Great Slaughter System

Zhang Nian sat on a stone bench in the courtyard with a dry pipe in his hand, smiling at Zhang Jiao who was practicing sword, and would give pointers from time to time.

"Uncle, why hasn't my father come back yet?"

Zhang Jiao wiped the sweat from her forehead, came to sit beside Zhang Nian, and asked suspiciously.

Zhang Nian didn't know where Zhang Fu had gone. Before Zhang Fu went out last night, he told him to go out to do some errands and asked him to take care of Zhang Jiao's mother and daughter, saying that he would be back in two or three days at the latest.

"Hehe, Jiaojiao, your father has gone to work, and he will be back in a few days." Zhang Nian smiled.

"Oh, okay."

Zhang Jiao nodded. She wasn't very worried about her father's safety. She knew Zhang Fu's strength. As long as he didn't provoke those big families and sects, he shouldn't be in any danger.

"By the way, uncle, let me show you something."

Zhang Jiao seemed to have thought of something, and jumped into the room, took out something wrapped in brocade, and handed it to Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian put down the cigarette pouch, and took it in his hand in doubt.

"What is it? So mysterious?"

When Zhang Nian opened the brocade and saw the ancient book, his expression became serious.

The ancient book has no name and is incomplete. There are only three or two pages glued together, and the other pages have been weathered. In the remaining two or three pages, some words are not so clear.

Zhang Nian held the ancient book in his hand, turned around and found a place with sufficient light, and read it.

When Zhang Nian saw a line of small characters written in ancient Chinese, his expression couldn't help but suddenly changed.

Zhang Nian looked around vigilantly, rewrapped the ancient book, and said in a deep voice, "Jiaojiao, tell uncle honestly, did your father leave after reading this ancient book?"

Zhang Jiao was a little confused by Zhang Nian's sudden seriousness, but she nodded and said: "Yes, my father got this ancient book three years ago. After getting the ancient book, my father always went out, and my mother asked him, but he didn't say anything."

Zhang Nian had a bad premonition in his heart.

After reading the ancient books, Zhang Nian had roughly guessed what Zhang Fu was doing.

"Shen Family"

Zhang Fu must have gone to the Shen family to steal the real dragon formula.

"Nonsense!"

Thinking of Zhang Nian here, he couldn't help yelling loudly.

Zhang Nian's sudden reprimand startled Zhang Jiao, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Jiao asked cautiously.

"call!"

Zhang Nian calmed down, and said seriously: "Jiaojiao, uncle is telling you something now, you must be obedient, you understand?"

Zhang Jiao looked at Zhang Nian suspiciously. Although she didn't know how Zhang Nian suddenly became like this, she nodded and agreed.

"Jiaojiao, hurry up and find your mother and ask her to take you to your father's hometown to live for a while. When did your father and I go to look for you? You are coming back, did you hear?"

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jiao asked suspiciously.

"Go."

Zhang Nian shouted in a deep voice.

The sun was hanging high, scorching hot, and the whole earth was baked like a copper furnace. The heat was unbearable, and the air was distorted.

The older generation in Zhangjiazhuang sat under the trees around Zhuangzi to enjoy the shade.

At this time, on the small road leading to Zhangjiazhuang, two figures came from a distance.

An old man sitting under a tree next to the path to enjoy the shade was surprised when he saw the figure approaching from a distance.

Although Zhangjiazhuang has not lost contact with the outside world, because of its remote location, few people pass by Zhangjiazhuang.

The last time someone passed by by chance was two years ago.

At this time, other old people around also saw the two people coming, and surrounded them curiously.

As the two approached, the old people finally saw their appearance clearly.

"Hiss! Who is this?"

"It's not a ghost, is it?"

The old people who gathered around couldn't help but gasped when they saw those two people. If it wasn't for the sunny afternoon, they might all faint from fright.

The person who came was wearing a black gold dress, his whole body was shrouded in darkness, and he wore a mask with Rakshasa pattern on his face. As the two walked around, the mask seemed to come alive, and he laughed strangely and silently at the old people in front of Zhangjiazhuang.

A bold old man pointed at the two of them and shouted, "Are you human beings or ghosts?"

The two didn't speak, and their figures suddenly disappeared from the old people.

Before the old people could react, the two appeared in front of them.

"puff!!!"

A head flew high, and then the two continued to walk towards Zhuangzi.

Those old people seemed to be frozen, and they didn't move at all. When the head fell, a cloud of blood sprayed from their throats.

"Find ancient books quickly."

The two walked into Zhuangzi, and one of them said in a cold voice.

Then the two separated and searched from house to house.

As long as they are alive, no matter whether they are people or livestock, they are all killed by two people.

As time passed, the whole Zhuangzi was filled with a bloody breath.

"Um?"

When Zhang Nian ordered Zhang Jiao to leave, Zhang Nian frowned as if he felt something.

A figure silently landed on the roof in the courtyard.

"Where do you want her to go?"

The figure looked at Zhang Nian and Zhang Nian indifferently, and said coldly.

"No, Jiaojiao, run away."

Hearing the voice, Zhang Nian's hairs all sprang up, he picked up the cigarette pouch in an instant, and looked warily at the figure shrouded in darkness on the roof.

At this moment, another figure shrouded in darkness quietly appeared in front of the courtyard door.

"Give me what's in your hand."

The black shadow who appeared in front of the door pinched the struggling Zhang Jiao in his hand, and said without any emotion.

Seeing Zhang Jiao struggling in that man's hands, Zhang Nian roared angrily, "Who are you? Why do you want to kill innocent people indiscriminately? They are ordinary people who are helpless. Do you still have humanity?"

"Give me something."

Jin Wuming repeated it again, the strength in his hands was increasing, and Zhang Jiao's struggle was becoming weaker and weaker.

"Okay, I'll give it to you, but you must let her go."

Zhang Nian compromised and threw the ancient book to Jin Wuming.

Jin Wuming reached out to take it, glanced at it, and put it in his arms after confirming that it was correct.

Click! There was a sound of broken bones.

Zhang Jiao slowly slipped weakly from Jin Wuming's palm and fell to the ground.

Looking at Zhang Jiao who was lying on the ground without making a sound, Zhang Nian's eyes were covered with blood red.

"You demons, die for me."

Zhang Nian let out an angry roar, and swung out the cigarette pouch in his hand in an instant, cutting out the cigarette pouch in Zhang Nian's hands with boundless murderous intent.

hum! ! !

A cold light rose, and Zhang Nian's pipe broke instantly.

Just when the pipe broke, suddenly, a cold light appeared, and a delicate dagger suddenly appeared in Zhang Nian's hand. As soon as the dagger appeared, it instantly stabbed at Jin Wuming.

Under the mask, Jin Wuming frowned slightly, tapped his toes, and retreated quickly.

Fengshen legs are now popular among Shen Lang's subordinates, and anyone who is willing to learn them can basically learn them.

Of course, Ximen Chuuxue and the others just took a look at it and integrated it into their body skills. People who have reached their level only have Tao in their eyes, and martial arts are useless to them.

Shen Lang's subordinates do not have people from the Immortal Martial Realm, so they can only rely on their own groping. No one knows what the road ahead is like.

I just got off work and coded a chapter for everyone.