Chapter 171 Killer, People Always Kill

Yannan County, the ancestral home of the Fang family.

The ancient buildings reflect the long history of this place, and the low houses made of stones are gathered together, without any trace of modern technology.

In the very center of these stone houses stands the only two-story building. The furnishings in the building are extremely simple and there are not many things. It looks so empty and so natural.

This is the center of the Fang clan's ancestral land, and it is also the place where the highest ruling class of the entire Yannan clan lives.

No one knows how old the ancestor who lives in the stone house is, and no one knows what kind of strength this ancestor is.

They only know that the ancestors have lived for a long time, at least five hundred years.

And five hundred years ago, he was already the Great Heavenly King.

All in all, the ancestors in the stone house had a very high status and status, and ordinary people should not disturb them unless something important happened.

Something big happened tonight.

When Fang Jingtian, the great elder of Yannan's Presbyterian Church, received Fang Xiang's call, he hurried to the ancestral land, quickly walked up to the second floor of the stone house, and knelt respectfully on the ground.

The room was completely dark, and the line of sight in front of him seemed to be no more than five meters, and it was extremely cold, like falling into an ice cave in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Even with Fang Jingtian's strength, he only lasted for five minutes, and his whole body couldn't help shaking, his lips quietly turned purple, and his pupils were a little dizzy.

He was shivering from the cold.

If it continues like this, I'm afraid he will freeze to death here before the sun rises the next day.

However, Fang Jingtian still didn't get up, but his forehead was even lower.

It went on like this for more than an hour, the corners of his mouth were chapped, frost gradually formed on his clothes, his consciousness began to falter, and his expression was in a trance.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

...

A crisp sound suddenly entered Fang Jingtian's eardrums, he couldn't help but shake his head, and forced himself to wake up.

The thud thud rang for more than a dozen times before it stopped abruptly.

A thin, crooked figure slowly appeared in the darkness, and a hoarse woman's voice came from the figure.

"Kneeling for a long time, have you ever realized your mistake?"

"The disciple knows his mistake, and I hope that the ancestor will punish him severely."

Fang Jingtian said in a deep voice with a trembling voice, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, not daring to raise his head at all.

He could clearly feel that the speaking woman was standing in front of him at this moment, and he even saw the woman's pair of ancient embroidered shoes and the dragon-headed crutch in her hand.

This person is the existing ancestor of the Yannan Clan, who is well-known throughout the Great Qin Empire.

The old woman glanced at Fang Jingtian faintly, then turned around and walked to a corner of the stone house with a cane, sat on the agarwood chair, and said coldly:

"Punishment? Just punishment?"

Hearing this, Fang Jingtian's entire back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the back of his neck, but it was quickly frozen into ice by the ubiquitous chill in the room.

"Disciple, I would like to invite you to die!" He roared loudly, gritting his teeth firmly, and his tone was decisive.

The old woman on the wooden chair sneered again, and then asked:

"Please die? Will please die solve the problem?"

This time, Fang Jingtian didn't know how to answer.

But now he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, full of the feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

What the old woman said just now was equivalent to saying that he could be spared the death penalty, and that he could continue to live for a while, so she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"The disciple knows that he made a big mistake, which caused our Fang family to lose several heavenly kings. He deserves ten thousand deaths for the crime. I just hope that the ancestor can give the disciple a chance to take the blame and make meritorious deeds.

The disciple's life is worthless, but it can be of some use. The disciple really doesn't want to die in vain, so I ask the ancestor to give an order. Whether it is going to the border or the imperial capital, the disciple will never complain. "Fang Jingtian said sonorously and forcefully.

Hearing this, the old woman looked calm and said lightly:

"You are wrong, the lives of my disciples of the Li family are very valuable. Anyone who wants to kill can kill them. Killing people pays for their lives, and debts are paid for. This is a matter of course.

Since someone made a move, let's use the life of the murderer to pay for it. "

"Reporting to the ancestor, according to the news from the imperial capital, the other party came prepared, and had an insight first, and the elders' meeting had a wrong estimate of Qin Mo's strength..."

Afterwards, Fang Jingtian roughly explained the information that Fang Xiang sent back.

The old woman listened quietly all the time, her expression didn't change at all, but her eyelids moved a little when she heard that no one escaped from the sky.

After Fang Jingtian finished speaking, the stone house fell into a long silence, only the endless darkness kept surging, and tens of thousands of fine ice crystals solidified and exploded.

The old woman drooped her eyelids and said nothing for a long time. After she pondered for a while, she slowly opened her mouth and said:

"This time, our Fang family won't be wronged."

Um?

Fang Jingtian, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his eyebrows, he was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask.

"Let's get up first." The old woman said lightly.

Hearing this, Fang Jingtian got up just now, his body was already extremely stiff, the chill had invaded his internal organs, and the candle of life was swinging back and forth, flickering unsteadily.

A cup of tea suspends silently by itself, and floats in front of him, the lid of the tea opens by itself, and steam comes out of the cup.

"Thank you, Patriarch, for giving me the tea."

Fang Jingtian hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and then dared to stretch out his trembling hands to take the tea in front of him, pour it down his throat and drink it up in one gulp.

Teng Teng's hot air quickly spread to every corner of his body along the esophagus, he couldn't help shivering, let out a long breath of cold air, and his mind was settled.

However, this move of the old woman can't help but make him more suspicious just now.

What exactly happened to ease the attitude of the ancestor?

He knows the temper of the ancestor.

This is a unpredictable, moody, decisive master.

That's why the operation in the imperial capital failed, and after the entire army of the nine heavenly kings was wiped out, he came to plead guilty non-stop.

If he came a little later, his life might really be lost.

The old woman doesn't care if you are the king of heaven or not.

For Fang, the Great Heavenly King is a very important upper-level power, but for her...

Just ants.

The old woman continued to say: "All the contents of this assassination operation are completely blocked, and those who know about it, except for Fang Xiang, are all recalled to Yannan County, and a password is issued to prevent any information from being revealed to the outside world.

In addition, all actions against Qin Mo can be stopped for the time being. "

hiss? ! !

stop all?

Fang Jingtian was stupid.

He couldn't help but said: "Returning to the ancestor, Qin Mo is only 23 years old this year, and he already possesses the terrifying strength of the fifth level of Heavenly King, and his growth rate is extremely terrifying. Within a month, he has been promoted to the fourth level one after another.

If the assassination of him is stopped now, then in another year or so, he will grow up completely, and I can't suppress it even if I want to.

This son possesses a talent of the heavens, which is unique in all ages, and must not be left behind. I hope the ancestors will think twice. "

Fang Jingtian knelt on the ground again, deep in his eyes was deep fear, and what he feared was Qin Mo's potential.

Qin Mo and the Qingyang Li family have already been bound together, and when he grows up, it means that the Li family's strength will increase greatly.

At that time, whether it is the royal family or their thousand-year-old families, where is there any way to survive?

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, when the enemy is strong and the self is weak, the Fang family can only die!

If you don't kill him, you will be killed sooner or later.

It is right to act first to be strong.

This is a very simple and easy to understand reason.

Fang Jingtian can imagine it, and the old woman who has lived for hundreds of years can naturally imagine it, and she can see it more thoroughly and far-reaching.

The old woman coldly glanced at Fang Jingtian who was kneeling on the ground, her cloudy eyes revealed a glare.

She said in a cold tone: "It's extremely stupid!"

"Do you know who is the protector arranged by the Qingyang Li family for Qin Mo? Do you know that even if nine great heavenly kings are sent to attack and kill tonight, the entire army will be wiped out?"

Fang Jingtian was shocked and his eyes widened.

"The heaven and the earth have the same power, even if I go there in person, I can't say that I can kill someone under Li Er's hands with absolute certainty, how dare you fool?

If you don't stop now, are you going to take all of our Fang family into it? "

Every question was like a heavy hammer, hitting Fang Jingtian's heart hard.

He opened his mouth wide in a daze, his eyes were blank, unable to accept such a large amount of information for a while.

Even the ancestors are not sure?

Doesn't that mean...

The Qingyang Li family also used ancestor-level figures?

How important is it to let an ancestor of a clan be a guardian for a young disciple?

At this moment, Fang Jingtian still wanted to kill Qin Mo, but in an instant he was full of bitterness, vented his anger, and said sadly:

"With the ancestor of the Li family protecting the Dao, Qin Mo's growth is unstoppable, so what should our Fang family do?"

He seemed to be hundreds of years old in an instant, and the smugness in his heart had been crushed by the old woman just now.

Qin Mo is so dazzling, his talent is like a mountain of weight, pressing on Fang Jingtian's spine, making him breathless.

In his eyes, the future is already dark.

As long as Qin Mo is around, the Yannan Clan will never be able to make it to the top.

even……

These ancient families that have been passed down for thousands of years will fall apart in this era.

And all of this was because of Qin Mo alone.

The more Fang Jingtian thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more hopeless he felt.

But at this moment, a crutch flew like lightning, piercing his left shoulder blade fiercely, driving his whole body into the air, and nailing him to the stone wall.

The blood flowed out, and then was frozen into ice by the endless cold, and the severe pain was clearly transmitted to Fang Jingtian's mind, he gritted his teeth tightly, not daring to cry out the pain.

The old woman stared at him coldly, and said lightly:

"You really are an idiot, you, the position of the great elder, you can take it by yourself later."

"yes."

Fang Jingtian gritted his teeth, a look of sadness flashed across his painfully distorted face, but he didn't dare to question the old woman's order at all.

After the old woman casually deprived him of his status as a great elder, she said calmly:

"Just because we don't kill them doesn't mean Lin and Liu won't kill them. With the temperament of those two families, after seeing us block the news, they will definitely try their best to find out.

At that time, they will know Qin Mo's terrifying talent, but as long as they don't know the details, they will not guess that Li Er is Qin Mo's guardian.

We cannot let our Fang family eat this boring loss. "

"The ancestor wants to borrow a knife to kill someone?

Use Li's knife to weaken Liu's and Lin's strength. When the two sides fight, the Chu family in Zhenbei will not stand by. Our Fang family can take advantage of this time to accumulate strength and slowly plan. "

Fang Jingtian endured the pain and thought carefully, countless plots flashed through his mind.

He knew that after this night...

The troubled times of Daqin have officially begun!

The old woman didn't continue to scold him for being an idiot this time, she nodded slightly and said:

"This is just one of them, as for the second..."

The old woman squinted her eyes, the wrinkles on her face were like the roots of an old tree, and a sharp light flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"After half a month, you follow me to the imperial capital, and I will arrange it myself."

hiss!

Fang Jingming gasped for an instant, half of it was pain, and the other half was shock.

It is really a big deal for the ancestor to come to the imperial capital in person.

You know, the old lady in front of her has not stepped out of this stone house for a full three hundred years.

But now, it is because Qin Mo, who is a genius in the sky, wants to go to the imperial capital in person to lay out a big game of chess with the ancestor of the Li family. The two sides are obviously going to play a personal game.

Based on this alone, it is enough to see that the ancestor attached great importance to Qin Mo.

Fang Jingtian didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly replied: "I understand, I will make arrangements immediately."

Boom!

The crutch flew out like lightning, across the darkness and returned to the ancestor's side, Fang Jingtian fell to the ground with a thud.

"Go down." The old woman said lightly.

Hearing this, Fang Jingtian didn't dare to say much, knelt on the ground and bowed deeply, then retreated slowly.

After he left, only the weak breathing of the old woman was left in the silent stone house.

She still squinted her eyes tightly, and various lights kept flickering in her eyes.

After a long time, the old woman mocked and said to herself in a cold voice:

"Seven hundred years have passed, Li Er, you really don't give up!"

...

...

at the same time.

The imperial capital, Fang's Castle.

The light evening breeze gently brushed Qin Mo's cheeks and swept over his brows.

Qin Mo stood alone on the top floor of the old castle, like a ghost, and like a god of death descending from hell.

At this time, seven hours had passed since he was attacked and killed.

The bloodstains and corpses on the pavement of Guanghong Street have all been cleaned up by the Security Bureau, and the identity of the deceased has also been confirmed during Li's emergency search.

The group of nine heavenly kings is indeed all members of the Yannan clan.

so……

Qin Mo will appear here.

He came to Fang's castle at four o'clock in the morning, and what he wanted to do was not to visit, let alone drink tea with Fang Guogong.

He is coming to...

kill! people! of!

First, the Daqin Prison bought murderers, and then there was an ambush at the door of the house...

Again and again, the Yannan clan went on and on and made it clear that they wanted his life.

Even if it was made by a clay figurine, it would be full of anger, not to mention that Qin Mo is not a clay figurine, he is... a body of steel.

That being the case, what else is there to say?

People who kill people will always kill them.

You know, Qin Mo has never had a good temper.

then……

In the endless dark night sky, Qin Mo flew down.

Death's scythe was raised at the same time.