Skilled in managing a house

"There is indeed a problem here." Zhang Yu pondered in his heart.

At this moment, Zhang Yu began to worry. Xiao Mingshan had been here for a long time. Can he survive in such a strange place?

This was the place arranged by the weird old woman. Zhang Yu should have foreseen it a long time ago. He could even conclude that the old woman's cultivation level was very high and definitely not inferior to him.

"What should I do now?" Zhang Yu glanced around.

Then he turned his attention to the side room next to him.

"Go over and take a look and see what's wrong there." Zhang Yu immediately walked towards the wing. He believed there should be some article here, but he hadn't discovered it yet.

It was said that this was a formation, but Zhang Yu didn't feel it.

The last battle at Haimen Mountain was also thrilling. But that time, Zhang Yu had never been so nervous. This place now made Zhang Yu inexplicably nervous.

Arriving at the door of the wing, Zhang Yu raised his hand and pushed it, and the door opened with a "squeak".

Immediately afterwards, a smell of blood hit his face.

Zhang Yu subconsciously took a step back, and the money sword already appeared in his palm.

He looked carefully and saw that he was only looking at the leftmost side of the wing. There was nothing unusual about it. From this position, he couldn't see what was going on inside.

Zhang Yu raised his hand and punched in two fire talismans, then rushed in with a single stride.

In the side room, there was a large bunk, and five people were lying on the bunk. To be precise, there should be five corpses.

Before that, no one was seen except the sleeping guy. At this moment, it was simply unbelievable to see five dead people at once.

What's even more weird is that if there was the smell of blood, Zhang Yu thought he would have smelled it long ago, but he didn't notice it at all before opening the door.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yu gritted his teeth. He was vaguely aware that all of his extraordinary qualities seemed to have failed when he entered the courtyard.

The only good thing is that his Taoism is still there.

After calming down his nervousness, Zhang Yu walked beside him, his eyes always staring at the corpse on the bunk.

There is nothing else here, just this bunk bed and the body.

The closer the distance is, the clearer Zhang Yu can see. On the outermost corpse, the neck was covered with blood. When he took a closer look, Zhang Yu's heart "thumped" again.

"This this."

Zhang Yu's mouth was open. He had seen all kinds of battles, and it was not like he had never seen scenes more terrifying than this. But now, Zhang Yu was stunned.

It turned out that the head of the corpse had been separated from the body. It looked like the blade was neat and the head must have been chopped off with one blow.

Everyone knows that beheading is not an easy task. Executioners need special training, otherwise, it is impossible to chop off a person's head with one knife.

Zhang Yu moved forward slowly, looking at the corpses one after another. Every corpse is the same, all with their heads separated.

Looking at the appearance of these people, they are of different ages. They are roughly in their mid-twenties to forties. Their clothes are also smart. The young people pay attention to fashion, and the older people pay attention to respectability.

Judging from the condition of the body, the time of death was only a day or two. The only thing that made Zhang Yu secretly happy was that Xiao Mingshan was not among them.

"Are they just a suspicion created by the old woman, or did they really die here?" Zhang Yu muttered, unsure in his heart.

After observing for a while, there was really nothing worthy of nostalgia, so Zhang Yu walked out of the wing.

Once in the courtyard, he discovered something was wrong again. That is, the door of the ancestral hall that was open before is now closed.

This seemed to be reasonable, and Zhang Yu was not surprised. Since the courtyard door could close by itself just now, it doesn't seem to be a big deal if the ancestral hall door closes by itself.

Zhang Yu looked at the last check-in room. This was the only room he hadn't entered yet, so he might as well go in and have a look.

Arriving at the check-in door, Zhang Yu pushed the door open.

With a "clang", the door opened, and Zhang Yu felt a chilling air coming out.

This breath made Zhang Yu subconsciously take two steps back, with the money sword guarding his chest.

However, Zhang Yu did not see anything unusual except for the murderous aura, let alone anyone showing up.

"What a murderous spirit."

Zhang Yu groaned, then walked forward, punched in two fire talismans as usual, and rushed into the room with one stride.

The check-in room is even more simple. There is no connecting bunk. To be precise, there is not even a chair in sight.

However, there are seven wooden signs hanging on the wall.

These seven wooden plaques looked like seven large command arrows. Zhang Yu looked carefully and saw large red lacquer characters engraved on them.

The first wooden sign said - Kill those who are greedy!

The second wooden sign said - traitors, kill!

The third wooden sign says - Those who start chaos and end up giving up, kill!

The fourth wooden sign says - Kill those who bully the weak!

The fifth wooden sign says - "Those who repay kindness with hatred shall be killed!"

The sixth wooden sign says - Those who are disobedient and unfilial will be killed!

The seventh wooden sign says - Those who persist in evil will be killed!

After reading the big red lacquer characters on the wooden sign, Zhang Yu felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Every word engraved on it appears vigorous and powerful, and contains a compelling murderous aura. But after careful consideration, there seems to be nothing wrong with the Seven Kills statement above.

If someone violates these seven rules, it would not be an exaggeration to kill them.

If you see this in other places, it will obviously be very inappropriate, but this is the Bao Gong Temple, and it seems reasonable to have such things written on it.

There was nothing else here. Zhang Yu turned around and walked out of the room.

As Zhang Yu expected, the door of the wing opposite had closed automatically.

"Bao Gong's Temple..." Zhang Yu turned to look at the ancestral hall and muttered in his heart again.

This was the only place where he couldn't see through it at all.

In a moment, Zhang Yu took out the three-pointer compass from his arms, bit the tip of his tongue, and squirted a mouthful of blood on it.

"Crash..."

The compass needle started turning immediately.

Zhang Yu wanted to see where he was now, where was safe, where was dangerous, and what weird things were hidden there.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed. The pointer keeps turning, with no intention of stopping.

This situation has also happened before, during the Tomb of Hopelessness. Except for that time, nothing similar has happened. This is the second time.

"It's not easy..." Zhang Yu gritted his teeth.

He knew in his heart that once the compass stopped working, it meant that the place he was in was already the most dangerous place. Moreover, there is no way out.

"Since there is no way to survive, I can only find a way to survive... My life has always been hard..." Zhang Yu said in his heart and put the compass in his arms again.

In fact, what he said is simply nonsense. As a man with the halo of the protagonist, how could he not be so lucky!

Zhang Yu walked towards the courtyard door, came to the door, raised his hand and pushed the courtyard door open, "Clang..."

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Dear brothers and sisters, Lao Tie still has many urgent tasks in his hands. I’ll update two chapters for now, and I’ll take the time to write out the other two chapters during the day.

Please rest assured, everyone, after these few days of busy work, I will definitely explode! !