Start from the thief

"Ha, I didn't expect someone could make this pig so angry. Otherwise, it would take a lot of effort to kill him."

The long sword was drawn out, and even if the elder was at the eighth level of heaven, he could not withstand such a fatal wound as a pierced heart. He fell to the ground, groaning twice, his eyes wide open, and died just like that.

Yu Zhao knelt on the ground, holding his neck and coughing for a long time, then turned his head to look at his companion in black who had saved his life.

"who are you?"

"Ha, I want to ask who you are. There are a total of twenty-three disciples left in the headquarters, and now it has become twenty-four. Which one is a human and which one is a ghost?"

An extremely thin man bent his arm to wipe the blood off the knife, staring at the three young monks in front of him.

"Don't look at me. I'm at the fifth level. I saw your tricks clearly from the side just now. See? This ancestral sword of mine is a good thing of the Xuan level. You don't stand a chance."

The man looked at Zhao Yushu and the other two, who were ready to make a move, sneered, and began to grope the elder's body.

"No? How come there isn't?"

The man even poured out the elder's storage bag, and all the good stuff fell to the ground. No one knew what he was looking for.

"Did you really steal it?"

"what are you saying?"

"My god, I always thought that this pig was the one who stole the evidence and tortured us to death to silence us. Did I wrongly accuse him?"

The man raised his head and suddenly pointed at Yu Zhao: "You, which branch are you from, what's your name, when did you join, but I have a lie, my methods are no less than this pig!"

Master Yu was stunned for a moment. Although the elder's claw didn't break his bones, the force was definitely strong. If he forced himself to attack now, his strength would be at most 70% and he would not be able to defeat the opponent.

"Yu Zhao, Bingzhou branch, joined three, almost four years ago."

Master Yu is very aware of the current situation.

"Sounds fine, don't you?"

The man pointed at Zhao Yushu.

"Zhao Liu, from Dongdu, has just started learning for less than a month, and has only just started using the Shadow Steps and Cloud Reaching Hands."

"Where the hell is there anyone named Zhao Liu?"

"Zhao Cheng, I am the sixth child in my family. We are poor, so no one calls me Liu Lang. They all call me Zhao Liu."

The man frowned, which seemed quite reasonable.

"Then it can only be you, kid."

The little servant was stunned, me?

With a chuckle, Zhao Yushu laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Why am I laughing? You've been pretending for so long, but you don't even recognize him. You're the one who's fooling around. Why don't you go ask around in Beimang Mountain and ask everyone here about this and that? The three of us brothers are no match for you. Admit it, you stole our sect's magic weapon. Run away quickly, or else when the sect master comes back, there will be no place for you anywhere in the world."

Zhao Yushu helped Master Yu up with a sneer on his face. Master Yu leaned close to his ear and whispered, "That's not right. I didn't know this kid was Elder Xu's servant."

"Just shut up, thank you."

What a stupid teammate! Fortunately, several of them are cultivators. They use spiritual power to control the range when talking, so they are not worried that the little guy will hear it.

"Laozi! I have been an initiate for a year! No, that's not right. If we are not ghosts, who stole the sect's magic weapon?"

Zhao Yushu spread his hands and said, "Does it matter? Twenty-odd cultivators, killed at will by this fat elder, what does this prove? It proves that our Beimang lineage has long been rotten from the root. If you ask me, before the sect master comes back, we should divide the gifts, you go back to your Bingzhou, I go back to my Dongdu, and this half-human, half-ghost old man, where are you from?"

After just a few words of communication, Zhao Yushu discovered that this young man from the sixth level was not a bloodthirsty person. Instead, he was a bit funny. Although he had a good brain and a high combat IQ, his EQ was average and he was easily bluffed.

But he is indeed a good assassin. For example, he was probably late, or was reluctant to come. As a result, he moved over and saw the stone door closed. He immediately realized something was wrong, but did not run away immediately. Instead, he hid in the dark and waited. As soon as he got a chance, he immediately killed the elder.

It sounds very unreliable for the fifth level heaven to kill the eighth level heaven, but with the blessing of the sword and the means of assassination, as long as the protective spiritual power is broken, everyone is equal.

And judging from the fact that he immediately went to touch the corpse afterwards, this guy had probably had similar thoughts a long time ago, but he didn't expect that Assassin had always been in Zhao Yushu's aura.

Zhao Yushu felt a little confused. If he hadn't come, then had the Assassins been stolen in history? If they were stolen, what did the leader use to wipe out the entire Beimangshan sect, and who stole it?

If it wasn't stolen, the historical line was modified for its own sake?

Another question is, has Yelu Mingjing been here before? If so, what role did he play and what did he do?

Of course the most important thing is, why is Assassin in his hands?

There was a series of questions that Zhao Yushu could not find the answers to even though he had read numerous novels in his previous life.

I can't just turn around and hand Assassin over to the leader of the sect and let him destroy his own sect. Haha, I'm not an idiot, and the leader shouldn't be either.

Wait a moment.

Zhao Yushu's hand that was touching his chin suddenly stopped.

Why do I think that the one who wiped out the entire Beimang clan was the sect leader?

If it’s not him, then who else could it be? It can’t be me, right?

Zhao Yushu was about to cry.

I'm only at the first level.

"Zhao Liu, what's wrong with you?"

Master Yu noticed that Zhao Yushu had a strange expression on his face and was quite concerned.

"Nothing, but I feel bad thinking about living in the underworld for the rest of my life and being hunted day and night by a Neijing Sect Master."

Upon hearing this, the four people who were still able to move sighed in unison.

No matter they stole the Assassins or not, no matter you are the elder's servant or someone's godson, now the whole family is ruined or dead, and only you few are alive. It is you who did it, if not you.

"Or we can die too."

The thin man said something shocking.

"Ok?"

Before the three men could react, the thin man suddenly raised his knife and stabbed it downwards, piercing the heart of the fifth-level senior brother who was still groaning miserably.

"They are all from the same sect, let's give them a quick death. We have so many corpse-destroying tools in our sect. If these corpses are piled together, hey, once the little pink powder is sprinkled, it will all be a fucking pool of blood. Who would know how many people died!"

Everyone's eyes lit up and they nodded.

"But there is still a small problem."

Zhao Yushu raised his hand: "Then who will deal with the body? There must be a living person."

The four of them looked at each other, and their minds began to move.

No matter who it is, he must leave enough evidence to prove that he did it, so that the others can hide their identities safely. This person is almost certain to die.

"How about a draw?"

Master Yu proposed a plan.

"Not appropriate," Zhao Yushu shook his head. "Why not do this? We are leaving anyway, and someone did steal the magic weapon, so it would be reasonable to steal some other things."

Looking at the three confused people, Zhao Yushu cleared his throat and said, "Let's quickly sweep the headquarters and divide the things. Whoever wants the best and the most will take on the task. Let's gamble whether we can escape the pursuit with the things in our hands. How do you think?"