Chapter 581: The Frightened Bird

Zhai Xinglian remembered the amazing scene when Wutianyang's tomb was dug up late that night: there were no corpses in Wutianyang's tomb, and a lifelike puppet lies in the rotten coffin. The puppet looks like Wutianyang's rebirth. ☆ "Pineapple" Xiao☆ said that Wutianyang really has nine lives, and Wutianyang really is not dead. Zhai Xinglian ran wildly in the snow like crazy, and ran while screaming... Even the bearded man who was digging the grave thought Zhai Xinglian was really crazy...

Zhai Xing Lian closed the door, but his heart was still beating wildly. Could it be that Wu Tianyang came to him?

Xiaoyu was wearing her clothes at some point. Her red cheeks were as beautiful as peach blossoms in spring.

Zhai Xing coughed dryly, and hurriedly covered up his fear with a smile.

Xiaoyu said softly: "Why is the third boss not sleeping? Do you think Xiaoyu is in the way?"

Zhai Xinglian smiled and shook his head: "You are so good, how could I dislike you!"

Xiaoyu's red face smiled like a flower: "Sister is good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I don't know anything. Do you think the third boss feels sorry?"

Zhai Xinglian stared at Xiaoyu's face, was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "I want to marry you as my wife, I wonder if you agree or not?"

Xiaoyu was first surprised, then was surprised: "My sister and I are both children from miserable families. I didn't expect that the third boss would value it so much. If the third boss didn't dislike it, Xiaoyu would be willing to serve you all his life."

Zhai Xinglian's eyes were filled with a long-lost brilliance. He seemed to see himself sitting in a small mountain village far away from the hustle and bustle, playing with his grandchildren in front of a hall surrounded by flowers. Do people only feel the importance of home when they are old?

Xiaoyu stood in front of Zhai Xinglian with a happy look on her face!

A sigh suddenly came from the passage outside the door. The sigh was not loud, but it happened to be heard by Zhai Xinglian. Zhai Xinglian's eyes pounded violently. He had heard the sigh in the woods in the suburbs of Beijing. He was very familiar with the sound, and the sound was actually from Wutianyang.

Zhai Xinglian suddenly rushed to the edge of the bed and reached out to take off his seven-star sword from the wall. Before Xiaoyu could react, he had already rushed out...

At the end of the passage outside the door, a figure suddenly flashed and disappeared. Zhai Xinglian had already chased after him...

The exit of the basement passage is in a warehouse full of miscellaneous items. There are dozens of warehouses in Hongxiang Pavilion, which is a very ordinary warehouse. The warehouse is filled with an old aura. The door of the warehouse is empty. Zhai Xinglian tiptoed to the door, and he gently pushed the door away with the tip of his sword... Outside the door is the corridor of the warehouse on the first floor of Hongxiang Pavilion. At the end of the corridor was a pissed wind light, and the dim lights were jumping, as if there was a possibility of extinguishing at any time. A masked man stood quietly under the dim lights...

Under the dim light, Zhai Xinglian could only see a vague shadow of the masked man.

A biting cold wind blew, and Zhai Xing couldn't help but shivered.

The masked man's hands stretched out from his wide sleeves, and a flash seemed to pass by the dim light.

Zhai Xinglian's pupils shrank, and a chill rose from his heels to his head in an instant.

The masked man was holding a steel cone that was more than two feet long. Zhai Xinglian knew this steel cone. This steel cone was Wu Tianyang's unique weapon.

The hand holding the sword was already oozing cold sweat.

The masked man didn't move, but just slowly raised the steel cone more than two feet long above his head...

Zhai Xing Lian coughed dryly, his hoarse voice trembled a little: "I knew you were still alive... How have you been doing over the years?"

The masked man didn't speak, but just walked towards Zhai Xinglian step by step. The steel cone in his hand drooped down, but his tax-profit eyes were staring at Zhai Xinglian's throat.

Zhai Xing took two steps back, and he felt his throat was a little dry and itchy, as if there were millions of ants crawling on it.

The masked man was approaching step by step. He seemed to be a life-seeking zombie, without any movement or expression, but he just stared at Zhai Xinglian's throat without any moment.

Zhai Xinglian suddenly laughed strangely, and he took another big step back and pointed the seven-star sword in his hand at the masked man's face: "You are not Wu Tianyang at all... Who are you?"

The masked man suddenly roared, and his man had already rushed over. The steel cone in his hand stabbed Zhai Xinglian like a spirit snake. His weapon was a cone, but he used a sword move. This move was quick, vicious, accurate, and was amazingly perfect. But what is strange was that this move gradually weakened in the middle of the way. In the end, the steel cone could no longer hold it, and fell to the ground with a "default". The muscles on the masked man's face were jumping around in the black bri, and his eyes seemed to burst out flames.

Zhai Xinglian's eyes were full of disdain and sneer: "The big boss has learned to pretend to be a ghost at such a young age. It's a joyful congratulations!"

The masked man pulled off his black hood, revealing a pale and handsome face.

Qin Xiao, the masked man, turned out to be Qin Xiao, the boss of Hongxiang Pavilion.

Zhai Xinglian's mood suddenly became very good: "If I guess correctly, Wu Tianyang's grave is your hand and foot, and all the illusions of Wu Tianyang's resurrection are done by you alone."

Qin Xiao sat down on the ground dejectedly and said coldly: "So what?"

Zhai Xinglian's sharp sword tip pressed against Qin Xiao's throat and said sternly: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Qin Xiao's throat was pierced, and bright red blood flowed out, but he didn't care at all.

Zhai Xinglian's vicious eyes gradually turned red, and he bit his teeth into a quaint sound.

Qin Xiao sneered: "I suddenly figured out a lot of things!"

Zhai Xinglian said angrily: "What's the matter?"

Qin Xiao said lightly: "It is better to die quickly than to live in pain like this!"

Zhai Xinglian calmed down and sighed for a while: "You are confused for a while, I don't blame you... I'm old, you are still young after all... Why do you do this?"

Qin Xiao laughed and said, "The third boss, Bodhisattva, is in a heart, and he thinks about me in everything!"

Zhai Xinglian said: "What I said is what I am from my heart."

Qin Xiao said: "Actually, I know what you think. I am afraid that I will die, because once I die, the government will take back the Hongxiang Pavilion, which is fighting gold every day. What's more, I have many friends in the world. Once I die, they will never let you go... Outsiders may not know much, but who in Hongxiang Pavilion does not know the grudges between us..."

Zhai Xinglian said hatefully: "Do you really want me to kill you?"

Qin Xiao sneered: "You have killed enough people, what's the point of killing another one?"

Zhai Xinglian stared at Qin Xiao fiercely, and the sword in his hand suddenly swung out...

A shrill shout came from the darkness, and a woman rushed towards Zhai Xinglian like crazy.

Zhai Xing was stunned, and a gray-headed old woman slowly fell down under the sword, and blood scattered all over the floor.
Chapter completed!