Chapter 3401: Fear spreads

3402-Fright

"Well, it's not lower than my strength, otherwise I won't be able to detect my spiritual thoughts, and it can stop the destruction!" Jiang Heng condensed, "I immediately contacted the Tujia Patriarch and the Overlord Yanji, and invited them over."

At this moment, another subordinate outside looked ugly and walked up to Jiang Li, and leaned closer: "Patriarch, Baitengcheng, our Jiang family branch, was destroyed, and all the core personnel were killed!"

"What?" Jiang Li was furious when he heard the words, "Who would dare to attack our Jiang family on Motao Star and directly kill the Jiang family branch of Baitengcheng?"

When Jiang Heng and Jiang Yun heard this news, their brows were frowned. Why, in the past two days, weird things happened one after another.

"We went to investigate, and we only knew that it was a young cultivator who killed a young man of Jiangfu on the street, and then killed the branch leader, and no one could see his appearance." The subordinate answered cautiously. Tao.

"No one can see his face clearly? It must be hidden by magic, sneaky, afraid that we will find him?" Jiang Li's eyes flashed sharply.

"Ancestor, we invite the Tu family ancestor and Yanliu overlord to come together, we can definitely find the murderer, maybe it has something to do with the treasure secret realm." Jiang Yun said suddenly.

"Well, I have notified them and will come soon. These days, we still have to be vigilant. After all, we are in the light and the enemy is in the dark." Jiang Heng nodded and said in a deep voice.

Yanyun Pavilion.

The largest brothel in Magic Tower, some famous singers and dancers are here, and it attracts many powerful and cultivators every day, but there is a Tujia behind the Yanyun Pavilion, and no one dares to make trouble here.

The first floor is the lobby. The price is cheap. A piece of low-grade spirit stone can have a place to watch dances and listen to silk and bamboo playing.

On the second and third floors, there are some boxes, so the price is more expensive. A box needs a high-grade spirit stone, and the girl who orders depends on the price and is charged according to the time.

"Guest, you are satisfied with this pot of tea." A servant asked when he came to the tea and looked at a young man.

"Well, the tea is good." Zhuo Bufan threw a low-grade spirit stone to him.

"Thank you guest officer, thank you guest officer." The servant was overjoyed.

Zhuo Bufan sat in the crowd and watched on the stage, a group of dancers wearing **** tulle dancing, enchanting, confusing sentient beings, charming and sentimental, and there was a group of musicians playing guzheng, xiao and drum next to them.

His mind was not on it, thunder condensed in his pupils, observing the surroundings, the sky and the earth turned into a pale green, with a strange smell, some people have blood emerging, the heavier the blood, indicating that the more bad things are done, the more This is the magical power of Buddhism, "Bodhi Eyes", which can investigate the cause and effect of others.

On the second floor, a wing room.

A handsome boy brother and a few Mei Ji are playing around, a Mei Ji lying on the ground, her clothes are messy, her snow-white skin is exposed, and she still has a few **** whip marks on her body. Although painful, she still welcomes the handsome young man.

"This guy still has this habit?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.

From the handsome young man, he could see the floating blood qi, which was the evil result of him, with a strong aura of resentment and hatred, and there was also a bloodline related to the Tu family.

"Haha, come here, pretty." The handsome young man looked at the woman lying on the ground and picked up the whip on the table.

The woman looked at him with fear in her eyes, but she could only show a smile on her face, because she knew that to offend the young man in front of her, not only would she suffer, but her family would also suffer.

But suddenly, the handsome young man's eyes widened, blood spilled from his nostrils, ears, and mouth. The brilliance of the eyes was scattered, and he collapsed directly to the ground. A group of Mei Ji suddenly panicked and screamed. Caused a panic.

Zhuo Bufan stayed on a spiritual stone on the table, turned around and quietly left from the crowd, no one noticed him.

In the next few days, everyone in the Jiang family and Tu family fell into fear, because every day, there are children in the family who bleed to death for no reason, and the cause of death is unknown, even the fierce beast has not been seen.

This incident also shocked the two ancestors of the overlord realm, Jiang family and Tu family, but the two tried various methods, but they were still unable to find the murderer. Everyone in the two families was in danger and even dared not step out of the residence. To make everyone in Motao City alarmed, Jiang Family and Tu Family covered the sky with their hands, cruelly tortured innocents, and aroused public resentment, many people secretly applauded.

There are even those who are mentally weak, can't stand this sense of oppression, and commit suicide directly!

In Jiangfu.

Jiang Yun was sitting in the room, and a maid walked in with a bowl of soup and put it on the table, "Miss, this is snow ginseng soup, you can drink it while it is hot."

"Drink, drink, do you think I'm in the mood to drink soup?" Jiang Yun's face was cold, and the soup bowl fell to the ground and shattered into tiles.

The maid was so frightened that she was pale, she knelt on the ground with a bang, and quickly kowtow. She knew Jiang Yun's temper very well. If she was not careful, she could be punished. At the slightest, she was given a whip. At worst, she was sold directly to the brothel and tortured to death. .

Jiang Yun frowned tightly. She had been hiding in the mansion these days. A core child in the mansion died for no reason. Even the ancestors couldn't find any clues. She was not afraid of being fake.

"Could it be that Zhuo Feng's elders came to rescue him?" Jiang Yun bit her silver teeth.

"Impossible, he has no background, how could such a powerful person come to rescue him? What's more, if that person is really capable of saving him, why should he be sneaky, it has been several days without even showing his face." Jiang Yun shook her head in denial in her heart.

On the contrary, the secret enemy did not show up, which made her most anxious.

"Get out of here, get out." Jiang Yun shouted angrily.

When the maid heard the words, if she received a pardon, the wind was blowing at her feet, and she immediately fled the room.

"Zhuo Feng, who the **** is it, who is trying to save you?" Jiang Yun pinched her ten fingers, her eyes were cold, her joints were slightly pale.

At this moment, Zhuo Bufan had already covered his breath with magic techniques, and walked into the Jiang Family Mansion swaggeringly. He didn't even notice the two Overlord Realm powerhouses. He explored with divine mind, had determined Zhuo Feng's position, and quietly walked into the dungeon.

Since Tu Li died in the dungeon, many defensive measures have been added and numerous formations have been laid out, but to Zhuo Bufan, these are like nothing.

Several jailers were still drinking and chatting outside the dungeon. Zhuo Bufan's spiritual thoughts swept away, all of them stared, their necks crooked, and fell on the wine table.

Click!

The chain of the dungeon broke, the door opened, and Zhuo Bufan stepped in and appeared.

When Zhuo Feng and Tang Xin saw the prison door open, they suddenly saw a figure appearing in front of them. They were taken aback for a moment. Then Zhuo Feng red eyes and shouted, "Second brother."

"Second brother is late, so you suffer." Zhuo Bufan looked at Zhuo Feng bloodstained, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, a touch of sword energy flashed across his fingertips, and he cut off the chain easily, restoring Zhuo Feng's freedom. "Here are two pills. Take one each."

Tang Xin looked eagerly at Zhuo Bufan. This person is Feng Ge's elder brother. He must be a powerful practitioner who can quietly knock into the Jiang family mansion.