The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

Yang Shouwen was anxious and ran along the long street.

I am really a pig! How could Murong Xuanjun only arrange Lu Yongcheng this line? According to Lu Ang, he Murong Xuanjun is easy to plan and act. Without a complete plan, he would never start a war easily, let alone attack casually.

So, there must be traitors in the city!

Yang Shouwen had even guessed the origin of the spy, but it was too late.

How could the city be so easy to get out of water? It must be the spies who were secretly cooperating. Behind him, there were shouts of killings coming from the city gate tower, which further confirmed his guess. This also made Yang Shouwen feel more anxious...

In the thick fog, three men in black suddenly rushed out.

When they saw Yang Shouwen, they were stunned at first, and came forward without saying a word.

When Yang Shouwen saw the other party’s dress, he knew it was not good.

Gai Laojun said that the people patrolling the streets in the city are Kuaishou and Zaoli under Guan Hu. What kind of dress would Zaoli be like? How could Yang Shouwen not know? These three people were wearing night clothes and covered with faces, and they were obviously not good people.

As soon as he flipped his wrist, an iron ball flew out of his hands.

Yang Shouwen kept his feet, and his body was shorter, and his big gun poked out.

The leader did not expect that Yang Shouwen would be so fierce when he took action. In addition, with the iron ball flying, he quickly dodged and dodged. But the moment he misstepped, the big gun had already reached a close approach. Puff, the gun blade penetrated into his chest, and the man in black screamed. Before he could fall to the ground, Yang Shouwen had already pulled out the big gun, and suddenly turned his body, pulled out a dagger from his waist, suddenly grew up, clapped his hands and penetrated the dagger into the face of the second man in black, and then passed by.

The third man in black was still confused. Yang Shouwen had already arrived in front of him.

"Cangxiong is close to her body!"

Yang Shouwen made a mistake in his foot, turned around and crashed into the other person's arms.

This Cangxiong is close to the body, which is the eight ultimate moves inherited by the Yang family. It is extremely fierce and can break the stone tablet when it is practiced to the extreme.

After all, the man in black was hit by Yang Shouwen and flew up in the air and threw it out four or five meters away.

The sternum was broken and the internal organs were shattered.

After he fell to the ground, he spitted out a stream of black blood, even with shattered internal organs.

Yang Shouwen didn't even look at it, and passed by him.

At this time, Gai Jiaxing and Gai Jiayun brothers also caught up with him. When they saw three corpses on the ground, they were stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly: "Look at their outfits clearly. As long as they are dressed the same, they will kill them without any consequences."

"Here!"

A group of ruffians shouted in unison, and the sound echoed in the night sky.

Yang Shouwen didn't wait for Gai Jiaxing to catch up with her, and she seemed to be windy under her feet, and soon arrived at the gate of Fanrenli.

The door of the fang was opened, and two corpses were undulating at the door, and blood flowed out from under them, soaking the land in front of the fang gate.

Look at the outfit. It’s Kuaishou!

The ominous feeling in Yang Shouwen's heart became stronger and stronger, and he didn't even have time to check the situation of the two Kuaishou. He jumped into the shop gate.

Fanrenli has become a sea of ​​fire.

Many houses were swallowed by flames, and cries came one after another.

Yang Shouwen killed more than ten men in black along the way before rushing outside the Yang Mansion.

The gate of Yang Mansion was opened, and Lao Hu fell into a pool of blood and died. Wow. Bodhi's violent roar came from the mansion. Yang Shouwen did not dare to delay any longer, so he rushed into Yang Mansion.

"Shizi, go to the back."

In the front yard of Yang Mansion, more than a dozen men in black were besieging Guan Hu.

In the yard, there were a few corpses standing upside down, all in a quick-selling outfit.

Guan Hu was covered in blood, like a crazy tiger, with a ghost-headed sword flying in his hand, blocking the men in black firmly.

And enemies?

Yang Shouwen's head buzzed, and he rushed into the courtyard with his gun.

Yang fell on the porch, with blood flowing under his body. Song was holding Yang Qingnu and retreating into the house under the protection of two men. In the fire, Yang Shouwen recognized the two men covered in wounds at a glance, one of whom was Song Sanlang. The other looked like she was not old last year, probably about the same as Yang Shouwen, and she was just seventeen or eighteen.

He held a Tang sword in his hand, and he ignored his own safety and tried his best to stop a man in black.

After Yang Shouwen rushed into the courtyard, he roared and threw the big gun out of his hand. The tiger swallowed him like a thunderbolt, nailing the man in black to the pillars.

"Aunt!"

Yang Shouwen shouted loudly, dodging the attack of another man in black.

"The three Yingmen are ignored, and the overlord is forced to break the reins."

Papa, a series of crisp striking sounds sounded, and Yang Shouwen used his palms to fly, and in an instant he hit the other party more than ten palms. The man in black took seven or eight steps, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground.

"My mother!"

At this moment, the door opened.

The young lady ran out crying and ran out.

She heard Yang Shouwen's voice, so she ran out desperately.

Yang Shouwen turned around and was about to step forward, but he didn't know that a man in black ran in from the front yard. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned at first, and then raised his hand and shot out a golden light. Yang Shouwen was caught off guard, and groaned, and was hit by the golden light.

At this time, Guan Hu, Gai Jiaxing and others rushed in from outside.

Seeing that something was wrong, the man in black picked up the young lady in front of him, threw out a green rope that was 18 feet long in his hand, and slapped on the branches that were exploring into the courtyard. His body rose into the air, fell lightly on the tree, and then jumped away.

"Brother Sitzi!"

The young lady's shrill cry echoed in the air.

Yang Shouwen's eyes turned red and he shouted: "Young Mother!"

He wanted to catch up, but after only two steps, his feet were soft and he fell to the ground.

"Brother Sitzi save me!"

"Young mother!"

Yang Shouwen gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up, but he found that his legs could not exert any strength. On his legs, there were several golden needles about ten centimeters long, thicker than the needle, and about two millimeters in diameter. The needle seemed to have exquisite patterns carved on it. After Yang Shouwen pulled it down, a stream of blood immediately gushed out.

"Uncle Guan, go and save young lady!"

Yang Shouwen roared, and Guan Hu passed over the wall without saying a word.

The crying of childhood became farther and farther away, and it became very blurry. Outside, there was a thick fog, and it was even more impossible to see the whereabouts of the man in black.

"Yizi, are you okay?"

Song didn't care about Qingnu who was crying in his arms, so he rushed to Yang Shouwen.

Yang Shouwen felt that his legs seemed to be losing consciousness. But he didn't care about this and pointed at Aunt Yang and said, "My mother, save my aunt. I have the best Jinchuang medicine in my room, save her quickly."

"San brother, come and support Yizi."

Song turned his head and shouted at Song Sanlang, then rushed into Yang Shouwen's room.

At this time, Yang Shouwen saw that there was a body lying upside down under the porch, which was Bodhi.

"Bodhi!"

He struggled to get over, but his legs couldn't use any strength. The boy following Song Sanlang came over and helped him to the porch.

Bodhi's legs were broken, and there was a clearly visible blade on his stomach, and blood had soaked its hair.

Seeing Yang Shouwen, a hint of joy appeared in Bodhi's cold eyes. It whined twice, trying hard to raise its head, but failed. Yang Shouwen hurriedly hugged its head, Bodhi stuck out his tongue and licked his face.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

It seems to want to speak, but it cannot be expressed in words.

Four puppies with different fur colors ran out of the young lady's room.

They looked helplessly on the porch, as if they were looking for a young lady. However, they soon discovered Bodhi and hurriedly ran over happily.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Bodhi let out another whimper.

This time, Yang Shouwen understood!

"Don't be afraid of Bodhi, you won't have any trouble..."

Bodhi licked Yang Shouwen's hand again, and his eyes fell on the four puppies of Wukong.

"I understand, I understand... I will take good care of Wukong and the others... Bodhi, don't leave, I will take you to save the young lady."

But Bodhi did not respond to Yang Shouwen's call, but put his head in Yang Shouwen's arms and slowly closed his eyes.

Yang Shouwen's head was blank.

Suddenly, he raised his head and shouted to the sky.

"ah!"

He felt a sense of anger in his heart, a feeling of depression that he wanted to vent but could not vent.

Why is this happening? Why does it become like this... Why can't even protect the people closest to me?

Who is it? Who is behind the scenes manipulating it, and who is causing all this?
Chapter completed!