The villain and I have eight hundred minds combined

Chapter 245 Mo Ziyu (11)

She sat quietly by the stream for a whole day, hesitating for a long time, wondering whether she should tell Mo Ziyu about this matter. If she did, she was afraid that he would not be able to accept it. If she didn't tell him, keeping him in the dark would only make things worse.

Just as she was in pain, at the same time, Mo Ziyu, after discovering that Lin Qifeng wanted to kill him, decided to follow Lin Qifeng like he followed Tan Yu, to see what he wanted to do and whether Ziyuan was willing to be treated.

He was very good at martial arts and could approach a person silently. Even if Lin Qifeng had guards around him, they would not be able to detect him. That day, after following Lin Qifeng, he really got the answer he wanted.

"I don't know what kind of good luck that kid has got. He suddenly becomes smart. Is there someone guiding him from behind?" Lin Qifeng began to worry in his backyard and asked the high priest behind him.

The high priest also inquired about many things and quickly reported: "That boy has a confidante following him. I heard that she is from the cultivation world. I guess she taught him some messed up tricks. We can't afford to offend people from the cultivation world... I'm afraid there will be endless troubles."

Lin Qifeng's brows trembled slightly: "This kid is quite lucky in love... Humph, never mind, go and call a few more people to finish him off tonight, he's an eyesore just looking at him."

"Yes." The high priest was a little worried, "I heard that he is good at martial arts. Can we call more of our people?"

"Make your own arrangements. I don't want to see this person again."

"Yes...what about his sister?" The high priest wanted to know what to do with Mo Ziyuan's body.

At this point, Mo Ziyu's body stiffened, his body tensed, and he held his breath and continued to eavesdrop carefully.

Lin Qifeng said calmly, "If the leader can really use her blood to research a cure for the tree man disease in the future, she will have made a small contribution to the entire Qihua Island and the Jingtian Sect. Ha, although I don't like her brother, but next year, on her death anniversary, I will send someone to visit her grave to express my condolences."

In an instant, Mo Ziyu's whole body was shaking, as if he was whipped hard by a whip, directly to his bone marrow. He held his breath, veins bulged on his forehead, blood rushed all over his body, his hands clenched into fists, and he almost couldn't stand. Extreme grief and pain swept over him and intertwined in his heart. This feeling made him suddenly feel nauseous, and he vomited on the spot and almost vomited.

He tried his best to hold back and listened quietly to the end. Then, he left the Lin Mansion without any expression and in silence.

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He first returned to the blacksmith shop.

He sold his blacksmith shop without a penny. Although the shop was small, it could at least support himself and his sister. Now, he went back there with an empty bag on his back. He saw that the shop, which used to be bustling with people, was now deserted and dilapidated, with no one taking care of it. The fine iron and wood were thrown aside as garbage. Three or two rough men with their bellies exposed were lying on the ground sleeping, doing no work.

He walked into the shop with an expressionless face.

Those rough guys who were sleeping were thugs of the Jingtian Sect. They woke up gradually when they heard the footsteps. As soon as they were awake, they planned to pick up the knives in their hands and pounce on the enemy. However, as soon as they stood up, they were hit hard on the neck with a sharp "swish" sound. The rough guys died before they could even see who was coming.

The rough guys nearby quickly stood up and rushed over with knives when they heard the noise. Mo Ziyu turned his wrist and swung the knife in his hand flexibly, and the blade slashed across everyone's neck cleanly. However, in a moment, the knife returned to his hand, and then there were already three bodies lying on the ground.

He calmly and skillfully wiped the blood-stained blade with an old cloth he carried with him, then put it into his waist. He silently carried the three bodies out and found a place to bury them. Then he returned to the shop, put away the messy utensils, cleaned the entire shop again, and wiped the blood off the floor.

After everything was packed up, it was dusk and night, and he sat alone in the shop and slowly began to sharpen his knife.

The sound of sharpening the knife seemed a little careless, and the frightening "rustling" sound spread throughout the empty and lonely night.

That night, in order to avoid any failure, the high priest prepared countless elites of the Jingtian Sect to ambush Mo Ziyu together.

A group of people were ready to leave from the Lin Mansion, but unexpectedly the outer courtyard door was pushed open from the outside with a "bang".

Everyone was stunned at the gate of the compound, including Lin Qifeng who was standing at the door of the hall. The group of people saw him with a gloomy face, holding a freshly sharpened knife, standing still as a mountain, as if they had seen a fierce ghost in the middle of the night.

The high priest held the scene and asked him solemnly: "You are not allowed to enter the Lin Mansion without permission, Mo Ziyu, have you forgotten?"

Seeing him like this, Lin Qifeng instinctively felt uneasy. It was only after hearing the high priest's words that he remembered this matter. He hurriedly shouted, "My Jingtian Sect has strict rules. Have you forgotten them? Get out!"

The high priest replied, "Island Master, that's right. Anyone who violates the rules of the church shall be killed!"

Lin Qifeng was reminded by him and just went down the slope: "That's right, kill him and correct the rules of the sect!"

I'm worried that I can't find a reason!

As soon as the elites heard the order, they took out their swords, shouted angrily, and rushed towards Mo Ziyu!

Mo Ziyu didn't even blink, his skin began to glow with a faint scaly glow, and the strength in his hands increased several times. He rushed forward with a knife in both hands like a ghost, but in the blink of an eye, the two elites who rushed forward had their throats cut by a knife and died on the ground.

Lin Qifeng was stunned. In a trance, it seemed as if the night at the Liu family in South Island had happened again...

A group of elites surrounded him. Many of them were good at martial arts and could quickly dodge his blade. However, in less than a moment, they were completely suppressed by the endless brute force of his arms. When they fought with swords, they were suppressed and then slashed by him. When the sword broke, a bloody mark appeared on his face. He fell to the ground with his eyes open and died.

All the elites of the Lin family of the Jingtian Sect were wiped out. The high priest was so scared that he was shaking all over and his face was pale, but he swore to be loyal to the island master until death, so he descended from the sky with his bare hands, stretched out a palm, and slapped Mo Ziyu on the top of his head!

Mo Ziyu stepped back expressionlessly, easily dodging the palm strike, then stabbed the high priest's heart quickly, fiercely and accurately. The sound of the blade penetrating into the skin made Lin Qifeng's legs tremble and his expression changed drastically.

"No...you are not a mortal at all. Who are you?" Lin Qifeng widened his eyes and pointed at the fish-scale pattern on his skin.

Mo Ziyu didn't want to communicate with him at all. After killing everyone, he walked towards him slowly.

"You, don't come over here! Help!" Lin Qifeng was so scared that he fell to the ground.

It's too late, death is approaching.