"Then you go ahead, I am going to sell sticky cakes." The young man happily pushed the cart and left.
Dongfang Badao waited for the young man to leave, threw a piece of sticky cake into his mouth, and then distributed the bag to others. He was a little hungry, chewing the sticky cake, and wondered: "You say, the three people of the blood-clothed Yellow Spring Sect came here and went to eat. What do they mean? Did they come to this deserted village just to have a meal? "
It was no wonder that he thought so. When they came to West Star Mountain Village, their first impression was that it was extremely desolate. It was hard for them to imagine why the three ancestors of the Bloodclothed Underworld Sect came to such a remote and backward place.
Did they want to inspect the terrain and move the Bloodclothed Underworld Sect to this place? Only the ancient sects would choose such a remote place, right? In addition, Dongfang Badao really couldn't think of a second possibility.
"Who knows, but although this place is remote, it is good to develop a sect. Could it be that the Bloodclothed Underworld Sect feels that they have offended too many people, so they want to move their headquarters here?" President Qian Boguang took a bite of the sticky cake, then frowned and said.
"Who cares what they do, let's go and settle accounts with them directly!" Zhong Pingliang was a little eager to try. He had been dead for so long, and it had been a while since his resurrection. He had not been out of the Everyday and Every Day Sect. This was the first time he came back to the underworld, and he was naturally eager.
"Yes, Mr. Zhong is right. We are not roundworms in the stomach of the Bloodclothed Underworld Sect. Why do we care what they do? Let's go and settle accounts with them directly. "Pure Yang Tianzun said immediately after listening to Zhong Pingliang's words.
"That's right, then let's go!" Dongfang Badao nodded.
They walked toward Widow Wang's grocery store at the head of the village. When they saw the shabby grocery store, they frowned. The three Ancestors of the Blood-clothed Netherworld Sect were people who had seen the world. How could they eat in such a low-class place? Was there something wrong with them?
However, several people still walked into the grocery store. What surprised them was that, on a table not far away, they saw the three ancestors of the Bloodclothed Underworld Sect, Ancestor Netherworld, and Ancestor Yinsen. However, there was another person sitting opposite them, and they didn't know what this person was doing.
Of course, they didn't care. Who cares what this person was doing? Irrelevant people dared to meddle in other people's business.
"Bosses, are you here to buy or to eat?" When Widow Wang saw another group of well-dressed people, she thought that they were in cahoots with Patriarch Netherworld and the others. She thought to herself, "I'm really lucky today. I'm going to make a fortune!"
President Qian Boguang of the Black Horse Gang took the lead. He didn't pay attention to Widow Wang. In his eyes, Widow Wang was almost the same as an ant. His purpose here was to kill the chicken to warn the monkey. He wanted to kill Ancestor Yinsen and force the remaining two ancestors to submit!
In fact, from a personal point of view, the hatred between the Bloodclothed Underworld Sect and the president of the Black Horse Gang was not the biggest. Qian Boguang actually looked down on the dead Supreme Elder. That person was an expert of the older generation who first stepped into the peak late stage of Heaven Stage. He didn't put Qian Boguang, the president, in his eyes. Even if Qian Boguang was promoted to the peak late stage Heaven Stage Great Perfection, that old thing still ignored him!
To be honest, when his strength was weaker than him, Qian Boguang tolerated it. After all, although he was the president, in the cultivation world, strength was respected. So, the other party ignored his orders. But now he was also an expert of the peak late stage Heaven Stage Great Perfection, and the other party still had such an attitude. It was a bit problematic.
Therefore, this person was dead. From Qian Boguang's point of view, he didn't need to be angry.
However, from the perspective of the Black Horse Gang, this person was an expert of the peak late stage Heaven Stage Great Perfection. He was the pillar of the Black Horse Gang. His death would have a huge impact on the overall strength of the Black Horse Gang!
Of course, there was another point. The person who killed the elder on the stage was from the Bloodclothed Underworld Sect! It was reasonable to say that the Bloodclothed Underworld Sect and the Black Horse Gang were both ancient sects. They took people's money to eliminate disasters. The two were similar in nature, but there was no conflict in their business. Therefore, they had always appreciated each other and minded their own business. Now, the Bloodclothed Underworld Sect broke the rules first. How could Qian Boguang not be angry?
Therefore, this hatred was huge. Today, he must personally kill Old Ancestor Yin Sen to restore the Black Horse Gang's face. Otherwise, he would be the president for nothing.
"Hey? You guys, you are … "Widow Wang looked at the people who entered the door. Their faces were all gloomy. Suddenly, her heart trembled. Could it be that these people were not here to eat? Were they here to cause trouble? But I'm just a small shop in a mountain village. I haven't offended anyone. Why are they here to cause trouble?
"You stay away. We are here to find someone to settle the score. It's none of your business." Dongfang Badao looked at Widow Wang coldly and said overbearingly.
"Ah? Looking for someone? " Widow Wang was shocked. In this house, besides Old Lin, there were only three people who were dressed like them. Could it be that they were here to find those three people? These three people were really troublemakers. Don't implicate Doctor Lin. If something happened to Doctor Lin, who would the patients in the surrounding villages find for treatment?
However, although she was anxious, these people were obviously not here with good intentions. Widow Wang didn't dare to say anything. She could only cough twice as a warning and let Old Lin quickly leave. These people could do whatever they wanted. She could only admit that she was unlucky if the shop was destroyed.
"Bloodclothed, Underworld, Yin Sen, you didn't expect it, right? You hid so far away, but we still found you? " Pure Yang Empyrean snorted coldly and looked at the only customer in this small shop. "It's useless to hide. Today, we are here to avenge our dead brothers. Pure Yin Empyrean died in your hands, right?"
"We, the Bloodclothed Underworld Sect, take money from others to eliminate disasters. This has always been our rule. If those who died had the same idea as you, then we wouldn't be in this business," Bloodclothed Old Ancestor said faintly.
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