After a while after Li Sanzhou's wound was strangled, it finally seemed that there was not so much blood flowing out. The pride of his face also restored a little bloody color.

This time, he won again.

Just like when he first came to Layang City ten years ago, he knew how to win and how to make the people in Layang City only have awe of him.

He looked at Ma Ziwu and slowly breathed out.

"The people in this world are so hypocritical. No one will reveal their true colors easily, and no one will let their secrets be guessed so quickly... Just like I don't know the relationship between you and Daochai, you don't know the relationship between me and Ma Qingzhi."

Ten years ago, when Ma Ziwu and his disciples were drinking in this Hongbin Building, he wanted to give Li Sanzhou, a new leader in Jingtai.

A person who is as cautious as Ma Ziwu will certainly not say this in front of Ma Qingzhi.

However, after drinking too much, some people would inevitably say something, and some would inevitably boast that our ancestors would give Li Sanzhou some color.

But Ma Qingzhi is a very smart person. He would not let Ma Ziwu guess that he reported to Li Sanzhou.

He sent a drunken person to Daochai's casino. In the casino, the drunken person mentioned to another person that Qingyuan wanted to deal with Jingtai.

This person was Zhang Ting, the shopkeeper of Yanzilou at that time. Later, one night, many disciples from Qingyuan were slaughtered and nearly a thousand people died overnight.

Because of this, Ma Ziwu ordered the drunk guy to be killed all over the house, and none of them were left behind.

Another day later, Zhang Ting, the shopkeeper of Yanzilou, went out to do business. The horse who pulled the cart was shocked for some reason. The cart overturned, and a carriage that came across from him just ran over Zhang Ting's head and died on the spot.

However, some people also say that Zhang Ting was drunk before getting on the carriage, so he couldn't react.

Another day later, Daochai took people to Qingyuan to ask for an explanation. Ma Ziwu met him in person. At that time, no one knew what the two of them said.

But later, it is said that the man who killed Zhang Ting was wiped out, and then this matter was over.

There will be no sin in this city of slaughter.

Xie Jingran looked at Ma Qingzhi. The fourth man who had been in the city of Layang for at least twenty years had already walked to Ma Ziwu with a knife.

When Ma Qingzhi founded Hongbin Building, it was instructed by Jingtai’s host family at that time that Ma Qingzhi was originally a person with Shanheyin.

Ma Ziwu looked at Ma Qingzhi and asked, "The conditions I have offered have not touched you over the years?"

Ma Qingzhi didn't answer because he couldn't say it.

The answer is...

I have been touched, but if I help you deal with Jingtai, as you are, you will get rid of Jingtai next one after getting rid of Jingtai.

Also, the mountains and river seals at that time were too terrible.

With a light bang, Ma Qingzhi felt his feet tightening and looked down, so he saw a hand penetrate the floor and grab his ankle.

Before he could react, he was pulled down directly through the floor. The floor on the second floor shattered and Ma Qingzhi disappeared at the entrance of the cave.

The next breath, with a bang, the entire floor on the second floor was shattered by some force, and it began to collapse on a large scale.

Xiao Wu, who was seriously injured, rushed over and hugged Ma Ziwu at the first time. The two fell from the second floor. Xiao Wu tried his best to turn over. He was hit below and sprayed another mouthful of blood in the severe pain.

Ma Ziwu tried his best to turn over and avoid it. When he looked at Xiao Wu, the young man's eyes began to become blurred.

Ma Ziwu, who was eighty years old, grabbed Xiao Wu's clothes and dragged him out. The broken floor slabs kept falling, one old and one young, looked so embarrassed.

When Ma Qingzhi fell down, he tried his best to maintain his balance. He knew that the downstairs must be full of dangers. This was his Hongbin Building. He was sneaked in without any notice on his territory. When he arrived at the first floor, his subordinates did not even warn him.

The smoke was heavy, like heavy fog.

He vaguely saw a figure flashing in front of him, without any hesitation, Ma Qing slashed his sword.

With a puff, the knife hit the man's shoulder and cut half of his neck.

Then he saw clearly that the person he hit was actually Li Chunfeng who was dead.

The next breath, Li Chunfeng's body rushed towards him. At that moment, Ma Qingzhi also felt that Li Chunfeng, who had died, smiled strangely at him.

In desperation, Ma Qing kicked Li Chunfeng's body away, and then he saw a hand.

His hand reached behind Li Chunfeng's body, grabbed Ma Qingzhi's neck with force, and waved his five fingers back and forth twice, as if effortless, but in these two moves, Ma Qingzhi's head hit his own shoulders on both sides.

With such a large amplitude, you can imagine that your neck should be broken and transparent.

The hand was released, Ma Qingzhi's body fell to the ground, and then the knife in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The dust and smoke have disappeared.

Ma Ziwu was still shouting Xiao Wu's name one by one, hoping that the child would not fall asleep.

"Help me, who will help me..."

This vicious old man was calling helplessly at this moment.

He raised his head and wanted to ask someone to help save Xiao Wu, so after the dust and smoke fell, he saw the group of lieutenants wearing black brocade clothes.

In front of these courtiers, there was a middle-aged man in white standing with his hands behind his back. Ma Qingzhi, who died upside down, and Li Sanzhou, who was not dead but was already unconscious behind him.

Half an hour later, Qingyuan.

Ma Ziwu looked at the person in front of him, and his tone was a little pleading.

"Xiao Wu is clean, clean."

Zhang Tang, who was sitting in front of him, nodded but said nothing.

At this time, Ma Ziwu was not like the secretly Taoist Dahao who could make the trembling city with stomping his feet, but more like an extremely helpless old man.

He held the teacup with both hands, but the cup was still trembling violently and the tea trembled out.

After a long time, Zhang Tang asked him: "Why would you, a clean Xiaowu beside you, and why did you train him to be a loyal and righteous person? Why would you be willing to abandon your accumulation over the years and give him a new future?"

Three questions in a row.

Ma Ziwu was silent for a long time and shook his head.

"I have no idea."

He said.

This evil old man who had lost all his momentum looked at Zhang Tang with a little confused and a little scared in his eyes.

Ma Ziwu lowered his head and looked at the hot tea in the cup and said, "I really don't know why I did this. Maybe...I'll treat him as my grandson."

How dare he have a wife and children like him? He has never had any past. In the city of Laoyang, he secretly gave birth to children with a few women. At that time, his status was not that high. He knew that a person like him, if his enemy knew that he already had a wife and children, he would definitely not let his wife and children go.

He knew and guessed, but he couldn't avoid it.

Several women and children were killed one after another, which made Ma Ziwu desperate.

When he was almost sixty years old, he finally became the poor city. Everyone was afraid of Ma Ye, and he hoped that it would be too late.

He built the celebration garden and found many young and beautiful girls, trying his best to seek medicine to restore his strength to a certain extent.

But he can't.

No woman was pregnant with his child, and he thought, maybe this was God's will...

So he thought that he must adopt a child, train him to become his successor, and make him the biggest evil man in the city of slaughter.

However, when someone handed Xiao Wu, who was still in his infancy, Ma Ziwu was scared.

Looking at this child, the scene of his first murder appeared in his mind for no reason.

The 14 or 15-year-old boy knelt in front of him and begged him, please don’t kill me, I promise I won’t seek revenge on you.

"How can I keep you? I dare not watch you grow up, I dare not watch you become stronger than me, I am afraid that one day you will cut off all my fingers and stuff them into my mouth, and force me to eat them before killing me."

Ma Ziwu, who was holding Xiaowu, shook his head vigorously, trying to get these words out of his head.

These words disappeared for a while, and replaced by another words that appeared in my mind, the sound was also so loud and so harsh.

"I exchanged my life for money in the first thirty years, and nodded and bowed to everyone in the next twenty years. This is why I have the qualifications to work for me now, and let others nod and bowed to me whenever I am. I started to walk around the world at the age of ten. These people are the connections I have accumulated over the past 40 years. Why should I give it to you?"

At that moment, Ma Ziwu, who had a pale face, looked at Xiao Wu, these words he had said appeared in his mind over and over again.

He even vaguely saw the evilest Xiao Wu he had cultivated, cut off his fingers one by one, stuffing these fingers into his mouth and said with a grin: "Old thing... you should have given up long ago, why don't you take the initiative?"

This scene scared Ma Ziwu so much that she was sweating profusely.

He finally accepted Xiao Wu and found the best person to teach him how to practice swords... The best person is naturally the swords and hairpin.

Few people knew that people like Ma Ziwu actually had friends who had a life-long relationship, although Daochai was forty years apart from him.

Maybe it can't be considered a pretentious person who has lost his life, but it's just the strongest cooperative relationship.

That year, Ma Ziwu, who was almost sixty years old, went out to work in Yangcheng, and met a very short young man on the way.

The young man stopped his carriage and asked... Are you a rich man?

Ma Ziwu replied, I am.

The short man asked, can I work hard for you? I can beat it very well, my knife is very fast, and few people can catch it.

Ma Ziwu asked, since this is the case, why do you have to work hard for others?

The short man said... he was afraid of poverty.

After seeing his swordsmanship, Ma Ziwu said to him, "I have an idea. If you agree to me, I will praise you very high, so that you and I can sit on the same height as you and I in the city of Ouyang."

So, the next day, a quick knife came from the west gate of the city of Layang and rushed to the east gate, with no one to compete with.
To be continued...