You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Chapter 325 Zheng Ye Collects Debts (1)

The captain of the Imperial Guard raised his hand and pressed down his hat and helmet.

Then he respectfully made a gesture of invitation, "Then I'll have to trouble Staff Li. After the matter is completed, I will definitely add a few good words for you in the merit book."

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A storm is quietly brewing.

The originally calm and peaceful atmosphere was broken by the sudden bloody killing, and the instigator of all this was the mysterious mastermind behind all this - Liu Yuntian.

In this carefully planned conspiracy, the detectives from the Six Gates became innocent victims.

Before they even had time to react, they were already in a desperate situation of life and death.

As if it was a trick of fate, Liu Yuntian's attack was as swift as a storm, leaving these detectives no chance to breathe.

In Zhongzhou Continent and the other three territories, the encirclement and suppression operations spread rapidly like wildfire.

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At this moment, the Liushenmen Yamen had already turned into a hell on earth.

Screams and pleas for mercy were heard one after another, but the cold-blooded Zheng Ye remained unmoved. He kept waving the sharp blade in his hand, reaping one life after another.

"Cough, cough, cough..." A seriously injured constable fell in a pool of blood, gasping for breath.

He stared at Zheng Ye in front of him with hatred in his eyes, "Zheng Ye...you crazy bastard, you will definitely get your comeuppance!"

However, Zheng Ye just smiled coldly and said nothing.

He raised the blood-stained long knife in his hand again and slashed at the constable fiercely.

With a scream, the constable's head flew high into the air, and hot blood splattered all over the ground.

At this time, the Liushenmen Yamen was filled with corpses lying in all directions, and blood gathered into a stream and flowed slowly.

The whole scene is like a picture of hell, which makes people shudder.

Zheng Ye stood in this sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses, like a demon from the underworld, exuding endless murderous intent.

Zheng Ye threw the long sword in his hand, whose blade was already bent, to the ground with an expressionless face, causing a crisp "clang" sound.

Then, he swiftly reached out to the pile of corpses next to him and pulled out a brand new blade that was flashing with a cold light.

His already hideous and twisted face became even more terrifying because of his madness. The corners of his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing a row of white teeth.

He was muttering to himself: "Are the people in the house hidden? Hahahaha... Zheng is coming in~" The creepy laughter echoed all around, as if it came from evil spirits deep in hell.

You know, Zheng Ye has lived here for nearly two years. He knows every layout, every corner and even the location and structure of the dungeon.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as they are within these six doors, it is absolutely impossible for them to escape from his grasp.

There was a loud "bang" and Zheng Ye kicked the door hard. The door fell to the ground in an instant, accompanied by wood chips flying everywhere.

He strode into the room with a new knife in hand. At this moment, the whole room was silent, so quiet that it was suffocating.

However, Zheng Ye calmly began to slowly release his powerful perception.

In an instant, the aura of everyone in the room was visible and appeared clearly in his mind.

It turned out that these constables and their runners had already been frightened out of their wits by Zheng Ye, the killer.

The strong desire to survive made them completely lose the ability to think, and they could only rely on instinct to hide desperately.

Some people cowered under their beds like frightened mice;

Some of them huddled closely behind the incense table, not daring to breathe;

Some people simply hid in the closet, trying to control their breathing while covering their mouths and noses with their hands, doing their best not to make even the slightest sound.

But unfortunately, what they didn’t know was that Zheng Ye, who was standing in front of them, now had reached the peak of the Mahayana stage.

Not to mention such a simple hiding method, even if they dug three feet into the ground to bury themselves, they would not be able to escape Zheng Ye's keen perception.

"Crack!"

As the crisp sound was heard, the long knife in Zheng Ye's hand pierced through the cabinet in front of him as fast as lightning.

In an instant, wood chips flew everywhere, and at the same time, a dull hum came from the cabinet.

When Zheng Ye slowly pulled back the long knife, the blade was, as expected, stained with bright red blood.

After confirming that the person in the cabinet was dead, Zheng Ye showed an evil smirk on his face, and then walked towards the incense table not far away with a brisk and slightly playful step.

Just as he raised his arm and prepared to swing the knife again, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind the incense table and shouted in fear: "Zheng Lang! I am the third sister, please don't kill me!"

Hearing this familiar voice and name, Zheng Ye's originally cold and ruthless expression froze instantly, and he stood there in a daze as if he was under a spell.

He looked at the figure kneeling on the ground and shivering, feeling mixed emotions.

"You...want to live?"

After Zheng Ye came to his senses, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a cold smile, and his eyes flashed with complex light, including anger, disappointment, and a hint of unspeakable sadness.

The third sister nodded desperately as if she had grasped the last straw, tears gushed out of her eyes like a broken dam and slid down her pale cheeks.

"Zheng Lang, a husband and wife are bound by love for a hundred days. I was really forced by that bastard Jie Ke. Please forgive me this time for the sake of our past relationship!"

"force?"

Zheng Ye snorted coldly.

"If I were still the same person I used to be, I might believe your nonsense."

As he spoke, he slowly squatted down, stretched out a hand and gently stroked the third sister's face.

However, although his hands were gentle, his eyes were still cold as ice.

"You know those people who are chasing me, they know everything about me... including every hidden injury on my body.

"Tell me, if someone hadn't betrayed me, how could they know these details so well?"

"They even know exactly what I am capable of..."

"Everyone has a secret trick up their sleeve, but in their eyes... I have no secrets at all."

"Let me ask you...how did they know?"

The third sister's originally lively pupils now shrank like a frightened deer.

However, she remained firm: "I don't know, I really don't know..."

Faced with the third sister's denial, Zheng Ye just smiled slightly and shook his head gently. His eyes became deep and distant, as if he saw his past self through time.