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The hour of Chou had long passed, and the Milky Way in the sky seemed to dim with the deepening night, with wisps of clouds stretching across the firmament.

Of the rooms in the courtyard, only two were usable, and now they were shielding the lamplight as the Black Flag Army's junior medic was urgently treating a total of five seriously wounded men. Huang Shan occasionally carried out basins of hot water stained with blood. Aside from that, one could often hear the junior medic scolding Huang Jianfei and Qu Longjun in the room.

The bloody water was poured into a jar and temporarily sealed. Others, under the command of Yan Ying, began to cook rice in the kitchen. Most of these people were accustomed to licking blood from their blades, and after the tension, fighting, and escape of the late evening, their stomachs were already empty.

While the junior medic was treating the seriously wounded in the room, those outside with minor injuries had already bandaged themselves. They monitored the outside from the rooftops and walls for a while. When they felt that things had calmed down a bit, Huang Nanzhong and Yan Ying met to discuss the situation. Afterward, Huang Nanzhong summoned Ye Zi, the most skilled in light body techniques in the house, and instructed him to go through the city to find a well-connected person they had arranged for beforehand, to see if they could leave the city by morning. Yan Ying also summoned a subordinate and asked him to return to find Guan Shanhai to secure a backup plan.

"We were all tricked by that devil." Looking at the strange night outside the courtyard, Yan Ying sighed, "The Black Flag Army knew about the situation in the city long ago. Not stopping the Devil's Heart is a warning to everyone through such chaos... Before tonight, everyone in the city was talking about 'taking risks'. Among those who said this, I estimate that many were Black Flag spies. After tonight, everyone will restrain their thoughts of making trouble."

"At the end of the Han Dynasty, Dong Zhuo held power over the court, using the Emperor to command the lords. Who in the court did not fear him? Suppressing people with power is never long-lasting." Huang Nanzhong said, "As long as he cannot win people over with virtue and reason, there will always be successors."

The city's unrest was faint but constant. They exchanged a few words under the eaves, their minds uneasy. They then talked about the junior medic. Yan Ying said, "Can we really trust this Dr. Long?"

"His violating military discipline by secretly selling medicine happened a month ago. If the Black Flag Army wanted to set a trap, they wouldn't use a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child. It's just that he grew up in the Black Flag Army. Even if he committed a crime, whether he will wholeheartedly help us is hard to say."

"If we could capture a member of the Black Flag Army and have him kill them with his own hands, we wouldn't have to guess so much."

As Yan Ying said this, his eyes looked out of the courtyard. Huang Nanzhong also nodded and looked around. There were still eighteen people in the courtyard, excluding the five seriously wounded, Wen Shoubin and his daughter, and the two of them. There were still nine people skilled in martial arts. Capturing a lone member of the Black Flag Army wasn't entirely impossible.

But after a moment of silence, Huang Nanzhong said, "In this situation, it's best not to create extra trouble. The courtyard is full of experts. I've also told Jianfei and the others to keep a close eye on this junior medic. At his age, he can't play any tricks."

Yan Ying's face was gloomy, and he nodded: "I suppose so... A relative of mine died at the hands of the Black Flag Army today. I'm thinking too much at the moment. Please forgive me if I've offended you."

Huang Nanzhong also cupped his hands, his expression stern: "Of those I brought today, I call them family generals, but in reality, I watched many of them grow up. Some are like nephews and nieces, some are like brothers. Adding Ye Zi, there are only five left. I don't know what happened to the others, whether they will be able to escape Chengdu in the future... I feel the same way as you, Brother Yan."

After they said this, Huang Nanzhong greeted him, turned around, and went into the room to check on the emergency treatment.

Behind were just two connected blue brick houses, the interior furniture was simple, and the furnishings were plain. According to what was said earlier, it was the only property that the Black Flag Army junior medic had set up in Chengdu City with the army's pension after his family had passed away. Since he originally lived alone, there was only one bed in the inner room, which was now being used as an emergency treatment table.

In a crisis, everyone laid straw, rags, and other things on the ground for the injured to lie down on. When Huang Nanzhong came in, three of the original five injured had already received emergency treatment and bandages and were taking out the bullet from the leg of the fourth injured. The room was filled with the smell of blood. The injured bit on a rag, but still, let out eerie sounds that made one's scalp tingle.

The atmosphere in the room was tense. The junior medic cursed, and Huang Jianfei also babbled along. A girl named Qu Longjun carefully wiped blood and sweat for the junior medic, with a look on her face as if she was about to cry. Everyone was stained with blood. Seven or eight candles were lit in the room, still forming an unspeakable heat even though summer was over. When Huang Shan saw the owner of the house come in, he came to greet him in a low voice.

Although the junior medic's words were not clean, his movements were quick and methodical. Huang Nanzhong looked at it for a few moments and nodded. He didn't come in mainly to instruct the surgery. Turning his head to look towards the corner of the inner room, he saw two heroes, Chen Wei and Qin Gang, lying there.

The killer named Chen Wei was a general under "Ghost Strategist" Ren Jingzhu. At this time, due to serious injuries, half of his body was bandaged up, and he was lying there motionless. If Huang Shan hadn't reported that he was fine, Huang Nanzhong would have almost thought that the other party was dead.

Qin Gang, who was next to Chen Wei, was slightly larger. After the emergency treatment, he refused to close his eyes to rest. At this time, he was half-lying and half-sitting with a pillow behind him, with two steel knives by his side. He seemed to be wary of the surrounding environment because he was not familiar with everyone, protecting the safety of his companion.

He wanted to make small talk with the other party and walked over to say: "Hero Qin, your injuries are not light. After being bandaged, it's best to rest..."

He only heard Qin Gang say: "I dare not sleep before leaving the dangerous place. Moreover, those of us who practice martial arts, if we can survive the pain of today, it won't be anything to suffer this injury again in the future."

"Hero, you are truly a man of iron and blood, admirable." Huang Nanzhong cupped his hands, "Please rest assured, hero, as long as we are here, we will protect the two of you tonight, even at the cost of our lives. This is so that... when people talk about today's demon-slaying deeds in the future, heroes like Grandmaster Zhou can be mentioned at the forefront. At this time, our lives are insignificant..."

When he spoke of Zhou Tong, Qin Gang fell silent. After a moment, he seemed to be listening to the sounds outside: "Is there still movement outside?"

"People are still coming one after another. The Black Flag Army is fierce and astonishing, but they have lost their way and have little support. Perhaps tomorrow at dawn, we will be able to hear the news of the demon's capture... And even if we can't, with today's heroic deeds, people will continue to come in the future. Today is just the first time."

His voice was calm and steady. Even in the room filled with blood and heat, it could give people a sense of stability. Qin Gang looked at him a few times and gritted his teeth and said: "My three junior brothers died under the Black Flag's swords and guns... But my senior brother and I are still alive. The hatred of today will be repaid in the future."

"Definitely," Huang Nanzhong said.

While the two were talking on this side, the junior doctor who was rescuing people hummed: "You came to my doorstep, you are not as good as others, but you are still clamoring for revenge..."

The young man's tone was unpleasant. Several seriously injured people in the room had previously had their lives in the hands of the other party. Huang Jianfei had been instructed by his master not to attack. But in the current situation, everyone had a fire in their hearts. Qin Gang immediately glared at the other party. A trace of displeasure flashed in Huang Nanzhong's eyes, but he patted Qin Gang's hand, turned his back to the junior doctor, and said faintly.

"This year, the Jurchens rampaged through the Central Plains and attacked various parts of Jiangnan. Today, the world is in disarray, and refugees are scattered everywhere. I don't know how many people will starve to death in hunger and cold this year. This scene has been in the Central Plains for ten years. At first, they exchanged children for food, and later there was no sound of chickens for thousands of miles. This is not a joke. Aotian, you are in Chengdu, and you see prosperity and wealth, but today, many people are really going to freeze and starve to death. What do you think we came here for?"

The junior doctor held a knife in his hand, with blood on half of his face, as if he hadn't expected that the other party would dare to talk back: "If you can't beat the Jurchens, do you blame the southwest?"

Huang Nanzhong was calm: "The Wu Dynasty has supported several fatuous emperors. There is nothing to say about this. Now that he has lost the country, and the world is divided, it can be regarded as the cycle of heaven, good and evil are rewarded. However, what is the fault of the people of the world? Dai Mengwei, Duke Dai of Xicheng County, rescued millions of soldiers and civilians from the hands of the Jurchens. The Black Flag Army said that he had won the hearts of the people and would not pursue him for the time being. Why is this? It is entirely because the Black Flag refuses to be responsible for those millions or even hundreds of millions of people."

He spoke eloquently: "Of course, the polite words are well said. The Black Flag has the Devil's Heart sitting in charge. On the surface, they say that they are opening their doors and are willing to do business with all parties. Then what is business? Today, other parts of the world have been destroyed and only a pile of worthless bottles and cans are left. Only the Chinese Army has abundant products. On the surface, they do business, saying that you bring money and goods, and I will sell you things. Isn't it secretly trying to take advantage of everyone? He wants to skin and dismantle everyone..."

"...If it were in previous years, there would be nothing to say about this kind of business. It is his ability to do business. But now these businesses are related to human lives. If that devil wants to do this, there will naturally be those who cannot get by and want to come here to let the Black Flag change to a less powerful leader, so that the people outside can live a little longer, so that the Black Flag can truly live up to the name of China."

His words were steady and calm. Qin Gang, who was beside him, nodded repeatedly and squeezed Huang Nanzhong's hand hard. The junior doctor on the other side was saving people, concentrating, and only felt that these voices entered his ears. Every sentence seemed to make sense, but every sentence was extremely awkward. When he had treated the injury to a certain stage and wanted to refute or satirize, he organized his thoughts but didn't know where to start.

Huang Nanzhong stood up: "Okay, the truth of the world is not as straightforward as we think. Dr. Long, please save people first. After you save a few heroes, if you still have something to say, I will talk to you again. I won't bother you here now."

He was angry in his heart, but after all, he knew the priorities. What was the use of refuting this teenage member of the Black Flag Army until he was speechless? Even if he wanted to do something, he could only wait until the other party had finished saving people before making plans.

Then he said goodbye to Qin Gang, patted Huang Jianfei and Huang Shan on the shoulders, and went out of the room. At this time, the fourth seriously injured person in the room was almost bandaged.

Outside in the courtyard, everyone had already cooked rice in the kitchen and found a small jar of pickles from the corner of the kitchen. Everyone shared it. After Huang Nanzhong came out, a family general sent him a bowl. This night was dangerous and long. Everyone had spent the late evening with their nerves strained. At this time, they slurped the rice into their mouths. Some people stopped and cursed in a low voice, and some couldn't help but shed tears when they thought of the dead brothers. Huang Nanzhong understood in his heart that a man does not easily shed tears, but it is only because he has not reached the point of sadness.

The tension, danger, and fear of this night were difficult to summarize. People had imagined the scene of launching the attack many times before it started, with both success and failure, but even in failure, it would always end in a magnificent manner—they had heard countless times about Zhou Tong's assassination of Zong Wang in the past. This time, the Chengdu incident had been brewing grandly for more than a month, and countless people were talking about it.

When the explosion sounded last night, they heard the disturbances in the first half of their patience, and their hearts were also excited. But no one thought that when it was really their turn to take action, it was just a brief moment of chaos. They rushed forward, and they quickly fled. Some people saw their companions fall beside them, and some personally faced the Black Flag Army's wall-like shield formation. They wanted to take action but couldn't find an opportunity. Half of the people were even a little confused. Before they could start, their companions in front were running backward with blood—if they hadn't turned around and ran, they wouldn't have been forced to run around in a panic.

They didn't know if other rioters were facing such a situation, but the fear of this night had not passed. Even if they found this medic's small courtyard to hide temporarily, it didn't mean that they would be safe and sound next. Once the Chinese Army solved the situation on the streets, there would inevitably be a large search for those of them who had run away. These people might not be able to leave the city... And that junior medic was not necessarily trustworthy...

While eating the rice, everyone recalled the previous embarrassment and embarrassment, and then thought about the next situation and danger. For a time, the atmosphere in the courtyard was depressing and unspeakable. Mao Hai, the "Sizhou Killing Knife," was irritable and couldn't help asking several times: "That surnamed Long didn't do anything, did he?"

"Should we go in and take a look more often."

"I don't think he can be trusted."

He babbled and couldn't help but go into the room twice. One of them clearly had a conflict with the junior doctor. The junior doctor shouted, "If you have the guts, do it," but because of Huang Jianfei's protection, Mao Hai could only suppress his anger and come out.

Huang Nanzhong and Yan Ying went over to persuade him a few words: "What's the use of getting angry at this time?"

Mao Hai's eyes were red, and he said in a muffled voice: "My brother is dead, he rushed to the front and was hacked to death by those Black Flag bastards... Hacked to death alive in front of my eyes..."

His voice was unusually suppressed. Huang Nanzhong and Yan Ying had no choice but to pat him on the shoulder: "The situation is not yet settled, and several righteous men in the room still need the junior doctor's treatment. After we get through this, anything is possible. So many of us will not let anyone die in vain."

Some small episodes happened like this. Everyone stood or sat or walked back and forth in the courtyard. Every slight movement outside made people nervous. Those who were dozing off would suddenly sit up from under the eaves.

As the hour of Chou was about to end, the starlight on the courtyard became dim. The emergency treatment in the room was temporarily completed. The junior medic, Huang Jianfei, Qu Longjun, and others came out of it. Huang Jianfei went to report the results of the emergency treatment to his master: the lives of all five people had been saved, but what would happen next would have to be seen slowly.

When the junior medic saw that someone was eating in the courtyard, he also headed towards the wooden shed in the corner of the courtyard that served as a kitchen. Qu Longjun went to see her uneasy adoptive father. Wen Shoubin asked her to eat something, so she also walked over there, preparing to get some water to wash her hands and face first, and then see if she could eat anything—she had actually wanted to vomit for a long time this night.

When he arrived at the kitchen, the junior medic was adding rice in front of the stove. Mao Hai, the swordsman, was blocking the outside, wanting to cause trouble. When he saw Qu Longjun coming over and wanting to go in, he made way, saying in his mouth: "Don't think that this kid is a good thing, he will sell us out sooner or later."

Qu Longjun nodded obsequiously, went in to get water. After the other party left with a bowl, she then sensibly added two bowls of rice and picked up some pickles—although she couldn't eat temporarily, she didn't forget to bring a bowl to Huang Jianfei and Huang Shan.

At this time, the atmosphere in the courtyard made her feel scared.

A group of fierce, bloodthirsty martial artists, more or less injured, stood or sat around the courtyard with a slight bloody smell. Some people's eyes were staring at the Chinese Army's junior medic, and there were also various eyes secretly watching her.

—The eyes looking at the junior medic were not kind, and were wary with bloodthirstiness. The junior medic was probably very scared, but he was sitting on the steps and stubbornly supporting himself. As for the eyes looking at her, she had seen many in the past. She understood what kind of meaning there was in those eyes. In this chaotic night, such eyes were even more dangerous to her. She could only try to curry favor with those who were more familiar with her. Adding rice for Huang Jianfei and Huang Shan was an act of self-preservation under this fear.

Huang Nanzhong and Yan Ying were the real core figures in this courtyard. They moved wooden stakes and were sitting under the eaves chatting with each other. Huang Jianfei and another martial artist were also beside them. At this time, they didn't know what they were talking about. Huang Nanzhong waved to the junior medic: "Little Brother Long, come over here."

The boy ate his rice and went to sit by the steps under the eaves. Qu Longjun also came over to bring rice to Huang Jianfei, and heard Huang Nanzhong ask: "Your name is Long Aotian. This name is very particular, very imposing, and extraordinary. I think your family used to be good. Have your parents ever studied?"

Long Aotian was eating his rice: "I haven't read much. My dad is just a doctor, and my mom is a farmer who farms the land."

"Oh? Then where did this name of yours come from? You can't get such a big name elsewhere."

"Mr. Ning killed the emperor, so there are many children in the Chinese Army who are named this in recent years. I changed it when I was six years old. There are also people in the next village named Batian, Tulong, and Shijun."

"...So that's how it is." Huang Nanzhong and Yan Ying were stunned before nodding. Qu Longjun couldn't help but laugh, and then turned around and went into the room to bring rice to Huang Shan.

Coming out of the room, Huang Nanzhong and others under the eaves were telling the junior medic the truth.

"...You had some doubts in the house before, so I will tell you now what Mr. Ning did... The *Guanzi* records that scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants are the four classes of people, with scholars in front, farmers second, artisans again, and merchants last. There is a reason why merchants are ranked last. It is not unreasonable. Merchants value profit over righteousness. It is impossible to have none, but if there are too many, it will become a major disaster..."

"Why?" The junior medic interjected.

"Huh?"

"Why does it become a major disaster if there are too many?"

"He values profit over righteousness. If there is only profit in this world, and no morality, can this world still survive? I'll give you an example and you'll understand... That was when Qin Siyuan, the Right Chancellor, was still in office in the eleventh year of Jinghan. There were floods and droughts all over the world, and there was a food shortage in countless places. That was when your Mr. Ning and that treacherous minister were responsible for disaster relief together... For disaster relief, the imperial court has allocated funds, but he is different. In order to seek personal gain, he launched merchants everywhere and made a fortune from this national disaster..."

"After this fortune was made, the vast power of the Right Chancellor's mansion spread all over the world. Even Cai Jing and Tong Guan at that time could hardly stop its sharpness. What did he do? He used the wealth of the country and the wealth of the people to raise his own troops, so in the first siege of Bianliang, only the Right Chancellor and the troops in the hands of his two sons were able to fight. Is this a coincidence..."

"That's not how it is..." The junior medic frowned, and the last bite of rice could not be swallowed.

Yan Ying patted him on the shoulder: "Child, you are only fourteen years old. You grew up in the Black Flag Army. Would anyone tell you the truth? This time you go out with us. When you get outside, you will know what the truth is."

Long Aotian stared, unable to refute for a moment.

Huang Nanzhong said: "Let's take the current matter as an example, Aotian. You grew up in the Black Flag Army, so you probably don't think there's anything wrong with the Black Flag Army's emphasis on contracts. You will think that the Black Flag Army is willing to open its doors, willing to do business, and willing to sell food. You think it's expensive, so you don't have to buy it, but today, how many people can afford the Black Flag Army's things? Saying it is opening the door, in fact, it is also closed... Just like the disaster relief in those years, the price of grain rose to thirty taels, but there was a price. The businessmen said that if you think it's expensive, you can not buy it... So didn't so many people starve to death? It is not possible to talk about business here. The only thing that can save the world is the great righteousness in the heart..."

Yan Ying interjected: "That Devil Ning does things, and he speaks of rules in his mouth, but in reality, it is all business. Right now, so many people want to kill him because it seems that he gave others a way to go, but in reality, there is no way to go. If you take his path, the people of the world will not be saved after all... Regarding this Devil Ning, Wu Qimei, Duke Mei of Lin'an, had a heroic article, detailing his four major crimes in the Chinese Army: ferocity, cunning, madness, and tyranny. Child, if you can go out, you must read this article repeatedly."

Huang Nanzhong said slowly: "In addition, that Devil Ning also has two fundamental mistakes. One is that he rashly killed the emperor, so that there is no room for maneuver, and the other is that he is extremely arrogant and calls for the destruction of Confucianism, which is a laughing stock in the world. His study of *gewu* is originally a good thing, but because of these things he has done, it cannot be widely promoted. There are also heroes in the Black Flag Army, but unfortunately, following this devil, they cannot reconcile with the world..."

He continued: "Imagine, if this Devil Ning dies one day in the future, the Chinese Army can become the Chinese Army of the world, and many people will be willing to come and go here, and the study of *gewu* can be widely promoted. The Han people in this world do not have to kill each other, then... rocket technology can be used in our Han army formations, and the Jurchens are nothing... But as long as he is there, as long as there is this precedent of killing the emperor, no matter what, the world cannot negotiate peace, and how many people and how many innocent people will die because of this? They could have been saved."

Huang Nanzhong sighed here: "It's a pity that the Chengdu incident this time has fallen into the calculations of this devil..."

He and Yan Ying spoke eloquently on this side, and three martial artists also walked over to listen. At this time, hearing him talk about calculations, someone asked with doubt. Huang Nanzhong repeated what he had said before, analyzing the calculations one by one about the Chinese Army's advance layout and the influence of Chinese Army spies on the assassination public opinion in the city. Everyone was angry and resentful after hearing this.

Huang Nanzhong said: "It is said that those who are good at fighting have no great achievements. The real royal way is not in killing. Chengdu is the territory of the Chinese Army. That Devil Ning could have stopped tonight's chaos through arrangements, but Devil Ning is bloodthirsty by nature and has long been accustomed to using killing and blood to warn others. He just wants others to see how many people died tonight... But such things can't scare everyone. Watch, more righteous men will come to fight against him in the future."

Mao Hai next to him said: "If I come again in the future, I will definitely kill the whole family of this devil to avenge today's hatred..."

A chivalrous man with a bandage on the side of his face said: "I heard that his family has six or seven wives, all of whom look like flowers... Chen Wei, Hero Chen, is best at disguise. If he hadn't wanted to assassinate that devil this time, but went to assassinate his several dead ghost wives and children, he might have succeeded long ago..."

"...Now that Hero Chen is not dead, I think it is the devil's retribution."

Someone said to the junior medic next to him: "Do you know now? If you still have any humanity, then don't keep calling me Mr. Ning Long!"

Someone kicked him in the back. It didn't use much force, only kicking his body to shake forward. "I've long been upset with you Black Flag slutty dog." Long Aotian turned his head back with a fierce look. Because the five injured in the room still needed his care, Huang Jianfei got up and pushed the other party away.

Afterward, everyone continued to talk about the ferocity and brutality of that Devil Ning. Someone stared at the junior medic and continued to curse—previously, the junior medic cursed because he still had to save people, but now that the emergency treatment was completed, there was no need to have so many scruples.

Sitting in the courtyard, Qu Longjun felt somewhat unbearable for this junior medic, who also had no power to fight back and had saved people before. Wen Shoubin pulled her aside: "Don't get too close to that kid, be careful that he won't end well today..."

There was a huge ominous aura in Wen Shoubin's words. Qu Longjun blinked her eyes. After a long time, she finally nodded silently. In this situation, what else could she do?

The time had long passed the hour of Yin while everyone was talking, and the light in the sky was even more dim. There was still occasional movement in the city, but the emotions of everyone in the courtyard finally calmed down slightly after this burst of excitement. The time was about to enter the darkest period of the morning.

Qu Longjun leaned against the wall and feigned sleep. Occasionally, when someone walked by, she would wake up in shock and look over. The junior medic had been targeted twice more, once being deliberately pushed, and once being blocked at the door and scolded by Mao Hai when he went into the room to check on the wounded.

The lights in the room had been completely extinguished after the treatment of the injuries was completed, and there was no more fire on the stove. The courtyard rustled, and the figures under the starlight all seemed to have a bluish-gray hue. Qu Longjun hugged her knees, sitting there looking at the faint starlight in the distant sky. How much longer would this long night last? She was thinking about this matter in her heart. Many years ago, her father went out to fight and never came back. She cried all night in the courtyard, watching the night grow deepest and the light of day dawn. She waited for her father to return, but her father would never return.

In the years since her father's death, she had traveled around and been to some places, and she no longer had any positive expectations for the future. It would certainly be good not to stay in the Chinese Army and take on the mission of the spy, but going back would only mean being sold to that rich family to be a concubine... The anxiety of this night made her feel tired, and she had been frightened in various ways before. She was afraid of being killed by the Chinese Army, and someone would become bestial and do something to her. But fortunately, this next period of time will be spent in quiet, without having to be afraid of these things...

She thought so in her heart.

Around the second quarter of the hour of Yin, Huang Nanzhong and Yan Ying sat on the wooden stakes, leaning against the wall and trying hard to keep their spirits up, occasionally exchanging a few words, without resting. Although they were mentally exhausted, according to previous speculation, there should also be rioters who would choose to launch an action at such a moment. The same was true of the people in the courtyard. The people watching on the roof opened their eyes wide, Mao Hai walked past the eaves, holding his knife, Huang Shan went out to breathe a few breaths and then went in, and the rest also tried to stay awake, waiting for the movement from outside—if they could kill Devil Ning, then they would usher in the real dawn.

The dawn did not arrive.

The chivalrous man who had kicked the junior medic Long Aotian was a subordinate of Yan Ying. He had drunk water and was walking past the eaves, and met the junior medic who stood up. This chivalrous man was two heads taller than the other party. At this time, he was looking down and was about to bump his body over, and the junior medic also walked up.

In Qu Longjun's field of vision, she couldn't see what happened—she didn't even react at all. When the two people's bodies touched, the chivalrous man made a "uh" sound, and pressed down hard with both hands. The original forward pace retreated wildly in an instant, and his body crashed into the pillar under the eaves.

Everyone looked over in some astonishment.

The next moment, the boy named Long Aotian swung his hands horizontally. Knife light, blood, along with the other party's internal organs flew up in the pre-dawn night sky—

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