My inner voice was revealed, and all the cannon fodder changed the plot behind my back.

The panic caused by his words was extraordinary. Jiang Luo's eyes widened when he heard it, and he repeated what he just said, "What did you say? What are the people of the Scarlet Flame Sect preaching? Promoting digging Maybe the chance of success would be higher if you dig out the spiritual roots of the weak? Does he mean to let those crazy people dig out the spiritual roots of children? I thought that the Scarlet Flame Sect was not a good thing, but I never thought that it would be possible. Such rubbish."

"How crazy and crazy have they become to say such things!"

Jiang Luo's tone was very serious, and even his brows were filled with anger.

Chen Hu's words are very easy to understand. The literal meaning is that the people of the Red Flame Sect are openly telling those who are trying to integrate the second spiritual root to find the weak. Who is the weakest? What kind of cultivator is the weakest? Isn’t it weak enough for those who have just awakened their spiritual roots? As long as they have a little bit of strength, they can be crushed to death with one finger.

Those children who have just awakened their spiritual roots and don’t even know how to use their spiritual power will encounter a group of crazy demons at the age of six.

Jiang Luo's words successfully attracted the attention of others.

That is to say, if what Chen Hu said is true, those people from the Red Flame Sect really want to turn the Suzaku Continent upside down.

If all the children have their spiritual roots dug out, what will the Suzaku Continent look like in the future?

Are practitioners getting older? No new young cultivators appear, or they are strangled in the cradle just after awakening, without any way to grow.

How horrible this would be.

Feng Yixuan couldn't even imagine what kind of pain those children must endure, and they were only six years old and had to suffer such pain.

"So this Orion is the informant placed by the Scarlet Flame Sect to spread the news in Piaomiao Peak?" Ye Qingge looked at Chen Hu and her tone was a little stiff.

Chen Hu nodded, "The White House has already received the news as soon as this Orion became the informant of the Red Yan Sect. On the surface, the relationship between the White House and the Red Yan Sect is actually harmonious, but behind the scenes, the Red Yan Sect The relationship with the White House is no longer very harmonious.

"Although during the preliminaries, the White House loaned several disciples from the Chi Yan Sect to help with the competition and the Chi Yan Sect did not refuse, in fact those disciples were just some of the outer disciples with the worst foundation within the Chi Yan Sect. The people of the Yan Sect are not willing to really help the White House, they are just borrowing two disciples, and they are not even willing to put a little thought into such a simple matter."

Jiang Luo looked at Chen Hu who was full of resentment and couldn't laugh or cry, "If the Scarlet Flame Sect lends all its best disciples to you, how will they fight then?"

Chen Hu's retort was very reasonable, "We don't need their best disciples. Their best disciples must be reserved for the official competition of the sect competition to be used as trump cards. We only need some mid-level disciples." The kind of disciples we have here can just help us win the qualifiers, but isn’t it a bit too much that they are not even willing to help us with this?”

"Since then, there has been a estrangement between the White House and the Red Yan Sect. It was also after that that the Palace Master planted an eyeliner in the Red Yan Sect. Who knew that not long after the eyeliner was placed, he learned that the Red Yan Sect had secretly colluded with the White House to stay outside for a long time? The killer thing."

"If I hadn't seen it personally, I wouldn't have believed it. But the result is like this. Even if I don't want to believe it, it doesn't have any effect."

Chen Hu's words were very easy to convince. Jiang Luo never felt a trace of distrust after hearing it. However, she found it somewhat funny when she looked at Chen Hu's expression of hatred.

He doesn't really think that even if the Scarlet Flame Sect lends their best disciples to them, they can win, right?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

After all, the heroine must win the championship in the preliminaries. Even if the best disciples in the Suzaku Continent are moved to your White House and compete for your White House, Ye Qingge cannot lose to your White House.

Don't ask, just ask because the heroine's aura is causing trouble and no one can change it.

"Then should we go find the people in the White House now? Or go back to the Red Flame Sect directly?"

They had just come out of the Scarlet Flame Sect and originally planned to go out for a meal, but they didn't expect to encounter these things. First, they learned about the recent unrest from the boss of Feng Juke, and then learned the specific reasons for the unrest from another boss of Feng Juke. After knowing the specific reasons for the unrest, the group decided to come to Orion. They looked for Orion in his home, asked him about the specific situation he saw at that time, and tried to piece together a rough truth. But after all, it was God's will. Even God did not let them have the possibility of doing this. When they came The Orion family discovered the scene where Orion was killed at the first sight.

Thinking of this, Jiang Luo suddenly asked, "Do you know that what Orion saw at that time was really caused by someone from the White House? Didn't it mean that there were bloody holes in the abdomens of those bodies? Did they dig it with their bare hands?”

Jiang Luo's questions were too detailed, and even Chen Hu couldn't answer her questions immediately.

She just still had some doubts that she didn't understand.

"Didn't you already ask this question? Those four people were indeed killed by people brought by the White House, and the spiritual roots in their bodies were all dug out by the people in the White House. After digging out, their family's All spiritual roots have disappeared and cannot be seen or touched by us."

"Can't be seen by them or can't be seen by everyone?" Jiang Luo emphasized the emphasis on the words "them" and "everyone", as if he was emphasizing something.

Now Chen Hu did not dare to answer. According to the information obtained from those people, only those present could not see it, but there was no evidence to prove that others could not see the spiritual roots they dug out.

Thinking of this, Chen Hu even broke out in a cold sweat on his back. Why did he suddenly feel that things were starting to develop in a scary direction? It was obviously just one murder case after another and bloody scenes, but it suddenly turned into a mental competition, which made him unable to react for a while.

"Then do you know the specific location of their house? I want to take Ye Qingge, who has the second spiritual root, to take a look there. Others don't have to go, but they and I have to go. "

"Why can others not go?"

Suddenly, a thin female voice cut in.

Jiang Luo's subconscious reaction after hearing this was to shrink behind Brother Ye Qing and explain in a low voice, "Of course it's because I'm afraid that you guys will be tired."

The speaker was exactly as Jiang Luo guessed, it was none other than Long Yue. Long Yue looked at her with cold eyes, and when she heard Jiang Luo's familiar gag tone, she snorted coldly, "You are the only one who can tell so many lies without changing his face and without a blushing heart. , but no one else can display your skills."

Jiang Luo was not polite at all, and nodded, "I also think I think, oh ... right, right? Oh, my 玥, can you go too? If you want to go Are you going together?"

Hearing what Jiang Luo added later, Long Yue reluctantly snorted, "If it weren't for knowing the specific cause of death of that family, I wouldn't go to that ghost place with you."

Her tone was firm, as arrogant as ever, and Jiang Luo didn't expose it, just stood aside and nodded.

Hearing the voice, Feng Yixuan also hurriedly spoke, "I'm going too, I'm going too. How can you not take me with you for such a thing?"

All of a sudden, the team that originally consisted of Jiang Luo and Ye Qingge expanded to four people, plus Chen Hu who was leading the way and Lin Yanran who was being guarded by Ye Qingge.

Lin Yanran was still in Ye Qingge's hand, looking at the two gold chains in Jiang Yu's hand. Ye Qingge hesitated and said, "Do you want to hand this person over to you? It's up to you to do with it."

The person she was talking to was none other than Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was a little dazed when he heard her voice, but he quickly answered her words, "Okay, you can leave her here, we will take her back to the Red Flame Sect, and you can go and see if there is anything left at that scene." Whatever traces there are, remember to record them with a shadow stone so that you can look back at the scene later."

Ye Qingge nodded, pulled Jiang Luo and left.

Jiang Luo, who was pulled by Ye Qingge, stepped on the spirit sword he came with. Jiang Yu watched the two of them leave and slowly put away a gold chain tied to Chen Hu's leg, and the other gold chain. ... He slowly let go of his hand, letting the gold chain cling to Chen Hu's calf, wrapping tightly around it.

Chen Hu, who was treated like this, didn't understand. He frowned and asked Jiang Yu, "What do you mean? Are you afraid that I will attack them on the road?"

Jiang Yu asked instead, "Why do you think I should believe you? I still remember what you said when you came out just now. Just because you answered those doubts for us, I should trust you completely and put this into practice." Are all the children in your hands? Do you have a misunderstanding about your ability to gain trust?"

Chen Hu did not answer Jiang Yu's words for a while, but after a while he reluctantly snorted, "Forget it, whatever you think, I'll leave then."

Then he slowly left everyone's sight and disappeared from everyone's eyes together with Jiang Luo and the others.

It was already half an hour before we arrived at the dilapidated hut where the family died.

Jiang Luo stepped down from Ye Qingge's sword unhurriedly and raised her eyes to look at the dilapidated hut. The moment she saw the layout of the hut clearly, her raised feet suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"What's wrong?" Ye Qingge, who was confused, saw that she suddenly stopped walking a little strangely. After asking, she cast her gaze in the direction Jiang Luo was looking at. When she saw the scene clearly, she frowned. Wrinkled.

Are there any other dilapidated huts? It is obviously just a ruin, no matter how much there is, there is nothing left.

Yes, that small shabby house has disappeared, leaving only some wreckage: burned wooden blocks, collapsed mud houses and broken tiles, pieced together into the picture they see now.

Jiang Luo reacted for a long time before raising her hand belatedly. Her first reaction was to applaud, "Beautiful, well done."

As she said this, she clapped her hands, "The people in the White House are really straightforward in doing things. They didn't even leave the scene of the crime to us."

"What is this? Are you afraid that we can actually find something? We spend so much time and effort, and those who don't know think we are some very powerful people. In fact, the combined age of the several of us may not even compare to Is the son of the Palace Master of the White House older? If he is so guarded against us, does he think too highly of us? "

Her words were fired out like a barrage of cannons. Chen Hu, who was standing not far away and was shot by her, looked helpless. When Jiang Luo finally stopped speaking, he said, "This should not be the work of the White House."

Jiang Luo turned around suddenly when he heard what he said, "It wasn't the White House's handiwork? Then whose handiwork do you think it was? Was it the Chi Yanzong's handiwork? Why would the Chi Yanzong come to clean up the mess for you after the bad things done by the White House? What? You Doesn’t it mean that the relationship between the White House and the Chi Yan Sect has collapsed? Do they still need to maintain the peace on the surface behind the scenes? "

Jiang Luo's words were too sharp. Even Chen Hu, who was as eloquent as Chen Hu, could not answer her question immediately. Instead, he sighed after a long time, "If you insist on thinking so, I can't help it, but What I must say is that the White House has indeed been at loggerheads with the Chi Yan Sect. There is no need for the Chi Yan Sect to clean up this mess for the White House, but I don’t think the people from the White House will come back to do this to you again. Once it comes out, if I have to say who did it, I can only think of one person."

"Who?" Ye Qingge suddenly turned her head and stared at him.

Chen Hu's eyes wandered back and forth between Ye Qingge and Jiang Luo, and after a long time he suddenly said, "Maybe you know the leader of the Xuantian Sect."

"Whether it is the chief master of the Scarlet Flame Sect or the master of the White House, both of them have grudges with the master of the Xuantian Sect, and the grudges they have are not small."

After listening to these erroneous words, Jiang Luowe frowned again and again, and finally said, "I really don't understand what the relationship between the two people in your words is? Why do you say this?" This masterpiece was made by the leader of the Xuantian Sect, not by your White House. Does even this need to be blamed?"

"If it is really the White House, I will not quibble here, but I know it. This can never be the White House, because no one in the White House has ever known the swordsmanship of the Tiantian Sect!"

As he finished speaking, a sword arrow flew from a distance, with a sound that broke through the air, and passed directly in front of Chen Hu's face. His nose would be penetrated by just the slightest distance.

If you are hit, blood spatter on the spot is small, and death on the spot is large.

Fortunately, Chen Hu's strength was not low and he was not injured by a cold arrow shot from a dark place.