Purgatory Artist

Long street.

In the rain, a corpse was lying on the ground.

The surrounding area has been cleared.

The three old men walked out of the Wumeng Building like stars holding the moon, and slowly arrived in front of the corpse.

They looked at the dead body on the ground.

"Is it clear, who killed our people?" said an old man with a cane.

"The killers of the Dark Blade Hall." An official said respectfully.

"Are they trying to die?" another old man asked, squinting.

"The original target shouldn't be Lord Zuo, maybe something went wrong." Another official whispered.

Everyone's eyes flickered, and their faces were a little unnatural.

What will happen today?

The three great figures had already known.

Unexpectedly, such things happened.

-But why?

The gold bar was presented.

"En Gong Zuo Clan, Yi Bo Yuntian" eight small characters gleamed with golden light.

The third old man coughed for a while, and said dumbly: "Who can tell me what does this sentence mean?"

A savvy and capable official came forward and saluted, and said: "It has been found out that the people in the martial arts hall have come to see Lord Zuo today."

"Their survival test has been cared by Lord Zuo."

"Master Zuo even used a seal and signed a form allowing them to close the library."

"In the end, Lord Zuo came out from the building to face the killers in person, and then—"

"Unfortunately killed."

The three old men fell silent.

Everyone around was also silent.

This surname is Left, is there really a sense of righteousness, and he does not want to see the blood flow being crowded out, suppressed, and wiped out by other martial arts?

"Joke, I don't believe it—" the squinted old man said coldly.

He was about to say something more, when suddenly, a communicator bell sounded from the body.

The faces of everyone changed slightly.

Who is calling at this time?

This is a very crucial clue!

An official came out more and more, reporting: "My sirs, I am a correspondent of the technical department, I don't know if I can—"

"Quick!" urged the old man who was coughing.

"Yes, my lord."

The official squatted down and carefully took out the communicator from the corpse's pocket.

"One place is damaged, but it's easy to fix it."

He took out the tool, quickly opened the phone, and reinstalled a certain component inside.

Then he pressed the answer button.

Toot—toot—toot—

Amidst the wind and rain, a triumphant voice rang from the speaker: "The **** person is dead, now please tell us, where is the blood-hearted female warrior hiding?"

The expressions of everyone changed slightly.

Killed a military league official, and then openly asked the whereabouts of a military master.

Is this threatening the entire Wu League in public?

When did even the assassination become so upright?

That's right, you did it up and down, but no one allowed you to kill officials!

Really thought that for the money, the Wumeng was your slave?

In the communicator, the voice didn't get a response for a long time, as if he noticed something was wrong, he hung up quickly.

There was no sound.

For the first time in countless years, the Wumeng was threatened in public.

Not only did he kill an official, he also directly asked the whereabouts of other military masters.

This is a face slap like never before.

The old man on crutches slowly said: "Those martial arts halls and assassins seem to have forgotten what the martial arts alliance does."

The squinted old man said: "Yes, I really want to shake the sky."

The coughing old man looked around and saw more or less anger on the faces of his subordinates.

He thought for a while, and said: "Although there are some doubts, the most urgent thing is to erase the dark knife hall and execute the people who did it in public to be a miracle."

"agree."

"Then first clean up the dark knife hall, and at the same time shed some light on the cocoon, to make the whole thing clear."

"Where is the little martial artist of the blood-hearted school?"

"Since Xiao Zuo is helping her with his own life, let her live well, after all..."

"Even if she has any suspicions, she can't get out of our palms."

The three old men quickly settled the matter.

…

the other side.

Liu Ping posted the closing notice on the gate of the martial arts hall.

Almost instantly, lines of burning small prints jumped out:

"You posted a closing notice."

"Blood-hearted martial arts schools will not accept any challenges for some time to come."

"The martial arts hall of the blood-heart genre will not be able to lose the plaque."

"You completed the task."

"Although you don't have any spiritual power, you are recognized by the current era."

"You are qualified to further participate in the current world affairs."

"From now on, you can receive tasks related to the ‘spirit’."

"Post task:"

"The Holy Spirit returns!"

"illustrate:"

"At the right time, Andrea will hide as an ordinary world spirit, appearing in the current era."

"Please be patient and wait for that moment to appear."

All the small prints flashed by.

Behind him, Chu Yunshang's voice filled with emotion: "Unexpectedly, you can help me with money, even help me pass the assessment, and also won the time to close the library-what should I say, in words of thanks , I always feel too ordinary."

"You don't have to be polite, we warriors don't care about secular etiquette, just recognize each other." Liu Ping smiled.

Chu Yunshang thought for a moment, and said: "The martial arts hall has been closed, where should we go now?"

"The martial arts hall is closed because your friend passed away. We are going to worship and do something for the lonely, old and weak civilians-we must really do these things so that people can't fault it." Liu Ping said .

"Well, in this process, I will teach you the method of controlling the blood flow." Chu Yunshang said.

Liu Ping nodded.

The two locked the gate of the martial arts hall and turned around to leave.

However, many people gradually came on both sides of the street.

These people wore all kinds of martial arts uniforms, and the road to the outside was blocked.

They stared at Chu Yunshang.

"Call the police." Liu Ping whispered.

"Okay." Chu Yunshang was taken aback, quickly took out the communicator, and began to dial the phone.

At this moment, Liu Ping stood up and stood in front of Chu Yunchang and said:

"Sorry, we have closed the library and will not accept any challenge-this is something that the Wumeng has approved."

A burly middle-aged man appeared more and more, and said in a deep voice: "Closed? I think you are afraid of accepting the challenge."

His gaze crossed Liu Ping and stared at Chu Yunshang and said, "As a martial artist, but you find all kinds of reasons to avoid fighting, Chu Yunshang, what qualifications do you have to be a martial artist?"

Chu Yunshang's eyes were sharp, and he walked out from behind Liu Ping and said, "Zhao Zixiao, there is a kind to sign the book of life and death! I will accompany you to a good fight, endless death!"

The man known as Zhao Zixiao hummed, "We don't have any grudges, we just want to discuss one or two with you in the martial arts hall, but you are going to run away?"

"Yes, even the martial arts hall is closed."

"It's as timid as a mouse."

"What kind of martial artist, go back and get married."

Everyone babbled.

As soon as Chu Yunchang gritted his teeth, he was about to act with his fist, but was held down by one hand.

Liuping.

Chu Yunshang said angrily: "Let go of me, this is the dignity of warriors, I won't allow them—"

Liu Ping patted her shoulder and said, "Do you believe me?"

"Believe, but—"

"You are only suitable for martial arts, leave it to me."

"But-"

"Relax, we have always been warriors, I promise no one will dare to say anything about you later."

Liu Pingan caressed Chu Yunchang and pulled her behind again.

He clasped his fists around and said, "Everyone."

"My boxer is going to worship because of the death of a friend, and to do a charity."

"Take advantage of this time to pick things up, in fact, there is no such reason in the arena."

"If you can do this, next time when you get sick or have a dead family member, we will challenge you when the library is closed. What do you think?"

The middle-aged man said solemnly: "Boy, who are you? People of non-blood-hearted genre, you don't have the right to speak."

Liu Ping smiled and said, "Yun Chang."

"He is a disciple of my genre—"

Chu Yunshang glanced at Liu Ping, only to feel that judging from what he has done recently, there is no way for him to be his master at ease. He hesitated a little:

"I have accepted apprentices on behalf of my teacher. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has accepted him into the wall of my blood-hearted genre. It is for contemporary disciples and ranks second."

The middle-aged man grinned and said: "Very well, I don't think that there is one more person in your genre. I am afraid it is the same as you. He can only speak with prestige, and he can't even fight."

Liu Ping smiled and said: "I really haven't grasped the power of the spirit, but when your family is dead and you are closed to thank guests, I will definitely kill you in front of your father's grave."

"The kid is looking for death!"

The middle-aged man was furious, and instantly rushed across the sky, hitting Liu Ping with a punch.

Suddenly a voice came from the street outside:

"Stop! Who is fighting and making trouble here!"

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