Beiyin Great Sage

The inner hall is also divided into inside and outside.

Here, the warehouse is managed, the goods are counted, and this is where Zhou Jia takes the Lei Yuan Stone.

In addition, distributing supplies and coordinating various departments are also the areas where we have the most contact with other church officials.

There are many external objects, so naturally many offices have been set up. Among them, the place where the deacon sits is called the outer office deacon's office.

They are only responsible for coordinating the distribution of materials, and the role of a single deacon does not need to be large.

Fatty Han's location was two large treehouses connected together, not near the gang's headquarters, but close to the edge of the outer city.

The blood moon is in the sky.

The rain curtain looked a little cold.

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

"Crash..."

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

"stop!"

The two people leaning in front of the door stretched out their hands to stop them, looking at the visitor who was covered in rain, with a slight disgust in their eyes, and their tone was not so polite:

"For what?"

"I'm looking for Fat Han... Deacon Han." Zhou Jia raised his eyes. The dense raindrops made his vision a little blurry and his voice was a little erratic:

"He asked me to come over."

"Over there at the mine?"

"yes!"

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

"Leave the weapons behind!"

Zhou Jia hesitated for a moment, glanced around, then slowly took off the weapon, placed it at the door, and stepped into the deacon's office with wet rain.

"That's what happens!"

"Go down!"

In the back room, Fatty Han handed his subordinate a letter. He just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhou Jia pushing the door open and entering, and he couldn't help but feel happy on his face.

"Brother Zhou, you are here."

"sit!"

"sit!"

He stood up and greeted them warmly. At the same time, he picked up the steaming kettle on the side, filled the two of them with hot tea and brought it to them.

"I haven't seen you for a while. I've been too busy during this period. How is brother Zhou doing lately?"

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

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

After not seeing him for a while, Fatty Han's belly has become slightly slimmer, his body has become stronger, and his brows have the air of a superior.

The thick armor on his body makes him even more heroic.

"Yeah." Zhou Jia nodded:

"What do you want from me?"

"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?" Fatty Han laughed and picked up the teacup:

"Come, drink tea!"

"There are no tea trees here. Wei Tou planted one himself. I spent a lot of effort to get two taels from him."

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

"Is something wrong?"

His voice was indifferent, and his wet hair covering his cheeks made Fatty Han freeze, and the smile on his face slowly faded away.

a long time.

"Why!"

Fatty Han sighed softly, picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, not only his cup, but also the other cup placed in front of Zhou Jia.

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

"Have you offended Master Cheng?"

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

"It looks like it is."

"What does it look like?" Fatty Han was speechless and said directly:

"Master Cheng likes male sex. He has a male favorite named Liu Ciying who is deeply loved by him. Liu Ciying has a brother who was killed."

"I heard it was you who did it."

He looked at Zhou Jia with questioning eyes.

"Really?" Zhou Jia was noncommittal.

He killed a lot of people, but not many knew their identity. It was impossible to ask the person's identity every time before killing someone.

"Ah……"

Fatty Han shook his head:

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

After a pause, he continued:

"After all, Liu Ciying belongs to Master Cheng. He will definitely ask for an explanation when he opens his mouth. Have you ever thought about what to do next?"

Zhou Jia raised his head, looked at Fatty Han, and said in an indifferent voice:

"late."

"What's so late?" Fatty Han was stunned, then jumped to his feet and said:

"you will not……"

"How is Liu Ciying?"

"died."

"..."

There was silence.

Zhou Jia stood up slowly and spoke quietly:

"Why do you have to pretend to be confused? Someone will go to the mine tonight. You should have known about it a long time ago, otherwise your people wouldn't show up by such a coincidence."

Fatty Han twitched the corner of his mouth and suddenly sighed:

"Really dead?"

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

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

"All dead."

Fatty Han stood 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 fight with me?"

"Headmaster Wei ordered me to watch Zhao Fu take action and not to interfere. I can help you collect the body afterwards, which is considered as a sign of friendship." Fatty Han said:

"But you didn't die and you killed them. How can I handle this?"

"Yes." Zhou Jia sneered:

"Killing me will give Master Cheng an explanation."

Fatty Han's eyes flashed, his voice suddenly dropped, and he said:

"Zhao Gang is dead!"

"Huh?" Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows:

"When did this happen?"

"Not long ago." Fatty Han said:

"The alliance between several companies did not go so smoothly. There were inevitably some contradictions and conflicts during the period. During a certain conflict, Zhao Gang was rushed to the front..."

It is self-evident what the consequences of getting close to an archer will be.

Fatty Han continued to speak in a complicated voice:

"Lü Rong came to see me."

Zhou Jia frowned.

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

"I received news some time ago that the team led by Lu Rong and Chen Hui encountered a wave of beasts. I'm afraid... something unexpected has happened."

Zhou Jia was silent.

He knew that the two women's trip was very dangerous, but he didn't expect that bad news would come out so soon.

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

"He's dying too."

"He accepted Wang Baolin as his disciple, and promised to leave his inheritance and residence in the inner city to Wang Baolin after his death. The requirement was to observe mourning for him for three years, and not to have anything to do with the Fish and Dragon Society in the future."

Finally, he explained:

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

"Ah!"

Fatty Han chuckled softly, his eyes were in a trance, and his voice was confused:

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

outside the house.

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

"Let's go!"

Fatty Han waved:

"Yesterday, a team left Huojiabao and headed for Hongze Territory. There were several ninth-grade masters in it. We 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 again."

"snort!"

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

"Fatty Han, I know you are unreliable!"

"You just deliberately made trouble for us and drove us away, just to let him go?"

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

The two of them were talking to each other, but it was as if they were talking together. There was no pause between words. They stared at Fatty Han and said:

"Do you know that everyone knows that you are a member of Deacon Wei, and so does he? If you let Zhou go, who will Master Cheng vent to?"

"It's okay if you want to die, just don't hurt us!"

Fatty Han's face turned pale.

Zhou Jia tilted his head and asked:

"who are they?"

"We are the twin soul boys of the Luke family." Someone said.

"He is also the one who wants your life." Another person said.

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

"Or should we send you on your way?"

"Twin soul boys?" Zhou Jia nodded:

"I see."

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

His hands suddenly clasped together.

"Peng!"

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

Zhou Jia let go.

"Plop!"

Two bodies collapsed to the ground.

"You..." Fatty Han was stunned:

"Did you kill them?"

He knew very well the strength of the twin soul boys Luke, a templar warrior with extraordinary talents, who knew the magic of Fein's world and the martial arts of the Dalin Dynasty.

It is not difficult for the two of them to join forces and kill the seventh grade.

now.

Was he killed by Zhou Jia so easily?

The scene in front of him made Fatty Han's eyes blurred, and he almost suspected that he was hallucinating.

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

"Deacon Wei, is it time for you to come out too?"

"Why!"

Behind the screen, a figure swayed, and suddenly appeared at the door, blocking Zhou Jia's retreat, and shook his head gently towards the two of them:

"Unexpected!"

Deacon Wei’s audio recording expressed emotion:

"I always thought, Fatty Han, that you were someone who would do great things. I didn't expect you to be so naive. I've told you a long time ago that in order to achieve great things, a woman's kindness is necessary."

"What's even more surprising to me..."

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, but you are already at the seventh level, and what you have learned is so solid."

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

"Luck." Zhou Jia raised his eyes:

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

"Humph!" Wei Zhixing's eyes narrowed:

"I never believe in so-called luck. You are indeed hiding deep, but now you have no weapons in your hands. How can you fight me with your bare hands?"

He shook the spear in his hand.

"Peng!"

The energy surged like a roaring wind.

"Eighth grade!"

Zhou Jia's eyes flashed:

"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 where he is today, thanks to the support of the third elder. But I'm more curious about what happened to you. Don't tell me it was luck."

"Tell me the secret of why your strength has improved so quickly, and I will consider letting you go!"

"Heh..." Zhou Jia chuckled:

"Deacon Wei, are you that naive too?"

"It doesn't matter." Wei Zhixing's eyes narrowed:

"If I take you down, I can torture you out."

"Buzz..."

Before he finished speaking, the spear in his palm had already lit up the sky with cold light, moving towards Zhou Jia's position.

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

Just like himself.

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

Without a shield and axe, how strong can Zhou Jia be by relying solely on his own strength?

Wei Zhixing never believed that someone could perfect his martial arts skills in addition to practicing weapons in just two years.

"drink!"

Amidst the low shouts, the sky filled with gun flowers suddenly condensed, and countless afterimages gathered together. There seemed to be nothing in the void, only the shadow of a gun.

"Bah..."

The air was also hit by the extreme speed, creating shock waves visible to the naked eye.

Flying dragon seizes!

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

Violence!

Deadly sword!

"boom!"

"Uh-huh!"

A cold light flashed around his waist, and the two of them passed each other.

There was only a slight sound of the collision of gold and iron. Fatty Han couldn't see what exactly happened, no matter how hard he tried.

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

"Twenty years..."

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

"My wife and children..."

"Don't worry." Zhou Jia turned around and said in an indifferent voice:

"Not that much."

"Thanks……"

Wei Zhixing's face was filled with relief, his head tilted slightly, and it rolled down from 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 serious, as if he was really considering this matter.

"Maybe." Fatty Han said:

"Kneel down and beg her. Considering your strength, there is a one-tenth chance that everything will be fine, but you seem to have offended other people."

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

"The Qian family has been looking for a swordsman master and said they wanted to 'thank you'."

"yes!"

Zhou Jia raised his head and looked at the sky:

"Where is Cheng Ping now?"

"Bliss Building!"

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