Nine Nether Realm.

Old house.

"Take it!"

As soon as he entered the yard, the middle-aged man pushed the old man next to him out and gave him a sharp shout.

The old man exclaimed, staggered forward and rushed out for a few steps before regaining his balance, and looked at the middle-aged man behind him in confusion.

Immediately afterwards, several strong men rushed out of the diagonal stab and put their knives directly on the old man's neck.

In the originally dark old house, several torches suddenly lit up, illuminating the courtyard.

"What are you doing?"

"Who are you?"

Under the firelight, the old man looked at several strong men and middle-aged men holding knives in panic, and asked tremblingly, his face full of fear.

"Should I ask you this?!"

"Tell me, who are you?!"

The middle-aged man stared at the old man and asked in a deep voice. The smile he had originally squeezed out had disappeared, and his face was full of murderous intent.

"I'm the only one who's on duty. What are you doing to make things difficult for me?"

"I'm here to see my grandson, please let me go..."

The old man looked at the middle-aged man innocently and said, his face a little pale.

"Stop playing tricks on me! I heard it clearly just now. You said you wanted to drink blood?! What do you know?!"

"Also, how do you know your grandson is here?!"

"Who sent you?!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, refused to listen to the old man's explanation, and asked sternly.

"I'm really here to see my grandson. Have you seen my grandson? Is he really here?!"

The old man looked at the middle-aged man in surprise and fear, and asked with trembling lips.

"I'm afraid you'll never see him again!"

"Since you refuse to tell me, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, raised his hand and gave the order to take action.

"Don't kill me!"

The old man opened his eyes wide in horror, waved his hands and shouted, but before he could finish his words, a strong man with a knife standing next to him had already picked up the knife in his hand and slashed directly at his neck!

But before the strong man's knife fell, the panicked old man accidentally hit him in the chest with his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the strong man holding the knife fell straight backwards and fell to the ground without saying a word, and the knife in his hand flew away.

The incident happened suddenly, and everyone present was stunned. Then the second and third strong men all raised their knives and attacked the old man.

However, they ended up like the first strong man. They were all hit by the frightened and panicked old man's fists at different vital points of the body, and fell to the ground before they even had time to scream.

"Don't kill me...don't kill me..."

The old man didn't seem surprised by this. He still shrank his neck in fear and looked at the middle-aged man in panic, his face even paler.

"you..."

The middle-aged man looked at the men lying around the old man with dull eyes, and then looked at the panicked old man. He was speechless for a moment, unable to believe what had just happened.

"I told you not to kill me..."

The old man looked at the middle-aged man helplessly, sighed and said, his words seemed to express his hatred for iron.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The middle-aged man swallowed, looked straight at the rickety old man in front of him, and asked in a deep voice.

"I'm here to see my grandson. I've just said it many times."

The old man looked at the middle-aged man seriously and said with utmost sincerity.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

"Why are you all still standing there?! Kill him!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and issued the order again.

As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen strong men with knives rushed out of the darkness and swarmed towards the seemingly panicked old man.

"Again?"

"Don't kill me...don't kill me..."

The old man hunched over and started to run away while shouting. As he flashed around, more than a dozen strong men couldn't even touch others, but people kept falling down!

Not long after, a dozen strong men holding knives all fell to the ground as expected, sharing the same fate as their previous companions, and no one had time to let out even a scream or groan.

"Are you a human or a ghost?!"

"Who sent you here?!"

The middle-aged man trembled his lips, stared at the old man who was still panic-stricken, and asked hesitantly. His face was now paler than the old man's!

"I'm really here to see my grandson..."

"My dear grandson, please go home with grandpa quickly, okay?"

The old man seemed to be impatient with the questions. He stamped his feet, opened his arms, and slowly walked towards the middle-aged man, showing a kind face.

He regards the middle-aged man as his grandson...

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man was speechless and stared blankly at the old man walking towards him. He didn't know whether he was crazy or the older man in front of him was crazy.

But at this moment, a strong wind suddenly hit, and a black shadow rushed out of the darkness like lightning, heading straight for the old man Da Geng, and struck the old man Da Geng in the back with a palm!

Seeing the black shadow approaching in a blink of an eye, the old man who was staggering towards the middle-aged man suddenly turned around and also struck out with a palm to face the black shadow that suddenly appeared behind him!

There was a roar, and the palms separated as soon as they were put together!

Immediately afterwards, I saw the dark figure who sneaked up from behind grunted, and flew backwards. After landing, he staggered back five steps before regaining his balance!

The old man looked over carefully and found that the person coming was a man in black with a grimace mask on his face, and an unsheathed knife on his back!

The middle-aged man who originally thought he had been saved looked at the older man with his back turned to him in horror. He took a few steps and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Blood blazing?!"

"It seems this is the right place!"

The old man suddenly became extremely calm. He no longer panicked or talked nonsense. Instead, he slowly straightened up and said something calmly.

The voice has also changed!

No longer full of vicissitudes of life!

Not even a hunchback!

"Who the hell are you?!"

The man in black with a grimace on the ground covered his right wrist and asked coldly, with a trace of shock in his hoarse voice.

"Li Wuji!"

The old man said three words lightly, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the wrinkles on his face couldn't help but twitch.

Hearing the old man's answer, the grim-faced man in black and the middle-aged man standing at the door were shocked at the same time!

That's right, the man disguised as a rickety old man is none other than Li Wuji!

The reason why he wasted so much effort was to induce the blood heat! He wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong!

Immediately afterwards, footsteps sounded, and another twenty or thirty strong men with swords and ten men in black with grimaces appeared in the courtyard!

There were more torches, lighting up almost the entire house.

"It's boring, it's not fun anymore."

"Here comes the sword!"

Li Wuji shook his head, looked at the dozens of people surrounding him with some boredom, muttered, and then shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed past the high wall on the side and landed next to Li Wuji!

Lu Yuan also showed up.

After landing, Lu Yuan reached out and took off the sword case on his back, placed it next to Li Wuji, and glanced coldly at the enemies around him.

"Go outside and help. It's enough for me to be here. Don't let anyone go!"

Li Wuji lowered his head and glanced at the sword box, and said lightly.

Lu Yuan nodded, without any hesitation, he tapped his toes on the ground, jumped up, and in a blink of an eye, he jumped out of the wall and left the old house.

Outside the old house, Di Long had already surrounded the place with dozens of Tianshu, and not a single fly could fly out.
To be continued...