Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 427 Clearing the Inner Ghost, Palming the Dark Line ([-])
As time passed by every minute and every second, Su Yibai was restless, walking around the hall.

Suddenly there was a loud noise from outside, Bingci broke in with the wind, and immediately held him hostage, with indifferent eyes, he asked coldly: "Where is Han Wu?"

Things happened so fast and suddenly that Su Yibai couldn't react at all.

It was Grandpa Ninth who pointed at a place tremblingly, and Bing Ci let him go.

By the time Su Yibai came back to his senses, Bing Ci had long since disappeared.

"Cough cough cough... he also went in?"

"Yes, young master, it was really dangerous just now," Grandpa Ninth was still in shock.

"You dare to pinch my neck? I will let you come and go, Grandpa Ninth," Su Yibai gasped heavily, wanting to cry because of his grievance.

"Grandpa Jiu, when will we leave here? I don't want to guard this dilapidated house for the rest of my life. Over the years, anyone who comes here can threaten me, and anyone can beat me. I can't take it anymore."

After all, Hua Yibai was still a child. Three years ago, if it wasn't for Han Wu who broke in and injured the dark messenger who guarded the dark line, it left a psychological shadow that could not be cured for the rest of his life.

The Tang family really couldn't find anyone, so they made an exception and asked a man with a foreign surname to guard them.

Just an unfavored young master of the Su family.

And Grandpa Nine has been sticking here, just waiting for the next person who can be in charge of the dark thread organization.

Not everyone can take on the role of this person. Back then, the ancestors only had a crush on the Han family. Unfortunately, this child's temperament was unstable and he was not good enough to take on this great responsibility.

Grandpa Jiu couldn't help sighing, perhaps, this was God's will.

"Grandpa Ninth, if one of Han Wu or that person can come out, let's hand over the secret thread! You have guarded for most of your life, and for the rest of the time, I will take you to see the outside world."

"Yeah, okay, as long as you don't dislike me, young master, I always move slowly."

"Don't dislike it," Su Yibai hugged his neck, full of childishness.

During the time of guarding the old house, the two depended on each other for life. Although the life was miserable and boring, there was no intrigue of the rich and powerful compound, no malicious eyes of the world, and no all kinds of unbearable humanity and appearance.

Han Wu has been in for a long time, and everyone he meets is like a long-hungry beast. When he sees a person, he will pounce on him, and his actions are fierce, as if he wants to tear him to pieces.

Vicious and vicious are not enough to describe their cruelty and ferocity.

Bingci kept walking to the depths, and he could see the fighting scene from the marks on the wall, wooden stakes, and the ground, as if he was there.

Han Wu was thrown out and hit the wall, falling straight down, his clothes had been torn into pieces, with wounds of all sizes and blood continuously flowing.

The mouth is filled with the smell of blood, and in the air, this smell stimulates the villain in front of him.

The skin was so thick, he spat out a mouthful of blood, picked up the fragments on the ground, and lifted them up the wall to the villain. The legs of the scissors clamped his neck, turned hard, and dragged him down.

Han Wu took advantage of the trend, and the fragments slid across his neck.

Blood gushed out continuously, and the villain tightly clutched his neck.

Han Wu took a cold look and left, not knowing what would happen next.

But now there is no way out.

This is the dark thread organization established by Mr. Tang. It is not simply a collection of information for people, but a force that can cover the entire Western Capital Continent.

Here, the eyes of the world are hidden.

(End of this chapter)