Chapter Thirty: The Fire Worship Sect Expert

  Unless Song Yuanyuan has the same skills as Zhen Yangzi, otherwise it seems that it will be difficult to fly with inserted wings!

  In fact, Songyuanzi had long been exposed. Others had set up a trap for him, suspecting that he was a demon of the Qingyang Sect.

  Song Yuanzi thought he had succeeded, but didn't think about what kind of people this family was. They were actually the tax head of the government office, and their relationship with the bald-headed man was extremely close.

  What's more, with his wealth and power, he discovered early on that something had been done to his family's young lady.

  The reason why he didn't make a move immediately was that he suspected this evil technique, it must be the doing of some evil sect's demon. Zheng Mao had used up all his strength and wanted to catch him alive!

  Eyes fixed on him, Hei Jia was about to capture Song Yu Zi. Liu Bei thought for a moment and couldn't help but take action.

  He cursed inwardly, how dare this Song Yuansi be so bold, blinded by greed, toying with someone else's young lady and still wanting to get both wealth and beauty.

  But he didn't know that his actions were all being watched by others, and in fact, it was just a trap set for him to jump into.

  Liu Bu-yi had already sent Xiao Hei back to report to Zhen Yang-zi, but distant water cannot quench present thirst. This Xiao Hei had just returned to Yunlai Village at dawn and hadn't even passed an hour when this Song Yuan-zi was in a flurry to come and send himself to death!

  At this time, Liu was no longer considering pushing Song Yu Zi one more time to thoroughly finish him off. On the contrary, he wanted to save his life!

  If Song Yuanzi fell into the hands of the government, if he exposed the whereabouts of Zhen Yangzi, it would be very bad!

  He wanted to rescue Song Yuanzi, but he wasn't confident. Just by looking through the telescope, it was clear that the people sent by the He family were all quick and swift in their movements, and at a glance, you could tell they were all skilled fighters.

  Moreover, these people are all holding bows and crossbows, perhaps these things can't deal with the true Yangzi who has magical powers. However, neither Liu Bu Yi nor Song Yuanzi can withstand these things.

  It's really hard to rescue Song Yuqi from the trap.

  But just as the fishing net was about to be pulled in, Liu Bu Yi still couldn't help but make his move!

  A sniper rifle with a silencer took aim at the head of a muscular man in ambush on the rooftop.

  Although he wanted to save Song Yuanyuan, Liu Bu did not intend to get himself involved. So he chose this weapon.

  Although he had never used this thing before, Liu Bu Yi also knew that it was not easy to use. As long as the enemy's head was framed in the sight, it would be fine.

  He's also played Call of Duty, and a sniper needs to grasp parameters like wind direction and humidity, Liu Buji knows that too.

  But Liu Bu-yi didn't have much worry about this. It wasn't that he thought he could definitely hit the target, but rather this shot was originally meant to scare off the snake. As long as it made a commotion and startled Song Yuan-zi who had already fallen into the trap without realizing it!

  "Hmmph..."

  The sniper rifle with a silencer only made a faint sound, and naturally did not hit the target in his scope. The bullet deviated by about one or two meters, hitting a tile on the roof.

  The silencer was silent, but the sound of the vase shattering still startled Song Yu from his infatuation, and he lightly called out: "Who is it?"

  Just as they were about to be exposed, those robust men suddenly let out a loud shout: "Kill..."

  It burst in from the roof and windows everywhere. In less than a second, Song Yuanzi knew that something was wrong and he had been exposed.

  Fortunately, as a true Yang son's disciple, he naturally had several brushes in his hand. A few black beads flew out, "Boom...". Toxic smoke emerged, enveloping the entire room.

  Looking at the thick smoke billowing out of that room, Liu was greatly relieved. He didn't expect that Song Yuansu still had something like this up his sleeve, which was no worse than a smoke bomb.

  He quickly wanted to leave, he had done his duty. As for Matsugen's life or death afterwards, it was no longer in his control. It was up to his own luck!

  Then, his eyes fluttered and he felt something was wrong. With a roll, he rolled out, and at the corner of his eye, he saw a red light surging, a wave of heat rushing straight up his back.

  Liu Buji was shocked again and rolled out once more. The attic was originally not very big, and there were many miscellaneous items placed inside. Where could he hide?

  The flame was as agile as a whip, only to sweep past his back. A smell of burnt clothes and skin wafted from Liu's body, followed by a low, eerie voice that chuckled: "If you behave yourself, I won't kill you. Put down that strange weapon on your body..."

  Liu's body stiffened, and he slowly lowered the sniper rifle in his hand.

  The guy behind is absolutely a master, who can sneak into his own back without knowing it, and can easily control himself, absolutely unstoppable.

  "Turn around!" he ordered.

  Liu slowly turned around, and in that instant, he had already thought of over a dozen counterattack plans. However, this person seemed to be invulnerable.

  A scorching sense of danger behind him, like a sharp blade on his back, made Liu Bei clearly feel that if he made even the slightest movement, it would be his own misfortune.

  He turned around, slightly stunned. The silhouette behind him was deeply recessed, with a hint of curly yellow hair. At first glance, it wasn't someone from the Central Plains, and yet he wore a white robe, with flame-patterned trim at the edges.

  "Zoroastrianism!" Liu's eyes narrowed, this guy was indeed a master.

  The Bái Huǒ Jiào is a religion worshipped by the Semu people, due to the close relationship between the Semu and the Tufan peoples. Originally they were just tax collectors for the Tufans, but now they occupy many high positions in the Tufan imperial court.

  Thus, in these years, the development of Zoroastrianism has been extremely rapid, and its prestige is even greater than that of Buddhism and Taoism.

  This person had a flame in his hand, which changed with incredible agility, transforming into a fire snake, even a fire bird, it was as if he was performing magic tricks, making people's eyes dazzle.

  It's even more silent and brings a kind of heavy oppressive feeling!

  "Don't try to play tricks on me!" The man's Mandarin was spoken with a somewhat strange accent, but it was extremely fluent: "Listen obediently to my words and don't show this kind of expression. Do you think that with this look of yours, I'll believe there's someone behind me and then surrender to you?"

  Before he had even finished speaking, a large hand came from behind and slapped onto the shoulder of this fire-worshiper.

  This sudden movement almost startled the Zoroastrian to jump up, but before he could react. Another large hand had already pinched his throat, and then gently squeezed...

  This wretched Zoroastrian's eyes lost their divine light and revealed an incredulous expression, as he was gently laid on the ground!