Xie's house is easy to find. It has the best location in Beidi City, the brightest night, the tallest building, and the most majestic gate. That is Xie's house.
Thirteen years ago, Beidi City fell once. The third son of the Xie family risked his life and killed the Beiyi general when the army broke into the city, causing the Beiyi army to be leaderless and in disarray. Dongwu recaptured Beidi City with minimal casualties.
The court, in recognition of his loyalty and bravery, conferred him the title of Earl of Zhongyong. Although he had no fiefdom, he had an official reputation. The Xie family quickly became the most prestigious family in Beidi City, and all the others fawned over them.
Today, the Xie residence is brightly lit, as if there is a grand banquet going on. It is very lively and out of place in this lonely city.
Inside Xie's house, there were golden threads, silver charcoal, clinking glasses, and singing and dancing.
The head of the Xie family spent a huge sum of money to host a banquet for the Beiyi generals in Beidi City tonight, hoping to continue to enjoy prosperity in this chaotic world.
"I didn't expect the head of the Xie family to be a woman?" The general guarding the city gate raised his glass to the lady at the opposite table. His wine cup covered one eye, while the other gleamed with amusement.
Mrs. Xie is beautiful and well-mannered. Her every move reveals her shrewd calculations, as if she wants to control everything in her hands.
She raised her hand to hold the glass, dignified and noble, with etiquette that was no less than royal.
"Today, General Sheguha is willing to do me the honor of coming to the mansion for a chat."
Although she is not yet thirty years old, her voice still has a bit of the beauty of a young girl and is very pleasant to the ear.
His playfulness turned into aggression. A woman like this, who moved among men and held up such a large facade, must be very outstanding in all aspects.
Sitting on the main seat was the chief general of this trip, who was a general living in the Xie family.
Not long ago, Beidi City was lost and the Northern Barbarians occupied the place, and the Xie family welcomed the army into the mansion.
He lazily leaned back in his chair, supported his head, and played with his wine cup, feeling bored.
He did not trust Mrs. Xie's surrender and goodwill, and her eyes were full of cunning.
The great general thirteen years ago was killed by the Xie family, so he must remain vigilant.
After three rounds of drinks, the dancer Xing in the hall came to the front of the generals in the hall, holding a cup in her hand, dancing gracefully in a light gauze shirt.
The dim firelight flickered on the faces of people with different expressions. Some people held beauties in their arms, while others always held the hilt of a knife with a cold face.
Everyone has heard of the general who came from thirteen years ago. He tried his best to get married, but was cheated by a woman and lost his life.
They always believed that the people of Dongwu were treacherous and cunning. If there had not been a giant beast stationed outside the city that could wake up at any time and bite its prey's throat fiercely, the city would have been slaughtered long ago.
Madam Xie's eyes flickered slightly, revealing that she wasn't entirely obsessed with wine and women. She raised her hand and clapped twice, and the cotton curtain was drawn aside. A group of maids filed in, holding trays covered with red cloth.
The expressions of everyone in the hall changed.
The red cloth was removed, and the hall suddenly became brighter. Those stern-faced people finally let down their guard.
Wine and women dazzle the eyes, and money moves the heart. The Xie family will still enjoy the same status in this city.
Chanbei closed the spy array and said, "The Fallen Immortal is not here."
"Could it be in other mansions?" Rong Baichuan asked.
Chanbei looked up, "It's right here, the resentment here is the strongest."
"Resentment is concentrated here..." Rong Yubai raised his brows and had a bad guess, "Are they slaughtering innocent people here?"
Gnashing teeth, extremely hateful.
He grew up in a honey pot, treated like a precious treasure. One could even describe him as being out of touch with the world.
The only suffering he endured was being poisoned by his cousin, leaving him in a state of confusion for three years. Blood lingered in his nose, and he had never seen the suffering of the world, and he could not tolerate the cruelty of human nature.
Rong Baichuan grabbed his hand and calmly opened his son's fist.
"Don't think too much about it yet, let's find the fallen immortal first."
"Ziqi, to save time, let's go look for them separately and I'll send you a message when the time comes."
Chanbei nodded and disappeared into the night.
According to Chanbei's level, he should be able to find the fallen immortal quickly. If even he can't see through him, that person must be quite troublesome.
"Let's go look over there."
He held his son's hand tightly. He was still young and didn't know how to hide. He was worried about him being alone here, even though he knew magic.
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In a courtyard deep in the Xie residence, the heavy air of death was so oppressive that it made people breathless. There was no wind outside the courtyard, but inside the courtyard there was a roaring sound that was like destroying dry branches and rotten wood.
It was as if there were countless wooden whistles soaked in water, playing weeping sounds. A snowflake fell into the ear and drilled into the cochlea, making people shiver from the bottom of their hearts.
"Throw them in quickly."
The gate of the courtyard opened a crack, and a team of guards pushed the elderly, the weak, women and children in one by one. They looked at the gloomy sky, wondering when it would end, and walked away.
A withered hand stretched out from the crack that was not yet closed, hoping to grab something, but it only pulled out nothing.
The courtyard gate closed, as if a gate had been closed. The surroundings became quiet in an instant, with only the sound of snowflakes landing on the pine branches.
Rong Yubai smelled the blood and instinctively brought his father to the front of the house.
"There looks to be something fishy going on here. I'll go check it out."
"Wait." Rong Baichuan held him back.
"Abai." He smoothed the stray hair from his forehead. "No matter what you see, stay calm, calm down, and don't think about it. There are many ways to solve this problem. There's no need to rush."
Rong Yubai was stunned for a moment and forgot to blink.
My father's face was calm, but his words were turbulent.
As soon as he entered the city, he saw a wealthy family bullying a five or six-year-old beggar in an alley. Disgusted and dissatisfied, he used magic to beat them up and saved the beggar.
I heard from his mumbling that he wanted to go back to look for his elder sister, so I took him there. They saw a group of little beggars, half of them were as big as Chaoxi, and half of them were as big as Ayou.
He is heroic and chivalrous, he is righteous and awe-inspiring, and he saved everyone.
This small courtyard is colder than outside. Even though Rong Yubai uses spiritual energy to protect his body, he can still feel the bone-chilling cold.
He quietly jumped onto the courtyard wall, parted the thick fog, and saw the scene inside clearly.
Next to the pile of corpses and in the bloody ground, crawling were the old, weak, women and children who had just been pushed in.
In front of them were the Dongwu city defenders. Those who were supposed to be guarding them were now holding butcher knives.
"Sir, please spare us, we know nothing, please spare us..."
They didn't know why they were captured here, and they didn't know why the soldiers guarding the city pointed their knives at them. They just wanted to live, they only wanted to live.
"We died defending the city, while you enjoy your wealth and luxury. Let's die together!" The defenders bared their ferocious fangs...
Yes, they have fangs, real fangs, they are not human anymore.
Some people heard a glimmer of hope in the words, "We are just ordinary people. We don't enjoy wealth and luxury, and we are just trying to survive. You have arrested the wrong people, the wrong people."
"This house, the people in this house are enjoying a life of luxury and comfort. Go find them, go find them..."
They understood that these were the wronged souls of the dead defenders who came to look for a substitute ghost.
Soldiers bury the dead bones, and the dead souls also drive away the enemy.
But now, their dead soldiers were unreasonable and turned their knives on innocent people.
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