"That's right, that's the old house of the Tianxia Mercenary Group. Wasn't it the mercenary group that was surrounded by the Yuchi family last time?"
"The mercenary group... must have offended the enemy. The enemy came here to seek revenge last night."
"It was completely burned! The surrounding houses were not affected, and it was obviously aimed at the mercenary group in the world!"
"If we hadn't seen the fire over there this morning, I'm afraid we wouldn't know about it until now."
The common people around were talking about the gossip that spread throughout Sanquan City early in the morning.
Ye Qingluo was not interested in these gossips at all.
But vaguely, I heard everyone discussing burning, Tianxiatuan, and enemies.
She was distracted to listen.
After hearing what the common people said, her face turned as pale as a piece of paper.
"Ah, Ah Xuan!"
Ye Qingluo gripped Di Moxuan's robe tightly.
Di Moxuan looked solemn, and held her little hand tightly: "Go back and have a look first."
The two speeded up and hurried towards the old house.
Before approaching the old house, Ye Qingluo smelled a strong smell of smoke and dust.
Dozens of common people surrounded him, pointing and pointing.
Ye Qingluo's face became paler and paler.
She let go of Di Moxuan's arm, and in a flash, she quickly moved to the door of the old house.
Surrounded by more than a dozen yamen servants, they were carrying out corpses one after another from the old house.
Ye Qingluo bumped into a yamen servant, and immediately dropped the stretcher he was carrying.
The body on the stretcher fell to the ground.
The corpse had been burnt and gave off an extremely pungent smell.
The yamen servant was sent to carry the corpse early in the morning. He raised his head and cursed: "Who dares to disturb the government's work? Or die!"
When his eyes touched Ye Qingluo, the yamen servant's face changed: "Three, the young master of Sanquan Sect."
Ye Qingluo ignored the yamen servant, staring straight at the dark corpse: "How many people died?"
"Young, young suzerain, my condolences... Don't worry, the government will find the murderer and avenge the world's mercenary group..." the yamen servant stammered.
In the entire Sanquan City, there was no one who didn't know Ye Qingluo.
It is also well known that Ye Qingluo is the deputy head of the Tianxia regiment.
Ye Qingluo's face was cold, and he raised his hand to grab the collar of the yamen servant: "I ask you, how many people died!"
The yamen servant's legs softened: "At present, the government has carried out more than 30 corpses, all of which were burned to the point of inhuman shape, and their identities cannot be identified. There are nearly a hundred corpses in the backyard..."
The yamen servant at the side answered: "Sovereign Young Master, someone must be looking for revenge! There are obvious signs of fighting in the backyard, please think carefully about whether you have had revenge with anyone recently."
Ye Qingluo turned a deaf ear to their words.
There was a "buzzing" sound in my head, about to explode.
She stared at the pitch-black corpse lying on the ground, her breath was short of breath.
She clenched her fists tightly, walked quickly, and rushed into the old house.
"Xiao Luo'er, calm down!" Di Moxuan stretched out his hand to grab Ye Qingluo's arm.
Her little hands were cold and still shaking.
To be precise, Ye Qingluo's body was trembling constantly.
Even snuggling in Di Moxuan's arms, her body was still trembling.
A stunning face, extremely pale.
There was a gleam of crystal tears in the charming eyes, and the face of Mo Xuan, the god, was empty and lifeless.
"Ah Xuan..."
Ye Qingluo took a tight breath, "Come with me... accompany me in, I want to make sure..."
The bodies of those teenagers were not recognized by others.
But she recognized it.
The corpse that fell on the ground was not those of Tianxiatuan.
More than a hundred dead bodies in the backyard...
Not necessarily, it is the teenagers of the Tianxia regiment.
She had to go in and check for herself!