"Tangyaozi, please show mercy!"

Yang Yongxian howled, turned around and rushed towards Sanwu, using his body to protect Sanwu behind him.

"Tangyaozi, this is the master I invited back, please give me face..."

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Yongxian with a stern gaze: "A dog-like thing can have face when working together in a coward?"

Yang Yongxian was stunned for a moment.

Luo Fengtang had already raised his foot and kicked Yang Yongxian out of the room. He fell into the hall and broke a stool.

There was no reaction from Old Yangtou's house opposite to such a loud noise.

Why?

Because Sanwu was going to have a fight with Yu'er tonight, Yang Yongxian had deceived Old Yangtou into going to Little Old Yangtou's place to eat meat and drink wine.

So now that Yang Yongxian was kicked to the ground by Luo Fengtang and vomited blood, it was impossible for anyone to come out to plead for him.

And he himself still struggled to climb back into the house to plead for Sanwu.

In the room, Luo Fengtang's sword was already placed on Sanwu's neck.

His voice was colder than the edge of the sword, and the words he spoke were a reminder: "Qing'er will kill your spirit, I will kill your body, Sanwu, your death has come!"

There was already a circle of black around Sanwu's neck, and black smoke was rising.

His eyes were full of shock and fear, as well as anger and unwillingness.

"Wait!" he said urgently.

Luo Fengtang stared at him.

"Do you want to know why Qing'er's sword can kill your soul?" he asked.

Sanwu was startled for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, what kind of sword is that?"

He is a man of cultivation and has reached the state of soul leaving the body.

The soul is said to be nothingness, because it is difficult to see with the naked eye.

It is said to be the essence, but it can also be called the essence, because you can use it for yourself by manipulating the things transformed by the soul.

But there is no such thing as a sword in this world that can cut both virtual and real things.

There was a hint of pride in Luo Fengtang's eyes, "It's okay for you to be a sensible person. Qing'er's sword is the ancient sword Moxie!"

Ancient sword Moxie?

Sanwu's eyes were so shocked that they almost bulged out of their sockets.

This is a divine sword that only exists in legends. According to legend, this sword contains the soul of the swordsmith. After thousands of years of drinking human blood, it can recognize its own master and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth...

"Crack!"

Sanwu's thoughts were like a rushing river, suddenly cut off in the middle, and everything came to an abrupt end.

At the same time, a cavity of black blood spurted out from Sanwu's neck, accompanied by the scream of Yang Yongxian who had just climbed to the door of the house: "No..."

Sanwu's skull rolled to the ground, and his headless body was kicked down by Luo Fengtang, causing the ground to shake.

"It's because of you, the monster monk, that you can die under my wife's Mo Xie sword!" Luo Fengtang put away his sword and turned around to leave.

…

When Luo Fengtang carried the knocked unconscious Yang Yongxian out of the yard, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming, who were insiders, were already waiting here.

When he saw Luo Fengtang carrying Yang Yongxian out, Yang Huaming quickly came over, took Yang Yongxian aside, put him in a sack and carried him away.

Yang Huazhong took the shochu and kerosene he had prepared in advance, spread them around the small house, and then threw the torch down. Suddenly, a raging fire burst into the sky.

The fire burned all night long. When it was light the next day, the villagers got up and went to work in the fields. What they saw was that the lonely house at the entrance of the village had been burned into a pile of ruins, with black smoke rising from it.

"It's not good, I'm drowning, I'm sleeping!"

The villagers were so frightened that they rushed to tell each other.

At this time, Li Zhengyang Huazhong 'discovered' the incident and quickly led the villagers to the scene.

After a lot of tossing, the last spark was extinguished, and everyone pulled out a body that had been burned to charcoal from the west room. However, no one was found in the east room where Old Yangtou rested, nor in the room where Yu Xingkui and Yang Yongxian rested.

At this time, Yu Xingkui pushed Lao Yangtou over. Seeing that his house was burned to such a horrible state, Lao Yangtou was so shocked that he almost fell off his wheelchair.

"What's going on? I just went out for one night, why did it burn like this?"

"Yongxian? Where is my eldest grandson? Please save Yongxian..."

Lao Yang slapped the wheelchair hard and shouted, so anxious that tears came out. He wanted to rush forward several times, but Yu Xingkui stopped him.

"Old Uncle Yang, don't be like this, it's dangerous..."

"Don't stop me, I want to save my grandson..."

"Yongxian, Yongxian..."

At this time, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming came over from the ruins and said to Old Yang with a stern face: "Dad, stop howling. Yongxian is fine. The charred corpse is Master Sanwu."

Old Yangtou breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the corpse was not that of Yang Yongxian.

"What about Yongxian? Where is Yongxian?" Lao Yangtou grabbed Yang Huazhong's hand and asked.

Yang Huazhong leaned down and whispered a few words into Lao Yangtou's ear. Lao Yangtou immediately stopped chattering and only raised his head, with his mouth wide open, looking at Yang Huazhong in horror.

"You, what are you talking about? No, it's impossible!" The old man shook his head, and the shaking of his head became wider and wider, and finally turned into hitting the armrest of the wheelchair hard.

Yang Huazhong stood up straight and stared at Old Yang's head coldly: "Believe it or not, Yu Xingkui, send the old man to my house!"

Yu Xingkui nodded, hurriedly came over and pushed Old Yangtou out and walked out. After walking for a while, Old Yangtou realized his reaction and screamed: "It's not Yongxian. Yongxian won't set fire. Yongxian, I want to find my Yongxian.

My eldest grandson..."

The sound gradually faded away, and the crowd of people watching heard the old man's words, and everyone was whispering.

"Why did Yang Yongxian set a fire? Who did he want to burn?"

"Isn't it obvious? I sent the old man away beforehand. This is to burn Master Sanwu!"

"But didn't Master Sanwu invite him back by himself? Why would he burn someone else's house?"

"Who knows, maybe there's some inside story that we don't know about..."

"I heard that Sanwu was so burned that his head was gone, and only a handful of his body was left, like dry firewood. It was really scary."

"Hey, it's another barbecue guy. Why is our village so hard to deal with fire these days? Where is Yang Yongxian who set the fire?"

"I heard he ran away."

"Run away? Are the bridges and roads in our village still repaired? They are only half repaired..."

"Hey, there are already lives lost, who cares about that!"

"..."

Yang Huazhong stayed at the scene and said to everyone: "This fire is a bit strange. There were four people living in the house, but Master Sanwu was the only one who was burned to death. Yang Yongxian is missing. Although he is my nephew, he is also helping us right now."

The person who built the bridge and paved the road in the village, but I can't be selfish, I have to report it to the officials. If he set the fire, then it is only right to kill people to pay for their lives. If there is another reason for the fire and it was not set by Yang Yongxian, then we have to ask the officials to investigate.

Deal with it and restore Yang Yongxian's innocence, don't you think so, folks?"

"Yes, Li Zheng understands justice well, that's how it should be."
Chapter completed!