Zong Huo's eyes stared straight at the "young servant", but saw the young servant lower his head, seemingly flustered, put down the medicinal soup and immediately retreated in a hurry.

  "Halt, you!"

  Zong Huo suddenly sprang out a ball of fire from under his belly, but the little servant was as agile as a snake and had already slipped out of the door in an instant, fleeing hastily.

  Only after the young servant retreated did he suddenly have a familiar illusion, as if he had seen this face somewhere in the mansion before. But how could the dignified Young Master Huo have a memory of a small servant's face and feel a sense of familiarity?

  The dead soldier outside the door was extremely sharp-eared and immediately came up: "Young Master!?"

  But saw Zong Huo drinking ginseng soup in big gulps, as if swallowing someone's skin and flesh.

  …

  "Get all the young servants in the yard over here!" Zong Huo ordered coldly after finishing his meal.

  Not many days passed and a dozen or so young servants were lined up, each looking terrified. Previously it was all the maids in the courtyard who suffered, could it be that this time all the young servants would suffer?

  The leader of the dead warriors stared at Zong Ho: "What does the young master want to do?"

  Zong Huo shouted at those little servants: "Lift your heads for me."

  Those little servants were so scared that they could only follow orders, one by one, carefully raising their necks and showing fear on their faces.

  The young servant felt as if he was being cut up by the piercing gaze that swept back and forth, a kind of prolonged torture.

  No, no that face.

  Zong Huo's inexplicable fire had flared up again, and he didn't know if it was because the soup was too greasy, but his head hurt from the heat.

  "Is everyone here?"

  The leader of the dead soldiers coldly said: "There are sixteen of you in total, count one by one and don't miss anyone here."

  It is impossible for even one more to come out.

  Although I don't know what Zhong Huo suddenly meant by calling all the little servants, the leader of the dead soldiers stared at him: "We are here to protect the young master's safety.

  Entirely.

  Zong Hu suddenly glared at him fiercely, that face which had appeared before him several times, each time disappearing without a trace, who was he/she after all?

  For Zong Ho, the breath he held in was ultimately unable to be let out.

  In a secluded alley in the backyard, a slender figure wearing a small servant's clothes slowly walked out. He reached up and pulled down the cloth wrapped around his head, and suddenly a head of black hair fell down, dense like a waterfall covering her pale side face.

  She took off her outer clothes again and revealed the maid's outfit inside. She bunched up the clothes in her hand and threw them into a corner.

  ——

  After nightfall, Zong Huo finally calmed down, and the oil lamp in his house was extinguished.

  The leader of the dead warriors stood in the yard, and the two dead warriors he had called earlier, who were following Yin Wuchang, also stood in front of him. Several people exchanged glances: "Leader, we can set off now."

  As long as the three of them went out, most of the dead men still stayed in the mansion, and during this period, there were enough changes to cope with.

  If it weren't for the leader of the dead soldiers being overly suspicious, and he had gone to take a look at that thatched hut with an open mind, there wouldn't have been tonight's change.

  "Go," the leader of the dead soldiers said with a stern gaze, "return within an hour."

  The three nodded to each other and suddenly three figures shot into the sky, disappearing silently in an instant.

  There is a cicada in the forest calling out, and a mantis catching the cicada.

  At night, Shen Chu Yin Wu Chang specially made a bowl of soothing tea for Zong Huo, so that he could sleep soundly at night.

  But just as he had fallen asleep for only a short while, the leader of the dead soldiers and his two subordinates had just left not long ago. Suddenly, Zhong Huo's eyes opened on the bed, and in his pupils was a blood-red glint that had not been seen for many days.

  At night, no one can see these changes, even if someone is guarding, they still don't know about the changes in Zong Huo.

  The streets and alleys of Wuzhou had the mournful sound of night watchmen, while in the distance, the singing voices of songstresses floated through the air. Three dead soldiers with exceptional agility rushed towards the street where Bai Tianyou was going to fetch ingredients. The dead soldiers all had excellent memories, never forgetting what they saw. With two people leading the way, they accurately found the location without any mistakes.

  Wuzhou at night was just as deserted, the streets except for their three figures were desolate like a ghost town.

  "Leader, it's over here!"

  The dead man stared at the black hole in front of him with wide eyes, where the thatched hut was originally located during the day, had been demolished clean, leaving only a narrow empty alley.

  The leader of the dead warriors gripped the hilt of his sword and vigilantly observed his surroundings: "Be careful, there may be treachery."

  The thatched hut was demolished cleanly, it's no wonder there are ghosts, and the so-called divine kitchen is unpredictable...

  "We'll rush back immediately, kill Yin Wuchang and protect the young master."

  Just as the leader of the dead soldiers was about to give orders, a faint sonic boom suddenly sounded in the night sky.

  The instinctive reaction of the dead warriors allowed them to react first, and the three people flipped in mid-air, dodging the arrows that came flying through the air.

  The leader of the dead soldiers had bulging eyes, they came here and fell into an ambush!

  On the rooftop, a low voice seemed to say: "Since you've come here, there's no need to go back."

  The leader of the dead soldiers stared at the blurry figure on the roof, shouting: "What a big tone!" As soon as the words fell, the knife had already come out of its sheath and stabbed towards the person on the roof.

  They were all top-notch fighters selected through a rigorous process, capable of taking on ten opponents at once. Even if only three people came, they wouldn't be easily stopped just because someone told them to.

  "Up." Under the bright moon in the night sky, Pei Xian's cold and indifferent face was revealed.

  He and the five Pei family dark guards who arrived in Wuzhou ahead of time had already set everything up and were waiting for today. They would fight these three dead soldiers, and tonight it was either the enemy's death or their own demise.

  The sound of swords and spears echoed in the night sky, and even the people of Wuzhou who were hiding in their homes heard this terrifying voice, but they only burrowed deeper into their quilts, with no one daring to open the door or take a peek.

  ——

  Inside the Wishing Moon Pavilion, when Zong Chuke finished saying that sentence "When you arrive at the underworld, you will naturally understand that everything is not a joke", the atmosphere suddenly changed.

  Those black-clad men he brought with him emitted a murderous aura that almost engulfed the entire tavern, and Pei Tan was surrounded by them in the middle, becoming a lamb to be slaughtered.

  Sheep.

  "Kill."

  Zong Chuke issued orders as calmly as if he were ordering takeout.

  The guard beside Pei Tuan also moved, and in an instant his waist knife was out of its sheath, confronting a man in black head-on.

  It wasn't until then that he discovered what the guard had drawn from his waist wasn't a knife, but a long sword with a cold glow.

  In the Great Tang Imperial Guard, those who wielded swords were far outnumbered by those who used knives. Whether they were Dark Guards or Inner Guards, all were equipped with knives.

  Because of the sword, it has long been considered a useless thing.

  It's time to kill and see blood, confirm life or death, or a sharp knife is quick.

  "Ah!!" The man in black let out a loud roar, and over a dozen figures darted towards Pei Tan like cold electricity. Pei Tan remained still, unmoving and unchanged.

  And these dozen or so black-clad men, who had used all their strength in attacking, were suddenly caught as if in a net.

  Look at that sword-wielding Pei family guard, his face as sharp as a knife's edge, the sword in front of his chest spinning like a dancer, instantly blocking all the black-clad men's attacking knives.

  Impossible! Even a top-notch imperial guard might not be able to achieve this!

  Zong Chuke suddenly stood up.

  Bo Pei remained still with his head down and hands clasped together, but somehow a empty cup appeared in his hand, slowly rotating as he moved it around.

  Before long, that unbelievable long sword really became a divine weapon.

  The guard moved in and out among a dozen or so black-clad men, with an eerie silence that was like being in a ghostly lair. Because from start to finish, except for the sound of swords clashing, this guard himself did not make a single sound.

  There was not even a breath of movement.

  Zong Chuke's fingers began to stiffen and harden. The dozen or so top-notch experts under his command, how could they possibly not be able to break through one person's defense line?

  Unless he is no longer human.

  "Shangshu gentleman is thinking, who exactly is this person, or not?" Pei Tan asked at this time, as if with a faint smile on his face, looking at Zong Chuke.

  Zong Chuke's hateful gaze swept across Pei Tan's face without any disguise.

  Pei Tan slowly swirled his cup and said after a while: "Prime Minister Zong, this is the first master of my Pei family, Bi Luo."

  Azure Falls...

  Azure falls into the yellow spring, ascends to heaven and enters the earth, pursuing the soul without constancy.

  For a family like the Pei's, there must be countless top-notch dark guards. Since Pei Tan only brings one person with him wherever he goes, it's easy for people like Zong Chuke to misunderstand. However, in reality, Pei Xian's martial arts skills are far from being the best in the Pei family.

  The real master of the Pei family is right here at this moment.

  Zong Chuke's palms were almost crushed: "Your guard is only one person, and a person's physical strength will eventually reach its limit. I'd like to see how long you can hold on!"

  Pei Tan held his wine cup without speaking, and he saw Zong Chuke turn around coldly and sit down at a table again.

  Even the most skilled and extraordinary individuals will eventually meet their end, just like a lamp running out of oil. One person may seem overwhelmingly powerful against ten or more others, but it's only a matter of time before they too reach their limit.

  Zong Chuke saw through this point and became even more indifferent.

  "This old man should also let you, this arrogant boy, taste the flavor of slow death." He had tasted it with Zong Huo back then, and now he should let Pei Tan taste it too, to vent his hatred.

  Pei Tan lowered his head slowly and shook it.

  But half a time had passed, an hour had passed, and looking at the sun outside, it had already passed its position.

  That's the master of Bìluò, still with an unmoving brow, mechanically blocking the black-clad man's attack. On the contrary, the black-clad man had already begun to sweat, with liquid seeping out from his forehead.

  Monster.

  This is what all the black-clad people in the arena are thinking.

  How can there be such a monster in the world who doesn't know fatigue or hunger? Is this still human?

  Such doubts rose again in my mind.

  Zong Chuke's eyes were wide with anger, his gaze piercing as he glared at the dozen or so subordinates whose fists were clenched: "Pei, Tan! What kind of trick are you playing here?"

  Why is everything different from what was planned?

  "Pei had just said that people are often blinded by a single leaf and cannot see the true scenery. Is it not the same with Your Excellency, the Minister, right now?"

  Zong Chuke's eyes bulged out: "You dare to give Lao Fu a riddle, today Lao Fu will definitely kill you!"

  His ferocious gaze fell upon, the purple swallows and Wen Lang couple crouching together on the ground.