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Chapter 159 Harvest
in the secret room.

Mr. Bai knelt in front of the shrine holding the knife in both hands, muttering something in his mouth.

After a while, he stood up again, raised the knife in his hand, and started sharpening it in front of the basin.

The room became extremely quiet, except for the rustling sound of sharpening knives.

The knife was sharpened faster and brighter, and the basin of clear water slowly turned into muddy water.

Mr. Bai raised the knife and looked at it. The dagger was already bright enough to detect people.He chuckled twice and came to Lu Yuanyuan holding the knife.

Lu Yuanyuan was lying under the shrine, still unconscious.

"Hey, wake up, hey..."

Lu Yuanyuan slowly woke up, opened her eyes, and stared at Mr. Bai in front of her.

"You will be on your way soon. I will dedicate you to Grandma Longevity. As long as Grandma Longevity is happy, she can make me immortal."

Mr. Bai chuckled. He liked to admire the expressions of these children who were so scared that they collapsed. At that time, they were the most delicious and delicious.

But the strange thing is that the little girl in front of her is not afraid. She just looks at him directly. The first person who feels creepy is Mr. Bai.

He raised the knife high, supported the shrine with one hand, and dropped the other hand to Lu Yuanyuan.

Suddenly, his body swayed and the knife, which was already in mid-air, stopped abruptly.

He retracted the knife, turned around, and stabbed himself in the abdomen.Just like a hard-working businessman packing up his inventory, he took out all the intestines in his stomach.

"Hey hey hey."

The smile on his face became more and more weird, and blood flowed all over the floor. Suddenly, his body went limp and he fell heavily into a pool of blood.

Bang!
The statue on the shrine fell and fell into a pool of blood.

She was originally black, but now she was full of blood and slowly turned red.

Mr. Bai's body became a fountain of blood, which kept bubbling until it seeped out through the crack in the door.

The four warriors at the door were stunned for a moment. The next moment, they raised their swords and started fighting each other.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open from the inside, and Lu Yuanyuan stood at the door, holding the blood-stained statue in her hand.

Yang Liang shook the sword in his hand and stood up straight. His whole body became more and more handsome, but his appearance was still ordinary.

The big man with a gun rushed over, stabbing first and then picking, and rushed towards Yang Liang's vitals to kill him.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he realized that Yang Liang was missing.

Feeling a murderous intention coming from behind, he turned around with his gun, just in time to collide with Yang Liang's stabbing sword.

Guns and swords fought together.

Yang Liang's sword was like a poisonous snake that had just been dispatched. It was always wrapped around the spear, making it difficult for the big man to use his skills.

But his body shape and steps are another kind of performance, calm and normal, advancing and retreating freely, as if he is dancing.

Just now, the big man with the gun had the upper hand, but suddenly he fell behind. He became more and more anxious, and the gun in his hand stabbed harder and harder.

Yang Liang, however, seemed calm and unhurried. He seemed to have no intention of killing anyone at all. He was still immersed in his own world and dancing gracefully.

Stab it!

Without making any move, Yang Liang cut off four of his fingers with his sword. The big man with the gun screamed and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

When he raised his head again, Yang Liang's sword was already resting on his shoulder.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Yang Liang didn't answer his question. The sword blade swept lightly, and the big man fell to the ground with a plop, his throat bleeding.

The other servants in the yard had already dispersed.

This is the first time Yang Liang has used poetry and sword skills. He didn't expect it to be so easy to use.It seems that a scholar like himself should learn some serious Kung Fu and just find someone to kill him casually. That is what fugitives would do.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the backyard.

Yang's conscience tightened. Could it be that Lu Yuanyuan encountered some danger.She was stopped by this big man with a gun and had been delayed outside for too long. She didn't want anything to happen to her.

When Yang Liang came to the backyard, a door blocked his way. Yang Liang was anxious and kicked it.

With a bang, the door panel fell down, with two people still pressed behind it.

A man and a woman, one tall and one short, were hugging each other tightly and were no longer breathing.

Yang Liang secretly thought that he was unlucky, how could he attack a woman?

He raised his head, and when he saw the scene in the backyard, his whole body immediately froze and his scalp felt numb.

The backyard was like a bloody prison, with blood everywhere on the ground. Everyone was fighting and shouting together, as if they had completely forgotten about their headaches.

How is this going?

Yang Liang said subconsciously, and then secretly said "Oh no," if Lu Yuanyuan landed here, it would be very bad.

He subconsciously crossed the threshold, and was suddenly startled. He felt a surge of blood in his chest. He felt that there was nothing in front of him that he hated, and there was no one that he shouldn't kill.

"Son..."

Suddenly a voice sounded in front of him. Yang Liang looked down and saw Lu Yuanyuan standing beside him, looking at him intently.

"It's great that you're okay."

Yang Liang suddenly woke up and couldn't wait to hold Lu Yuanyuan in his arms. Looking at Lu Yuanyuan's eyes, Yang Liang already understood that it was Wu Canniang who was online at this time.

"Dizziness, my head feels so dizzy."

She covered her head and passed out in Yang Liang's arms.

Yang Liang checked her body and found that her clothes were not messed up. Except for some bruises on her head, everything else was intact.

"so far so good."

Yang Liang breathed a sigh of relief. Lu Yuanyuan was fine, and his hard work this night was not in vain.

Suddenly, Yang Liang found that she was holding a red statue in her hand. The statue was carved from stone, and the material felt similar to the Qiwa statue in her hand.

Yang Liangxuan checked carefully and found that even though Lu Yuanyuan was fast asleep, she still held on to her and wouldn't let go.As soon as Yang Liang touched the statue, he felt his eyes blur and a murderous intention rose in his heart.

Yang Liang subconsciously let go, and a question arose in his mind: Could it be that this red statue caused the hell on earth in the courtyard.

Otherwise, why would others just kill each other, but Lu Yuanyuan could not be affected.

At this time, people in the courtyard were running away and it was almost empty.

Yang Liang checked it out and finally came to Master Bai's secret room.

The shrine in the secret room gave him a feeling of déjà vu.

Yang Liang searched around, and as he expected, he found two large boxes under the bed in the secret room.

"I knew that my trip to this place would not be in vain."

Yang Liang pulled out the knife again and opened the first opening. It was full of yellow and white things, as well as some letters from Master Bai.

Yang Liang flipped through it and had a basic understanding of Mr. Bai's life.

This man's name was Bai Shenglong, and he turned out to be a general who had followed Wang Ba in the rebellion. Because of his ability to serve the dragon, he should have been in a high and powerful position and be granted the title of wife and son.

However, he injured his lower body during the war and became a disabled person.

Therefore, he was depressed and his behavior became more and more abnormal, so he came to the small place of Suzhou and lived a abnormal life.

Yang Liang shook his head. He deserved his death, but it was a pity that he died too late.

He looked at the yellow and white things in the box and was secretly worried.

There are so many that even a handy book bag can no longer hold them.

[The host can spend gold and silver to unlock more storage space, whether to unlock it]

At this time, the system prompt sounded in my ears.

(End of this chapter)