Chapter 123 Ye Linglong, you don’t have martial ethics

"Little Junior Sister, what you said makes sense, but isn't it immoral for us to take advantage of the opportunity to hurt others and steal treasures?"

"Fifth Brother, if the person on the other side is a good person, then we are indeed despicable and shameless. But if the person on the other side is a bad guy, we are just getting rid of harm for the people! Think about it, you are using wisdom to stop an evil cultivator from stealing treasures and becoming stronger, isn't that great?"

After hearing this, Mu Xiaoran was stunned for a moment, while Lu Baiwei and Luo Yanzhong's eyes lit up.

There is nothing wrong with this statement, and it is even exciting.

While they were still discussing this, He Zaiting and Helian Fang had already searched the entire second floor.

"There are no fire beads on the second floor. Let's go to the third floor to check."

"OK."

Having said that, He Zaiting organized the team and walked towards the third floor, and Ye Linglong and the others followed behind.

Seeing that He Zaiting and the others had already climbed up the stairs to the third floor, Luo Yanzhong quickly got up and ran to the shelf on the second floor to get something. If he didn't take anything, the people who came later from Zhayun City would also be swept away.

It is better to keep it for yourself than to let others benefit from it.

Seeing him packing things skillfully, Ye Linglong also turned back to pick up things. Then, Lu Baiwei, who had no shortage of money, saw the excitement and quickly joined the team.

Seeing his two junior sisters gradually turning into bandits, Mu Xiaoran said:

Seeing that the competition was very fierce, Ye Linglong let Fat Head and Long Ears out of the ring and handed Fat Head a sack. Fat Head understood and started to work.

Not only that, she also released Zhaocai. Although Zhaocai couldn't pick up things, wherever it went, the other two would turn around and run away.

"Ye Linglong, you have no martial ethics!" Luo Yanzhong shouted excitedly.

"Junior sister, I'll just pick them up for fun, and I'll give you everything I pick up." Lu Baiwei said.

"To make money, just follow Luo Yanzhong."

…

Luo Yanzhong was so angry that he ran away, picking up the box as he ran.

"Why don't you come up yet? What are you doing down there?"

When He Zaiting's voice was heard, the people below looked nervous, and Luo Yanzhong, who was running away, was so scared that he accidentally bumped into a pillar.

At this moment, Mu Xiaoran, who was standing at the stairs, raised his head calmly and responded.

"Luo Yanzhong was just possessed by evil spirits again, and the two junior sisters are trying to save him."

"Possessed? Is it serious?"

"His head hit the pillars a few times, but he's still alive."

"Then hurry up."

"OK."

Soon, the second floor was swept clean, and the four of them caught up with He Zaiting's team.

When they came up, Helian Fang happened to look back and saw that there was indeed a bruise on Luo Yanzhong's forehead. He frowned in disgust.

"Idiot."

…

Really, I, Luo Yanzhong, shouldn’t be so miserable.

The third floor of the attic was still brightly lit, clean and tidy. It seemed that Ziye Rongyue and the others had not yet reached this location.

There were still a lot of shelves on the third floor, so He Zaiting and Helian Fang started searching on the third floor with their men.

After briefly flipping through the box, they went to look for the mechanism on the third floor. They tried here and there, but still made no progress, so they went up to the fourth floor.

As soon as they reached the fourth floor, Zhaocai Fathead and Chang'er started working again. Luo Yanzhong still tried to grab as much as he could. If he couldn't grab enough, he would quickly run to Mu Xiaoran and wait. Anyway, Zhaocai would not get close to his fellow disciples of Qingxuan Sect.

"Brother Mu, are you really so noble that you won't take anything?"

When Luo Yanzhong asked this question, he was totally talking nonsense without thinking, and soon he paid a heavy price for his talkativeness.

Because when they were sweeping the fourth floor next, Mu Xiaoran pushed Luo Yanzhong and pushed him to the stairs on the fourth or fifth floor.

"Brother Luo, I'm not that noble. I just need someone to keep watch for me."

After Mu Xiaoran finished speaking, he turned around and jumped back to the fourth floor and joined the mopping-up army.

When Ye Linglong saw that only the Qingxuan Sect’s people were left on the fourth floor, she simply put Zhaocai away to avoid affecting the speed of her senior brothers and sisters.

Luo Yanzhong, who was standing on the stairs and could only watch them sweeping the place without being able to touch anything, and had to wait for He Zaiting and the others to look back at him, said: …

If he talks any more he is a dog.

"strangeness."

When He Zaiting asked the question, Helian let them follow him.

At this time, Ye Linglong and the other two, who had just finished their raid, also reached the fifth floor.

The fifth floor is different from all the floors below. What is stored here are not items, but countless spirit tablets at a glance.

There is a candle lit next to each spirit tablet. I don’t know how many years the candles have been burning, but they are still illuminating the spirit tablets next to them.

Most of the names on the spirit tablets are Yan, and behind each spirit tablet there is a sword inserted, and each sword is kept very clean.

This is like a combination of a mourning hall and a sword tomb. It seems that after everyone in Ziyan Mansion dies, their swords will be brought back here and placed together with their own tablets.

When Ye Linglong came up, she heard He Zaiting say "strange", so she looked in the direction of He Zaiting's sight.

I saw a sword stuck in the deepest and farthest part of the mourning hall. The sword was different from the other clean swords. There was blood on it, as if it had not been cleaned thoroughly when it was sent into the mourning hall.

Not only that, there was also a faint aura lingering on the blade of the sword, which was stronger than any other sword and looked very special.

The three words "Yan Zhenchuan" were written on the tablet of the sword. These three words were different from the neatly engraved characters on other spirit tablets. They were written with blood.

The handwriting was so vigorous and elegant that Ye Linglong inexplicably felt it looked familiar.

"Yan Zhenchuan was the last patriarch of the Yan family and the last lord of Zhayun City. After Zhayun City was destroyed, there was no news about him. People outside speculated that he must have died in the Yan Mansion." Luo Yanzhong introduced to his companions behind him.

"So it seems that he must have died in Yan Mansion, in the massacre that took place there more than ten years ago." Mu Xiaoran said.

"But this is very strange. Since everyone died together, why would someone pick up the sword and bring it back to the mourning hall and even set up a spirit tablet for him?" Lu Baiwei scratched her head.

"This shows that there was a survivor in that tragedy back then." Ye Linglong said.

"Survivor? Then why hasn't he appeared in all these years?"

"Maybe he has his own reasons. Maybe he is the murderer."

When Ye Linglong said this, everyone else was shocked.

"That was a city destroyed in one night! How did one person accomplish something that no force could do?"

"What if this survivor or this murderer is the old friend of City Lord Yan?"

"Then he can't destroy the city overnight."

Ye Linglong frowned slightly as she had a strange idea.

"Have you ever thought about why there are so many evil spirits in Zhayun City?"

The other three were stunned.

"also?"

"Oh, you don't know how my family attracts wealth."

When others were about to ask, there was suddenly movement in front.

Helian Fang walked towards Yan Zhenchuan's spirit tablet, then reached out to grab the sword left by Yan Zhenchuan.