Beiyin Great Sage Chapter 99

Chapter 99 Old Man

The inner hall is also divided into inside and outside.

In , Zhou Jia took Lei Yuanshi to manage the warehouse and check the goods.

Besides, distributing materials and coordinating various places is also the place where you have the most contact with other church affairs.

There are many foreign things, so many office locations have been set up naturally. Among them, the places where deacons sit in charge are called Waifang deacons.

It is only responsible for coordinating the distribution of materials, and a single deacon does not need to be very large.

Fatty Han is located in two large tree houses connected together, and it is not near the gang resident, but near the edge of the outer city.

The blood moon is in the sky.

The rain curtain looks a bit gloomy.

A figure slowly walked out of the rain and came to the door of the deacon.

"Clatter..."

The raindrops kept falling, hitting the hair, shoulders, and sliding down the already soaked clothes.

"Stop!"

The two leaning in front of the door stretched out their hands to stop them, looking at the rain-soaked person, their eyes were slightly disgusted, and their tone was not so polite:

"What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for fat Han... Deacon Han." Zhou Jia raised his eyes, the dense raindrops made his vision a little blurred, and his voice was a little erratic:

"He asked me to come over."

"The mine?"

"Yes!"

"Go in." The guard waved his hand, seeing the ax and shield behind Zhou Jia, the voice said again:

"Leave the weapons!"

Zhou Jia hesitated a little, scanned the surroundings, and then slowly took off the weapon, put it at the door, and stepped into the deacon with the wet rain.

"That's how it works!"

"Go down!"

In the back room, Fatty Han handed a letter to his subordinates. Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Zhou Jia push the door and enter, and he couldn't help being overjoyed.

"Brother Zhou, you are here."

"sit!"

He got up and stood up, greeted warmly, and at the same time lifted the steaming kettle, made hot tea for the two of them and brought them to the front.

"It's been a while since I saw you. I've been too busy during this time. How is Brother Zhou?"

Pulling Zhou Jia to sit down, he said with emotion:

"We all come from the same place. Even if we have different ideas, there is no need to break contact. We should walk around more when we have time."

Not seen for a while, Fatty Han's belly has been slightly reduced, but his body is more muscular, and there is more air of a high-ranking person between his brows.

The heavy armor on his body is even more heroic.

"Yes." Zhou Jia nodded:

"Do you need something from me?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Fatty Han laughed, holding up the teacup:

"Come, drink tea!"

"There is no tea tree here. Wei Tou planted it himself. It took me a lot of effort to get two taels from him."

"..." Zhou Jia looked at the tea, the green tea shreds were rolling up and down in the boiling water, and there was a faint fragrance in the hot air:

"Is there something wrong?"

His voice was indifferent, and his wet hair covered his cheeks, which also made Fatty Han froze, and the smile on his face slowly subsided.

Long time.

"Hey!"

Fatty Han sighed softly, picked up the cup and drank it down, not only his own, but also another cup placed in front of Zhou Jia.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

"You offended Master Cheng?"

"Cheng Ping?" Zhou Jia's eyes moved slightly:

"It looks like it is."

"What do you mean by appearance?" Fatty Han was speechless, and said directly:

"Master Cheng likes men, and there is a pet boy named Liu Ciying, who is deeply loved by him. Liu Ciying has a brother who was killed."

"I heard that you did it."

He looked at Zhou Jia with questioning eyes.

"Really?" Zhou Jia was noncommittal.

He killed many people, but not many knew their identities, and it was impossible to ask the other party's identity background every time before killing someone.

"Ah…"

Fatty Han shook his head:

"It seems that many people died in your hands."

Paused, he continued:

"Liu Ciying belongs to Master Cheng after all, and he will definitely ask for an explanation. Have you ever thought about what to do next?"

Zhou Jia raised his head, looked at Fatty Han, and said indifferently:

"late."

"Why is it late?" Fatty Han was taken aback, then jumped to his feet:

"you will not…"

"How is Liu Ciying?"

"died."

There was silence in the field.

Zhou Jia got up slowly, and said softly:

"Why do you pretend to be confused, someone will go to the mine tonight, you should have known it a long time ago, otherwise your people would not have appeared by such a coincidence."

Fatty Han's mouth twitched, and he suddenly let out a long sigh:

"Really dead?"

"If it is a sissy, it is indeed dead." Zhou Jia nodded.

"The people who went tonight, besides Liu Ciying, and Zhao Fu, they are all celebrities around Young Master Cheng, and they are all dead?"

"They're all dead."

Fatty Han got up, picked up the spear leaning against the wall, turned around, and looked directly at Zhou Jia.

Zhou Jia looked at him:

"You want to do it with me?"

"Weitou has ordered me to watch Zhao Fu do the work, don't interfere, and I can help you collect the body afterwards, which is considered a kindness." Fatty Han said:

"But you didn't die, but you killed them, how can I make a job?"

"Yes." Zhou Jia sneered:

"If you kill me, you can give Master Cheng an explanation."

Fatty Han's eyes flickered, his voice suddenly sank, and he said:

"Zhao Gang is dead!"

"Huh?" Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows:

"When did this happen?"

"Not long ago." Fatty Han said:

"Several alliances were not so smooth, and some contradictions and conflicts were inevitable during the period. During a certain conflict, Zhao Gang was rushed to the front..."

An archer, the consequences of being close to him are self-evident.

Fatty Han continued to speak, with a complicated voice:

"Lu Rong looked for me."

Zhou Jia frowned.

"I know you saved them and told them not to go out by the way. Lu Rong came here just to say goodbye and didn't say anything else. I also promised her to keep it a secret." Fatty Han sighed softly:

"Some time ago, I received news that the team led by Lu Rong and Chen Hui encountered a beast horde. I'm afraid... something unexpected happened."

Zhou Jia was silent.

He knew that the two women's actions were more serious than good, but he didn't expect that there would be bad news so soon.

"Do you still remember Situ Lei?" Fatty Han took a deep breath and continued:

"He's dying too."

"He accepted Wang Baolin as a disciple, and promised to leave his inheritance and residence in the inner city to Wang Baolin after his death. The request was to keep a filial piety for him for three years, and he would not have anything to do with the Fish and Dragon Society in the future."

Finally explained another sentence:

"Situ Lei's mother died because of the Fish and Dragon Society, so he has always hated the Fish and Dragon Society, and he is at odds with Wei Tou."

"Ah!"

Fatty Han let out a sigh, his eyes were in a trance, and his voice was blank:

"Old people are dying one after another..."

Outside the house.

The cold wind howled and the torrential rain fell like a curtain. The two people in the house fell into silence.

"Let's go!"

Fatty Han waved:

"Yesterday, a team left Huojiabao and headed for Hongzeyu. There are several ninth-rank masters in it, and they should be able to catch up now."

"Maybe in a few years, I can be as cruel as Wei Tou, but now..."

"We came here together after all."

"Let's go!"

"Don't come back."

"Humph!"

A cold snort interrupted his emotion. Two men who looked almost identical appeared in the room and looked at him coldly.

"Fatty Han, I knew you were unreliable!"

"Just now you deliberately found fault with us and sent us away, just to let him go?"

"Fortunately, we reacted quickly, otherwise he would have escaped!"

The two talked to each other, but it seemed like a person was talking, and there was no lag between the words. They stared at Fatty Han and said:

"Do you know that everyone knows that you are Deacon Wei's person, and so is he. If you let Zhou go, who will Master Cheng turn to?"

"It's okay if you want to die, don't drag us down!"

Fatty Han's face turned pale.

Zhou Jia turned his head sideways and asked:

"who are they?"

"We are the twin soul boys of Luke's family." One person said.

"It's also the one who wants your life." Another person said.

"Are you doing it yourself?" The two said together:

"Or shall we send you on your way?"

"Gemini soul boy?" Zhou Jia nodded:

"I see."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the field, and the next moment he was behind the two of them, holding their heads one by one with his big hands.

Hands together suddenly.

"Peng!"

The two heads collided with everything, like two broken watermelons, all kinds of red and white, blood and brains mixed and flew out.

Zhou Jia let go.

"Plop!"

Two corpses collapsed to the ground.

"You..." Fatty Han was dumbfounded:

"You killed them?"

He is very clear about the strength of brother Luke, the twin soul boy, a templar, with extraordinary talent, proficient in the spells of the Finn world and the martial arts of the Dalin Dynasty.

It is not difficult for the two of them to join hands to kill the seventh rank.

Today.

Was Zhou Jia killed so easily?

The scene in front of him made Fatty Han look dazed, and he almost suspected that he was hallucinating.

"Obviously." Zhou Jia's voice was cold, and he looked behind the screen:

"Deacon Wei, shouldn't you come out too?"

"Hey!"

Behind the screen, the figure swayed, and a dash appeared at the door, blocking Zhou Jia's retreat, and shook his head slightly at the two:

"Unexpected!"

Deacon Wei's audio tape expresses emotion:

"I always thought, Fatty Han, you are the one who does great things, but I didn't expect you to be so naive. I told you a long time ago that if you want to achieve great things, the kindness of a woman is not necessary."

"It's even more unexpected..."

He looked at Zhou Jia with solemn eyes:

"It's you, Zhou Jia!"

"You are so young, you have only been in the Ruins Realm for only two years, and you are already at Rank 7, and what you have learned is so solid."

"I'm curious, how do you do it?"

"Luck." Zhou Jia raised his eyes:

"Didn't Deacon Wei also say that I am a lucky star?"

"Hmph!" Wei Zhixing narrowed his eyes:

"I never believe in the so-called luck. You are indeed hiding very deeply, but now you don't have a weapon in your hand. What do you use to fight me with bare hands?"

Shaking the spear in his hand.

"Peng!"

The energy was surging, like a howling wind.

"Bapin!"

Zhou Jia's eyes flickered:

"Deacon Wei, you have hidden deep enough, no wonder you are regarded as a confidant by the third elder."

"Not bad!" Wei Zhixing nodded:

"Wei is able to have today, thanks to the support of the three elders, but I'm more curious about what happened to you, don't tell me it's luck."

"Tell me the secret of how quickly your strength has improved, and I may consider letting you go!"

"Heh..." Zhou Jia said lightly:

"Deacon Wei, are you so naive?"

"It's okay." Wei Zhixing focused his eyes:

"Take you down, I can torture you out."

"Om..."

Before he finished speaking, the spear in his palm had already lit up the sky with a cold light, and it fell towards Zhou Jia.

Zhou Jia's strength was indeed beyond his expectation, but for a warrior, whether he had weapons or not made a huge difference.

Just like himself.

If you don't have a long spear in your hand, you won't be able to use the flying dragon marksmanship that you have practiced for many years, which is equivalent to breaking an arm and greatly reducing your strength.

Zhou Jia doesn't have a shield and axe, how strong can he rely solely on his own strength?

Wei Zhixing never believed that someone could, in just two years, hone their fists and kicks in addition to practicing weapons.

"drink!"

Amidst the low voice, the spears all over the sky suddenly condensed, countless afterimages gathered, and there seemed to be nothing in the void, only a shadow of a gun.

The air was also knocked out by the extreme speed into a shock wave visible to the naked eye.

Flying dragon wins!

Zhou Jia squinted his eyes, and there was only a little light in his sight.

Violence!

Death-killing sword!

"Boom!"

"Shua!"

A cold light flashed at the waist, and the two passed by each other.

During this period, there was only a slight sound of gold and iron colliding. What exactly happened, even though Fatty Han tried his best, he still couldn't see clearly.

Zhou Jia appeared at the door, with his back to the two of them, Wei Zhixing rushed to the window, his body trembling, and turned around a little bit.

"Twenty years..."

He opened his mouth, and under Fatty Han's horrified eyes, a trace of blood slowly appeared on his neck.

"My wife and children..."

"Don't worry." Zhou Jia turned around, his voice indifferent:

"Not so much."

"Thanks…"

Wei Zhixing was relieved, his head tilted slightly, and it rolled off his neck.

Fatty Han was stunned, glanced at the corpses in the field, and lowered his head:

"It seems that I am worrying too much."

"I killed Wei Zhixing, will the third elder let me go?" Zhou Jia's expression was very serious, as if he was really thinking about this matter.

"Maybe." Fatty Han said:

"You knelt down and begged her hard. For the sake of your strength, there is a one-tenth chance that you will be fine, but you seem to have offended other people."

As he spoke, he looked at the soft sword in Zhou Jia's hand:

"The Qian family has been looking for a kendo master, saying that they want to 'thank you'."

"yes!"

Zhou Jia raised his head and looked at the sky with both eyes:

"Where is Cheng Ping now?"

"Bliss Building!"

Ask for a ticket

(end of this chapter)

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