The defense of the Jumu Duke Mansion is indeed very powerful, but it still cannot stop Zhao Sicheng from scanning the mental power. Zhao Sicheng was a little surprised. He actually found 8 holy-level powerhouses in the Jumu Duke Mansion.

Chris said that the Jumu Duke family has at least four Saint-level powerhouses. It seems that Chris is still saying half of it, and the Jumu Duke family still has hidden strength.

Since he set a goal and wanted to kill someone, Zhao Sicheng took action directly. It is not Zhao Sicheng's style to drag it out.

Zhao Sicheng easily teleported to Mrs. Heda's room, a guard of a level 8 swordsman was untiing his clothes for Mrs. Heda.

This level 8 guard is very handsome, looking less than 30 years old, about 1.83 meters tall, short golden hair, dark brown eyes, high nose bridge, and white face. Zhao Sicheng secretly commented: "I didn't expect that Mrs. Heda, a disgusting woman, also likes a little white face."

In order to have an affair with this little white-faced guard, Mrs. Heda sent away all the maids and thoughtfully set up a soundproof magic barrier, which saved Zhao Sicheng some effort.

Mrs. Heda was waiting for the little white-faced guard to enter her body, but she was not able to see any movement of the little white-faced guard. Mrs. Heda secretly scolded the little white-faced guard for being a silver gun wax head, which was not useful. Mrs. Heda shouted excitedly, "Darling, why don't you come here quickly?"

The little white-faced guard did not answer Mrs. Heda's words, but fell straight on Mrs. Heda's bare-headed **.

All Mrs. Heda's mind just now was immersed in the excitement of having an affair with the little white-faced guard.

Now Mrs. Heda suddenly realized that something was wrong. Mrs. Heda raised her head and saw a hateful little face. It was Zhao Sicheng who had just knocked the little white-faced guard faint.

Mrs. Heda was indeed extremely shameless. She was not shy when Zhao Sicheng looked over. However, it was also possible that Mrs. Heda was too angry and pointed at Zhao Sicheng and said, "How did you enter, a little bastard?"

Mrs. Heda immediately thought, "No, this is the Duke Jumu Mansion. How did this little bastard come in?"

Zhao Sicheng hated the shameless Mrs. Heda, and did not answer Mrs. Heda's words at all. He directly stretched out his small right hand and grabbed Mrs. Heda.

Mrs. Heda is a level 6 swordsman, and she poured all the wind-type fighting spirit into the body of the little white-faced guard.

With a "bang", the little white-faced guard became a human bomb and exploded in front of Zhao Sicheng. Since Mrs. Heda and the little white-faced guard had affair, Mrs. Heda did not intend to let the little white-faced guard live again.

This little white-faced guard directly became Mrs. Heda's weapon against Zhao Sicheng. Taking advantage of the chance that the little white-faced guard would explode, Mrs. Heda took out his weapon from the space ring.

With a "double" sound, the slender black sword fell directly to the ground. Mrs. Heda looked at Zhao Sicheng with fear in her eyes. Mrs. Heda did not see clearly how Zhao Sicheng took action until she died.

Zhao Sicheng pinched Mrs. Heda's neck and threw Mrs. Heda aside.

Mrs. Heda's human bomb did not play any role in Zhao Sicheng at all.

Zhao Sicheng did not use the demonic power. He turned his right hand slightly and dodged the human bomb and continued to grab Mrs. Heda. Mrs. Heda did not see Zhao Sicheng moving, and Zhao Sicheng had already crushed Mrs. Heda's throat.

Zhao Sicheng shook his head, not very satisfied with his attack, and it took three seconds to kill a level 6 swordsman.

However, Mrs. Heda's soul cannot be wasted. Zhao Sicheng received all the souls of Mrs. Heda and the little white-faced guards into the Wangui Fan.

"Oh!" Zhao Sicheng sighed. At this speed, he didn't know that ten thousand ghosts could only raise the heavenly ghosts in the year of the monkey and horses in the month.

Zhao Sicheng immediately thought: "It is not entirely unhelpful to go to war with the orcs. It just so happened that Buda brought the Wan Ghost Fan to collect some war souls on the battlefield."

War souls are good things. First of all, the war souls are all the souls of warriors. The soul quality is inherently higher than that of ordinary people. Secondly, the soul of the war soul has the aura of killing. The heavenly ghosts cultivated will have higher combat power than the heavenly ghosts cultivated by ordinary people’s souls.

Finally, the war soul is the product of the war between the two armies. The war soul is neither right nor wrong and does not involve cause and effect. This is the main reason why Zhao Sicheng values ​​war souls.

To put it bluntly, using the battle soul to nourish the heavenly ghosts will not lose Zhao Sicheng's merits.

Zhao Sicheng also needs to think carefully about collecting war souls. Zhao Sicheng always feels that the bear is not big, and that female bear is a little bit successful and not enough to make a mistake.

When Zhao Sicheng was just scanning with his mental power, he found a man wearing duke's clothes. It should be Duke Jumu. Zhao Sicheng glanced at the sky. Duke Jumu didn't sleep so late, so he was really dedicated.

Zhao Sicheng teleported directly outside Duke Jumu's study room, and then hid in the space outside the study room.

Zhao Sicheng gathered the energy of the Dayan Star Rate into his eyes and saw the man in duke's clothes, his face full of black air.

"Very good! I have lost my merits, as expected by me. If a person like Duke Jumu still has merit, that would be unreasonable." Zhao Sicheng thought.

However, this Duke Jumu is indeed a negative merit, but the black air is only on the face, and there is no black air soaring into the sky. It seems to be a little better than I imagined.

Just like the masters in the Buddha world, the ordinary halo of merit is just suspended behind the mind, and the true Buddhas have all the merits.

The same is true for the lack of merit. The ones that are not bad are concentrated on the face. Only those who are truly unforgivable will have a black aura.

However, since this Duke Jumu provoked Zhao Sicheng, even if he was a good deed, as long as he was not a good deed, Zhao Sicheng would kill Duke Jumu even if he lost some of his merits.

Duke Jumu has the strength of a level 8 magician. He looks only in his early forties, about 1.78 meters tall, and is wearing a crimson duke costume.

Zhao Sicheng really couldn't understand that these nobles were so late, and they had to wear so formally at home, but Zhao Sicheng didn't notice that he was still wearing a small black dress himself.

Duke Jumu has a fiery red middle hair, and his hair is neatly maintained without any mess. It seems that Duke Jumu is really a person who pays attention to appearance. He has green eyes, a high nose bridge, and a curved mustache on his mouth.

There are two holy-level guardians around Duke Jumu, one is the holy-level sword saint, and the other is actually a holy-level thief. When Zhao Sicheng saw this holy-level thief, he couldn't help but think of the killer's "shadow".

Attached today's victory:

Lunar calendar: November 10th day (Guisi) (Clashing with pigs)

Good and bad luck today: bad luck (the moon breaks bad day)

Today's auspicious time: Zi, Chen, Shen, Xu

Today's bad time: Si, Wei, You, Hai

Twenty-Eight Constellations: Subaru

It is suitable for: opening the market, shipping, burying, breaking the ground

Taboo: Marry, sacrifice

Finally, Xiao Shi begged: "Please click, recommend, and collect."
Chapter completed!