Chapter 7: The Assassination of Eunuchs and the Rebellion

  "Just thinking about the various experiences of this Liu Bu, a deep-seated hatred arose from my heart: 'Don't worry, I guarantee that you won't be lonely on your way to the underworld. Your family members, friends, and subordinates will accompany you!'"

  Zhang Wuyue's eyes widened in rage: "You scoundrel, how dare you!"

  Suddenly launched, arrow steps one shot, the whole person brought up a huge momentum, like a fierce tiger pouncing on food, cut past with a knife.

  At the moment he locked down Liu Bu Yi, he even closed his eyes and relied on his powerful martial arts cultivation to seal off his ears. This time, even if Liu Bu Yi were to use that strange weapon again, he would not be afraid!

  This sword, so powerful, even with leftover strength, can still kill ten Liu Bu. Zhang Wuji has absolute confidence!

  At this moment, he suddenly saw a ghost with a ferocious face and strange clothes in front of him, with steel claws reaching out to grab him.

  Zhang Wuyue was shocked in his heart, he had clearly closed his eyes just now. This ghost...

  Has he somehow merged with his body? How is that possible? He's now using a secret technique, forcibly stimulating his true yuan blood and energy to be more than ten times stronger than usual.

  No matter what kind of evil spirits approached, they would all be incinerated by his external aura that was like a raging fire.

  He was just about to steel himself and drive this little devil out.

  Liu Bu-yi, on the other hand, revealed a mocking expression. The original momentum that had been concentrated into one spirit and will, strong enough to make Zhang Wu-ya unable to resist, suddenly became disordered at this moment.

  "Hmm..."

  A deafening gunshot reverberated through the narrow and cramped space of the large prison.

  Zhang Wu Ya stopped in his tracks, covering his chest. Fresh blood kept gushing out from between his fingers.

  "You little beast, how dare you hurt me!" Zhang Wuyue's face twisted into a grotesque smile as he took step by step towards Liu Buji, his feet leaving bloody footprints behind.

  Bang, bang, bang... Crack...

  Six bullets were fired at Zhang Wu Ye's body in a row. If it was an ordinary person, he would have been dead long ago.

  However, Zhang Wuji cultivated martial arts, tempered his muscles and bones, cultivated his internal energy, polished his spirit, and his vitality was much stronger than that of ordinary people, even comparable to lions and tigers.

  Although he was hit by several bullets at this moment, his face became more ferocious, and he stumbled to chase after Liu Buji who was constantly retreating.

  "What a troublesome martial arts master this world has!" Liu Buji slightly furrowed his brow, wanting to retreat, but behind him was already stuck against the brick wall.

  Zhang Wu's face revealed a cruel and delighted expression, as if he could see his own knife flashing under the light, with a human head about to fly into the sky.

  But at this time, another bailiff appeared behind Zhang Wuyue, looking very disheveled and seemingly injured, yet still maintaining his combat strength.

  He rushed over quickly, shouting: "Boss, you're injured. Let me take care of this little thug!"

  Upon hearing his colleague's words, Zhang Wu Yan's spirit relaxed a bit. He hadn't expected that at this critical moment, help would arrive, and the original wounded wolf-like ferocity, the ruthless heart that had wanted to perish together with Liu Bu Yi, slightly loosened.

  Liu Bu-yi's face revealed a hint of an eerie expression, and he instead took a few steps forward, shielding Zhen Yang-zi's physical body.

  At this moment, a flash of light, momentum like a thunderbolt. A good head, with a look of astonishment and blood gushing out, shot straight up into the sky.

  It was the yamen runner who came up from behind, and when he reached Zhang Wuji's back, he suddenly swung his knife and cut off Zhang Wuji's head...

  Liu Bu-yi's face didn't change much, but his eyes flickered, as if he had guessed something.

  At this time, the outside yamen runners and horsemen were all killed. Even if there were any fish that escaped the net, they wouldn't dare to come running over to help Zhang Wuji without first hiding somewhere to avoid being caught.

  "Clap...clap..." The applause started, and Liu Buji was stunned again. It turned out that Zhen Yangzi, who had been sitting in meditation, had stood up, clapping his hands and laughing: "Not bad, brilliant!"

  The yamen runner kneeled down and shouted: "Disciple Chengfeng pays his respects to the helmsman!"

  Zhen Yangzi laughed and said: "You didn't think of it, did you? Among these six doors, there is also a disciple of our sect!"

  "Yes, Master's ingenious calculation is truly admirable! I am deeply impressed!"

  Tonight's events were really too much of a rollercoaster. But then I heard the surroundings quiet, with no more sounds, only the air filled with the smell of blood and burnt offerings.

  "You can't expose yourself yet, go back and hide for now," said Zhen Yangzi.

  "The disciple understands."

  Zhen Yangzi waved his hand, and Cheng Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall before bouncing back down, never to move again.

  "You're not bad either!" Zhen Yangzi praised, and Liu Buji's gaze became even more warm and gentle. Tonight, Liu Buji's performance had fallen into his eyes, making Zhen Yangzi very satisfied.

  Liu couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, he hadn't even thought that in his ordinary life, there would be such an extraordinary moment of calmness in the face of danger. Tonight, killing Zhang Wuyue could be considered as him going all out.

  Is it just a coincidence that Zhen Yangzi woke up so timely? I'm afraid it won't be. Perhaps this opportunity is also a test for myself.

  Liu Buji's heart was filled with a sense of foreboding, and he felt that the flavor floating in the air was extremely strange. It made him feel like his stomach was churning with a stormy sea, and he didn't dare to open his mouth carelessly, fearing that as soon as he did, he would vomit uncontrollably until the sky grew dark.

  He was very clear about the origin of this emotion, it was fear, it was terror. It was a reverence for life itself, a sense of awe that extended to everything.

  It is engraved in the deepest part of the gene, that kind of reverence for life itself to survive. It's not because of others, but because you're afraid of being exposed to the same corpse on the ground!

  "This place is not suitable for a long stay, let's collect the body and leave!" Zhen Yangzi took a glance, the fire in the big prison had not been extinguished, and there were still choking black shadows from time to time.

  "Put down your grudge, my enemy. The governor of Wu Zhong City and Dalu Hua Chi have already been killed by me together. This battle will surely shake the world." Zhen Yangzi said proudly, with a majestic demeanor.

  "Yes, Master!"

  Liu was secretly shocked, never having thought that Zhen Yangzi would have such a large handwriting, and with such a heroic spirit. He actually killed all the military and government officials in Wu Zhong City at once.

  It's worth noting that Wu Zhong City is the seat of Wu Zhong County. Zhang He Da is the governor of the entire Wu Zhong County! At least, he is a prefecture-level leader.

  While Daru Hua Chi, only bald men can take on this role. It is the central government of bald people who come to supervise locally, holding in their hands the most elite exploratory army of Hua Chi.