Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 172
"Brother, when can my mother come home? My father and I are all looking for her to go crazy."

The little boy, about five or six years old, with braids that towered to the sky, stared at Wei Zheng expectantly with his big, flickering eyes.

"Brother, I still want to eat."

Next to the little boy, a little girl who was no more than three years old tugged on the corner of the boy's clothes and spoke in a low voice.

The girl has a sallow face and thin muscles, and the yellow hair on the top of her head is like the withering weeds in autumn.

However, regardless of her malnourished appearance, her round face looks very cute.

"Be careful, you glutton." The boy pouted, looking a little dissatisfied, but he still picked up the iron spoon and pushed the remaining wontons into his sister's bowl.

"Brother is so nice!"

The younger sister smiled happily and carefully took a bite of the wonton, leaving a shallow tooth mark on the wonton the size of a bottle cap.

"Brother is so kind."

"That's natural!" The brother who received the praise raised his head and looked proud. "Does it smell good?"

"Smells! I really like it. There are prawns, chicken cakes, meat, and..."

"Chichi..." The elder brother was amused by his sister's words. "What prawns? Those are shrimps! You want to eat prawns? Tomorrow, brother, I will go to the river to catch shrimps!"

"Okay, okay! Brother is so awesome."

"Your mother, how long have you been away from you?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wei Zheng felt a little sad, but there was still a smile on his lips.

"I forgot too. It's been a long time." My sister clapped her fingers. She had no concept of time.

"Three months!" My brother said very confidently.

"Your mother, she is in the house right now. After you finish eating, I will take you to see her, okay?"

"Okay!!!" The two little guys said in unison. The elder brother seemed to be anxious. He picked up the spoon himself and kept blowing the wontons in the spoon to his younger sister.

"Eat quickly. Eat quickly and go see your mother."

In the house, this woman, who was sallow and thin, finally saw her two children, tears rolling down her yellow cheeks.

She kept stroking her eldest son's back, her motherly eyes full of reluctance.

Wei Zheng did not stay long, but turned and left.

After Wei Zheng left, the almost withered woman sounded commanding.

"Go and kowtow to your uncle a few times."

The two little ones listened to their mother's words and immediately kowtowed in the direction Wei Zheng was leaving.

The woman forced herself to sit up, and her hands as dry as chicken feet gently touched the snow-white silver beside the bed.

Next to the silver is a small oil paper bag folded into a triangle.

She had reached an agreement with Wei Zheng a long time ago. The cat demon had been planted in her body and could not be taken out. It would only gradually absorb the nutrients in her body until it burst out of her belly.

According to common sense, he should be killed on the spot to prevent the cat demon from being born.

But Mr. Wei was kind-hearted and gave himself time to spend time with his children.

Inside the oil paper bag is a specially prepared poison. If you take it, the cat demon will definitely be poisoned to death.

But as its host, how could he possibly escape the toxicity of the medicine package?

Mr. Wei gave himself a month. When the cat ghost was about to come out, he could take the poison and kill the cat ghost together with it.

This is impossible.

For her, this is the best ending.
There is still a month to go.
The night after returning home, the woman began to sew clothes for the two children under the care of her husband.

From the age of five until the age of 16.
Wei Zheng went out and did not go home. Instead, he returned to the small courtyard where the interrogation was held. "Bury him alive!" Wei Zheng's order could not be questioned or refused.

Soon, the men from the Qingsha Gang dug a hole and pushed the crazy Li Xingye into it.

In an extremely hidden stronghold in the outer city, Cheng Sheng's figure appeared in a silent stone house.

On the side, the new altar leader in red was speaking respectfully to Cheng Sheng with a low voice.

"Master Cheng, five more strongholds have been taken out, and more than a dozen cat ghosts have been eliminated. Together with them, there are also four corpse puppets in the blood coagulation realm."

"Oh." Cheng Sheng just nodded quietly, a trace of crazy murderous intent slowly emerging in those sickly eyes.

"It seems that those beasts in the inner city are determined to have a chance with us. But do they have the strength?"

Cheng Sheng's lips curved into a sneer.

"To find a caring martial artist who wants to cut off all my enemies in the inner city? What a big statement!"

Cheng Sheng was not in a hurry. These strongholds in the inner city were his bait. If he hadn't deliberately spread the news, how could those idiots in the inner city have obtained the location of the strongholds?

However, what Cheng Sheng didn't expect was that the four corpse puppets he deliberately left in the stronghold were thought to cause another disturbance in the city and delay his preparations outside the city.

Unexpectedly, those four corpse puppets were dealt with so quietly?
"It's quite interesting."

Cheng Sheng walked quietly in the secret room, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

Who on earth was able to kill four blood-coagulated zombies in just half an hour?

There are some masters in the inner city.
Unconsciously, Cheng Sheng became interested in knowing more about the mysterious man who killed four of his zombies.

But that’s about it
That guy should be grateful to himself for letting him go!
Cheng Sheng thought so and looked at the stone coffin that was half pushed away in front of him.

Inside the coffin was an old man with a white beard and a purple complexion, his whole body covered in spells.

A hint of appreciation appeared in Cheng Sheng's eyes, and he casually took out a dark blood-coagulating pill from his sleeve and put it into the old man's mouth.

The old man who was supposed to be dead suddenly spoke stiffly, his temples twitching as he chewed.

Looking at the old man in front of him who had long lost his human appearance, Cheng Sheng felt extremely proud.

This was the letter of surrender that he gave to Mr. Xue when the Blood and Fire Society first entered the city.

The reason why the Zhou family in the inner city was destroyed was very simple.

That is the Zhou family's ancestor, Zhou Family Quan, who has protected the Zhou family all his life, is dead.

The tree fell and scattered.

Without the support of the Zhou family's ancestor, Xue Sheng slaughtered nearly a hundred members of the Zhou family in just one night.

The reason is very simple. Except for the Zhou family, the ancestor Zhou Quan is a master who has been at Feiguan for more than ten years, none of the other clan members have even a breakthrough in blood coagulation.

A bunch of trash, without the protection of the ancestors of the Zhou family, they are nothing more than a bunch of flies.

"You're an immortal, but you're pretty good at fighting. Back then, I was almost killed by you."

Thinking of the thrilling night, Cheng Sheng still had lingering fears. It took half a year for him to fully recover from the injuries sustained by this old bastard.

"I heard that there are still remnants of the Zhou family in the outer city?"

The smile on Cheng Sheng's mouth gradually disappeared, and he looked coldly at the ancestor of the Zhou family in the coffin.

"But if you don't care about a little trash from the Zhou family, how can you change the world?"

Cheng Sheng said, patting the Zhou family ancestor's stiff and cold face.

"If that descendant of the Zhou family knew that his grandfather was made into a corpse puppet, his expression would be very wonderful, right?"

(End of this chapter)