C8

"It's going to rain soon." Early in the morning, Chen Yuan woke up. The pain in his chest was really excruciating, and he was unable to sleep soundly.

"That's right." "It's going to change," said Li Guotao, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed as if he had never changed his posture.

The doors and windows were tightly shut, but they could not block the smell of rain and the overcast weather outside.

"Wash your face and rinse your mouth, no matter what, you have to cover your body's bloody smell." Chen Yuan said.

"The senior scholar hasn't come out yet, right?"

… ….

It was almost noon, but the clouds were pressing down heavily. The sky was covered by layers of faint black ink, making it seem like dusk.

The clatter of horses' hooves could be heard.

"Originally, no one should have known that our family lived here. After so many years, even an established family like the Wang family did not notice where we lived. Firstly, they did not care much about it, and secondly, Uncle Ye always left early and came back late, but he bypassed the people who beat us up and the people who got up early to buy breakfast."

"However, this bailiff found this place very quickly. This only means that this Lord Zhang or Lord Zhou is a capable person."

Chen Yuan stood straight under the tree, quietly waiting for the person to knock on the door.

And the person standing beside him was actually the scholar who had been heavily injured and had gone into seclusion.

The scholar did not say anything, but listened to Chen Yuan speak.

Knock, knock, knock. The sound of knocking on the door.

When he reappeared, Chen Yuan and the scholar were already sitting in the draught carriage. The carriage creaked as if it was about to fall apart.

Four people, an expert, at least an eighth-grade cultivation base. Their cultivation base was only stronger than the one they met a few days ago.

One was attached to the carriage, one was driving the carriage, and another was sitting in it with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, beside them.

And the last one?

Chen Yuan was secretly shocked in his heart.

He couldn't tell.

Yes, he couldn't tell.

Chen Yuan's five senses had always been extremely sensitive, especially after he practiced the [Northern Dark Dragon Transformation].

Heart rate, breathing, these things, no matter how good it was to hide them, as long as his five senses were strong enough, he would definitely be able to feel them.

Of course, other than those peerless experts and true old freaks, there was nothing else.

This was because Uncle Li had once told him that he had once met an old monster from that sect in the "Three Holy Palaces". It was said that he had lived for over 170 years.

Other than his own brain, everything else was made of wood — wood, spells, and armor.

He was no longer a human. He was just a scaredy cat who was afraid of death. These were Uncle Li's exact words. Chen Yuan could still clearly remember the scorn that appeared on Li Guotao's face at that time.

Even so, Chen Yuan still joked that this was an ancient and crude version of the Terminator.

Unfortunately, Li Guotao didn't know what the Terminator was, neither did the scholar and Ye Xiong. Perhaps, only Chen Yuan knew.

I can't explain it.

Moreover, there was something different about this. Chen Yuan originally thought this was just the Martial Arts World, but here was the Tao technique, but there was a square technique.

In fact, he was still alone.

But very quickly, Chen Yuan shook his head, threw the rest of these things out of his mind and quickly returned to reality.

Hm, four experts.

Looks like we were used as bait.

He just didn't know what kind of big fish he was fishing for.

It seemed that the waters of this small Peace Prefecture were very deep.

However, the journey was surprisingly smooth.

By the time he arrived at the magistrate court, it was already afternoon. He ate his lunch and took an afternoon nap.

Chen Yuan looked at the door in front of him. It was red, old, and rotten.

Behind the mansion's door was a long path. Beside it was a solemn and quiet place, but other than this, there was also a large crowd of spectators.

It was not accurate to call them spectators. It was obvious that many of the spectators were not commoners, rich and powerful. The one with the saber on his back and the one with the sword in his hand had a scarred face and possessed a terrifying aura.

Interesting. When Chen Yuan and the scholar were led forward, they discovered that many of them were staring at them with eyes that could not conceal their killing intent and anger.

Initially, according to Zhang Wenli's character, a group of people who just walked into the government office like this with knives in their hands had long been caught and killed by him. Now, he has actually allowed them to walk in openly.

"Yes, a magistrate court in Nuo University. Besides the two officials beside me, I can see the two men standing at the door. Judging from the situation, there shouldn't be many people in the main hall."

"According to the news obtained in the past two days, the news of the Peerless Palace's flower house seed being captured and about to be sentenced has spread throughout the world. However, I do not know who spread it."

"From the looks of it, he seems to want to shut the door and kill the dog."

"However, this is very obvious. I wonder if they are certain that the people from the Unparalleled Palace will come, or if they think there is no meaning in disguising themselves?"

Furthermore, to make a move on Wu Shuang Palace, this is not a small matter. The large northern sects have complicated relations in the north, and their powers are huge, and it is said that the palace master is a third grade or above deity in the mortal world. With a raise of her hand, she can topple an entire city.

"Maybe even with the strength of his family, he wouldn't be able to withstand it."

Chen Yuan pretended to be 'shivering', as if he was frightened. However, as he walked along the long path, his mind kept turning, digesting all the information he knew and making inferences.

However, he still didn't understand what Zhang Wenli wanted to do.

When he walked into the main hall, he saw Zhang Wenli wearing a red robe, sitting upright in the middle of the hall. Zhang Wenli was wearing a red robe, sitting upright in the middle of the main hall.

Next was a round of questioning. Chen Yuan kneeled on the ground, pretended to be serious and told everything that had happened that day in full detail.

As Chen Yuan spoke, the nose of the coarse clothed man who had hidden in the crowd at some point slightly moved. Suddenly, he had some doubts.

He smelled a scented powder.

Elegant and light, light and fragrant.

Strangely, however, there was a hint of familiarity mixed in with it. He couldn't recall what it was.

More importantly, the smell was coming from the lobby.

Who could it be? Master? What a joke, the coarse robed man quickly overturned his own thoughts. If an adult wasn't like that, then who could it be?

Little fatty or?

The coarse clothed man quickly overturned this idea. What kind of powder would a young man of 17 throw on his body?

Then, only the scholar could do so. The coarse robed man looked at the scholar and discovered that there really was a scented pouch hung from his waist.

As expected, he had not been able to read any of the books, so he had learned quite a bit about them.

The coarse clothed man had never been interested in these things.

And his interest today did not come from here.

The reason he came today was to kill people.