As the two entered the yard, they instinctively sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Li Wan coaxed Wei Xiyue, as if she wanted to take her into the room.

Wei Qing came out and sat in a wheelchair in the yard. Gui Bu, Wei Liulang and the killer were also there.

Everyone looked solemn.

Su Li blinked and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you? You look like you want to eat someone. Is Leng Ziling here to cause trouble again?"

"It's not Leng Ziling." Wei Liulang frowned and said, "It's Dad. He's gone."

"What does 'left' mean?" Su Li didn't understand.

He had only been here for a short time and did not know much about Wei Xu's situation. He only knew that he had been controlled by the Saint with drugs in the past few years and had almost become a puppet master who only obeyed the Saint.

Now the Holy Maiden Palace and a group of unidentified assassins are looking for him all over the streets.

So far, only Leng Ziling has successfully found his way here.

Speaking of success, it was actually mostly due to luck. He passed by this place by chance and met Li Wan who was out shopping.

"Dad wouldn't leave for no reason." Wei Qing pondered, "Something must have happened."

The brothers agreed with this.

No matter how Dad beat them these days, he never thought of leaving their side.

"It's the Saint who is calling Dad." Wei Ting said.

Several people looked towards him.

Wei Liulang asked: "Xiao Qi, do you know something?"

Wei Ting stared and said, "The last time I entered the Holy Mountain, I heard several disciples talking about the puppet masters in the Holy Maiden Hall. I heard that the Holy Maiden could summon them with the sound of the flute. Did you hear the flute just now?"

"I didn't hear it." Wei Liulang scratched his head, "Big brother, did you hear it?"

Wei Qing shook his head.

After he lost his martial arts skills, his five senses were no better than those of a martial artist.

Gui Bu thought for a moment and said, "I seem to have heard something, but I'm not sure."

There were too many noisy noises coming from the streets, and as a death soldier he heard a lot of them. He was not sensitive to the flute sounds from the Holy Maiden Temple, so he did not pay special attention to them.

If it was Ling Yun's piano music, he would definitely recognize it and rush out to kill him.

Wei Qing said: "Then let's go according to the plan and search separately."

As soon as Wei Xu disappeared, Gui Bu and Wei Liulang planned to go look for him, but before they left the house, Wei Ting and Su Li came back.

Wei Liulang pointed to the southeast and said, "Dad disappeared in that direction. We are taking different streets. Second brother, you wait at home. If Dad comes back on his own, remember to hold him back until we come back."

Wei Qing responded: "Okay."

Several people acted separately.

They must find Wei Xu.

If the saint can summon Wei Xu with the sound of the flute, it means that there is still a possibility that Wei Xu can be controlled.

Knowing the Saint's ambition, no one can guarantee that she will do anything excessive to Wei Xu.

But Southern Xinjiang is so big that finding a person is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The three brothers hoped very much that they could find some clues, but to their disappointment, with their martial arts skills, it was impossible for anyone to track them.

Having too high martial arts skills can sometimes be a problem.

Su Li was not that capable. He was like a headless fly, running around aimlessly, looking for things wherever he went, and he successfully lost himself.

"No way, where is this?"

He scratched his head, looking at the eerie and empty old street, a chill running through his limbs.

"Is there such a shabby place in the capital of Southern Xinjiang? Will there be ghosts?"

One of the Su family's ancestral skills - fear of ghosts.

So does Su Cheng.

Su Li became more and more frightened as she walked. She looked back at her own shadow, worried that it would turn into two.

Su Li walked forward with a shudder.

When I was about to die of fright, I finally saw a carriage on the street.

The driver had disappeared.

There seemed to be some movement in the carriage, there must be someone there.

If Wei Ting were here, he might be able to guess what the people inside are doing.

Su Li is different.

He is still young and a good child with pure thoughts.

He decided to go over and ask for directions.

He is good at light work and passed by silently.

As soon as he opened the curtain, he was dumbfounded.

What are the two doing? The woman's clothes are half undressed, and the man's coat is also pulled down to his waist, revealing his strong chest and waist without any fat.

The woman seemed to be unbuckling the man's belt.

Su Li seemed to understand.

"Excuse me, please continue!"

He decisively lowered the curtain and turned around.

But he had just taken two steps when he felt something was wrong.

That man just now...why does he look a bit like General Wei Xu? Su Li turned around again.

Swoosh! Two silver needles flew out.

Su Li leaned back quickly.

The icy silver needle flashed past his eyes.

His scalp was numb.

What a close call! I almost lost my eyeballs! This woman is too cruel. I just glanced at her accidentally, not on purpose, but she wanted to dig out my eyes! That's right, the moment the silver needle shot out, the curtain was lifted, and Su Li saw clearly that it was the woman who did it.

Moreover, even if he didn't see it, he was sure it wouldn't be General Wei Xu.

General Wei Xu disdains to use hidden weapons.

Su Li drew out his sword and was about to chop the carriage open with it, but was slapped away by the saint.

He hit the wall hard and spit out blood.

He ignored the pain all over his body, grabbed the sword that fell on the ground, and rushed towards the carriage again.

A puppet master from the Holy Maiden Hall appeared in time and stood in front of Su Li.

Su Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said viciously: "It seems that you are the driver. Of course, your master wants to do something shameful, so he has to send you away!"

The saint in the carriage said coldly: "Kill him!"

The puppet master slapped Su Li with his palm.

Su Li hurriedly used his sword to block, but he easily broke the sword.

Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Su Li couldn't believe it.

What kind of perverted masters are there in the Saint Maiden Hall? The sword given by his grandfather! It was actually broken like this! If it's broken, I'll smash you to pieces with my fists!

Bang! Su Li was knocked away.

He is the one who is looking for teeth on the ground.

As the most undisciplined little Wu in the family, Su Li is the only tough little punching bag in the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, and that is why she will not be knocked down so easily.

Su Li gritted her teeth and stood up: "Come on!"

The puppet master punched over.

Bang! Su Li was knocked away again and fell heavily to the ground, with one of his ribs broken.

The puppet master walked towards him step by step, looking down at him.

Lift your foot and step on his head.

Just one kick would be enough to make his brain burst.

Every puppet master has his own habits. For example, the one in front of you loves to stomp on people's brains.

However, just as he exerted his strength, a sharp and icy sword energy appeared out of nowhere.

Fast as lightning, wild as a dragon, sharp as a real blade.

Crack! The puppet master's legs were cut off at the knees, and the hot blood splashed all over Su Li's face.

Su Li was stunned.

The next second, a figure in white dropped from the sky and slapped the puppet master on the chest.

The sound of bones breaking inch by inch could be heard clearly in the silent street.

He would be torn into pieces to pay for Su Li's rib break!

The puppet master flew backwards and hit the canopy of the carriage. The carriage was blasted open with a bang by the internal force remaining in his body!

The saint flew up and her clothes fell back to the ground intact.

She looked coldly at the man in white who showed up halfway.

The man wore a jade mask, looking ethereal, and his hand holding the sword had distinct joints and was as slender as jade.

Although he was a handsome man like jade and a peerless young man in the world, his entire body exuded a powerful and terrifying murderous aura.

The Saint said word by word: "Jade-faced Rakshasa!"

Happy Lantern Festival.

The plot that everyone has been looking forward to is here, remember to vote, love you.

(End of this chapter)