble to prepare it in advance."

call out!
Baizhandao is gone.

Fang Che looked at the direction where Bai Zhan Dao left and said to Ning Zaifei, "Just take a few more steps forward and you'll be able to defeat him."

Ning Zaifei's face darkened, and after a few grunts, he finally said helplessly: "Master Ye Mo, you don't know how huge the gap is between each of the top ten in the Cloud Weapon List."

"Then how much stronger are you than Vice Chief Xiang?"

Fang Che asked.

Ning Zaifei's face turned even darker: "It will be no problem for Vice Chief Xiang to defeat Bai Zhan Dao."

"Hehehe..."

Fang Che's laughter made Ning Zaifei blush.

This is his most uncomfortable point! There is someone stronger than him under his butt, but he doesn't rush forward, just dangling behind his butt.

You said you could rush up and knock me down, I’m happy to be ninth.

Everyone in the world knows that I, who is ranked eighth, am not as good as the ninth. What do you think of this?

After returning to the main trial hall, Protector Ning felt embarrassed to stay with the adults, so he went out on his mission like a wolf or a tiger.

The execution ground outside the main trial hall has entered a period of high-frequency use.

At every moment, seven teams were lined up there to chop off heads.

The corpse collection teams of the six major families were lined up outside.

The bodies were carried back in piles.

The main trial hall became gloomy and restored the atmosphere of "even in bright sunshine, it is still eerie and terrifying".

The murderous aura was overwhelming.

Bai Jing felt extremely unhappy during this period of time.

I brought Night Demon here with the intention of teaching him some martial arts, but as a result, the Jingshen Palace has turned into hell!
The smell of blood could not be dissipated every day, and it became stronger and stronger.

Every day when I open my eyes, I smell blood; every night when I close my eyes, the whole place is filled with the smell of blood. When I wake up from a sleep, the smell of blood is condensed in my nose.

Now, every morning, when everyone in Jingshen Palace picks their nose, it smells like blood.

Bai Jing was so annoyed that he couldn't express it. I asked you to do something, not to make me smell blood every day.

Finally couldn't help it.

He called someone, "Call that little beast Night Demon to me!"

(End of this chapter)