Chapter 430: The underworld is dispatched, and Mr. Lu is furious

Two days later, on a long night, the autumn wind was bleak, with a bit of murderous atmosphere.

Jiangbei is a little colder than Jiangnan. Even though it is not yet early winter, there is already a bit of bone-chilling cold in the autumn night.

"Swish!"

A fierce sound rang out, and Nie Zheng's figure appeared like a ghost in a manor outside Changyan City. His lonely figure stood on the top of the wall. Looking around, the lights were bright and many patrolling servants were wandering around.

"It should be here?"

Nie Zheng muttered, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. With a flick of his figure, he lightly crossed the high wall and shuttled through the huge manor.

He moved among the shadows, and the whole person completely blended with the night. Even the sound of his body moving was integrated into the wind.

"Keng!"

A sword light flashed, and two strong men guarding the hall fell directly. Nie Zheng kicked them aside with his foot, and looked at the dark hall.

"Swoosh!"

A barrage of arrows suddenly shot out from the hall. A cold light flashed in Nie Zheng's eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, swung his sword to shoot down the arrows that shot out, and then he entered the hall.

"Boom!"

Candles lit up, and dozens of black-clothed people were already standing in the hall, neatly arranged in the hall, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

"The master of the family is really as good as a god!"

"Your Excellency, I have been waiting for a long time."

Nie Zheng just glanced at him lightly, with a disdainful smile on his lips, and stepped lightly. In the horrified eyes of the black-clothed people, the whole person almost turned into a residual image, and sword lights flashed, and blood mist filled the hall.

"Plop!"

With a series of muffled sounds, nearly thirty figures in the hall fell to the ground one after another, and all the black-clothed people looked horrified.

"What a superb killing skill!"

"What a killing sword! I didn't expect that King Yong had such a master in his hands."

"Sir, stop it!"

Behind the crowd, a black-clothed man who had not made a move suddenly rushed to Nie Zheng's front, and stabbed Nie Zheng's vitals with a short dagger in his hand.

"Don't overestimate your ability."

Under his horrified eyes, he saw Nie Zheng's figure gradually become illusory. When he appeared again, he had appeared behind this person. With a long sword, a sword mark fell on his neck.

"You... hide your strength..."

More than 30 black-clothed men in the hall were directly knocked to the ground by Nie Zheng's sword, and he found the entrance to the dungeon with ease.

In the dark passage, several candles were lit on both sides, and a slender figure could be vaguely seen with his limbs and neck nailed to the wall. The whole person was disheveled, and the clothes on his body could hardly cover his body.

Eye-catching and hideous bloodstains were all over his body, and there were all kinds of torture instruments and burning iron furnaces around him, as well as two executioners who were about to execute him.

"Who... who are you?"

Seeing the two black-clad men who suddenly rushed in, the executioners who were about to execute him suddenly changed their expressions, but Nie Zheng did not say any more nonsense. With a wave of his long sword, the two men's limbs were directly cut off.

"Shut up!"

Under the raging sword light, the two executioners instantly had dense sword marks on their bodies, but these sword marks were only skin injuries and were not fatal. All the meridians in their bodies were cut off, and the two men fell to the ground, letting the blood flow, but there was no way to stop them.

The shrill screams resounded throughout the dungeon, but Nie Zheng turned a deaf ear to them, looked at Jiang Lin, raised his foot forward, and with a chop of his palm, he directly knocked the commander who was about to speak unconscious.

...

Lu's mansion.

As one of the four great families of Dayu, the Lu family is much more prominent than the Hu family, which was born from horse bandits in the north. They were already local tyrants before Dayu founded the country, and even had the opportunity to conquer the world.

However, due to an accident, the Lu family missed the opportunity and eventually turned to the Ning family, which had already won half of the country.

Since then, they have been granted the title of hereditary marquis and have inherited the title from generation to generation!

Therefore, the Lu family's house is naturally not small, and the population is more than a thousand.

The night enveloped the tired people, the blue bricks on the street, the tiles on the eaves, and even the leaves swaying in the wind.

Under the cover of the night, a group of people flew through the city and ran between the eaves, but did not make any sound, just like riding the wind.

"Stop!"

The leading black-clothed figure slowly floated down, his eyes looked at the house in front of him, and said calmly: "There must be a master in the Lu family, so this is a great test for you."

"After lying dormant for so long, this is the first time that my underworld has gone all out."

"Complete the task at all costs."

Zhuan Zhu did not wear a face mask, and his eyes looked around. The Ten Kings of Hell, the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced, the Black and White Impermanence, the Day and Night Wandering God, Meng Po, etc., all the high-level officials of the underworld came out, and each of them had an extremely restrained aura.

"Action!"

As soon as the voice fell, the dozens of people in front of him actually merged directly into the darkness. When they appeared again, they had already quietly arrived at the Lu Mansion.

After a while, a black shadow appeared, holding a sleeping figure in his hand, and threw it in front of Zhuan Zhu like a dead pig, and then turned into the Lu Mansion again.

After another moment, three or four figures kidnapped several naked figures and threw them on the ground.

As time passed, more and more figures appeared in front of Zhuan Zhu. Within a stick of incense, the group of people in black had already brought out seventy or eighty figures from Lu Mansion one after another.

"Retreat!"

Accompanied by Zhuan Zhu's order, each of them picked up two figures and fled directly into the distance.

...

It was dawn.

For the Lu family, this was destined to be an extraordinary day, and the entire Lu Mansion was also in a sensation.

"Marquis... Marquis!"

"Something happened, the eldest young master is missing."

As soon as Lu Wenhan stood up, he saw the old housekeeper hurriedly running to him and spoke with a panicked look on his face.

"What are you panicking about!"

"Send someone to look for him. He's such a big man, how could he be lost!"

As soon as Lu Wenhan finished speaking, another figure rushed in from outside the mansion, hugging Lu Wenhan's thigh with tears and snot: "Master, San'er disappeared last night."

"What did you say?"

Lu Wenhan's face changed slightly, and he was about to ask carefully, only to see another woman running up in a hurry: "Marquis, the fourth young master disappeared last night..."

"Asshole!"

Lu Wenhan's face suddenly turned cold, staring at the maid: "What's going on?"

"Reply... to the master, the fourth young master said last night that he was going to pay his respects to the third lady... and then... he never came back!"

"Wait!" Lu Wenhan's eyes suddenly widened: "The fourth young master went to pay his respects to the third lady in the middle of the night?"

"Ahem!"

The old housekeeper seemed to be choked, and the next moment, Lu Wenhan also reacted, his face was ashen, and he kicked the maid to the ground with one foot: "Rebellious son, this evil creature!"

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