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"What did you say?! Say it again!" Luo Yao stared at the man angrily.

At this time, there was a burst of sound not far away, and the three of them looked over there.

From a distance, it looked like more than half of the village was on fire.

Luo Yao looked at the man anxiously and yelled, "Where are you hiding?"

Luo Yao's expression was a little scary. The man swallowed and said indifferently, "He's hiding in the village. Don't you know that?"

Anger is sometimes useless and only shows one's incompetence. Luo Yao calmed down, put away his sword and looked at the man with contempt.

"You don't think we're new here, do you? You don't think we don't know that you're trafficking children from the village, do you? You don't think... those buyers can get away, do you?"

After hearing Luo Yao say a lot of "You don't think...", the man knew what he meant. He couldn't help but show fear in his eyes and his mind was a little confused for a while.

"Li Er."

Li Er responded and walked towards the human trafficker.

The trafficker reacted quickly, pulled out two daggers, and flew onto the roof, laughing. "Where's your old man?! The man who followed me was killed by us in a trap a long time ago. The spike pierced his heart. He couldn't be deader! You guys are just new here!"

Luo Yao frowned as he looked at the man standing on the eaves.

Seeing that Luo Yao didn't seem to be lying, the man's heart skipped a beat and he tried to run away. Li Er pulled out the dagger from his boot and swung it out.

The movement was quick and decisive, and the dagger was so fast that Luo Yao couldn't even see it clearly.

With a scream, the human trafficker fell from the broken roof and rolled twice on the ground.

Luo Yao walked over step by step.

"Is running away fun?"

The man didn't dare to touch his calf which was pierced by the dagger, and screamed with his mouth open.

Luo Yao frowned as he listened to the man's deafening screams.

Li Er quickly drew his knife and said in a cold tone, "You scumbag, your screaming is disturbing my young master. If you scream again, I'll cut off your mouth!"

The man opened his mouth to breathe, not daring to howl anymore. He looked at Li Er as if he was looking at a man-eating evil ghost.

"Where are the people hiding?!" Luo Yao's patience was exhausted as he watched the fire grow bigger and bigger.

"Hide...in..." The man's eyes turned quickly, and he was still trying to play tricks.

Without saying a word, Li Er stabbed the man's other calf with his sword.

The sudden and piercing scream frightened Luo Yao so much that his heart jumped to his throat, and he looked at Li Er in disbelief.

Li Er narrowed his eyes and looked at the trafficker, asking word by word, "Where is the person?"

The man's voice trembled with fear: "In... in the ancestral hall on the mountainside!"

The trafficker said this and waved his hand vigorously. Luo Yao felt something was wrong.

There was nothing bad. One of the man's hands was chopped off, and the splattered blood splashed on Luo Yao's skirt. Powder of unknown substance fell in the air.

Not sure if he was frightened by the scene or afraid of the falling powder, Luo Yao covered his mouth and nose and stared at Li Er blankly. Li Er cut the man's calf with a knife.

The screams turned into silence in Luo Yao's ears.

"What I hate most are people who run fast and people who try to be clever."

Li Er's voice was emotionless. He slashed the man more than ten times and chopped off his head at the moment when the man was about to faint from the pain. Luo Yao nervously closed his eyes.

Something rolled to the ground, and there was a dull sound, as if Li Er had kicked the man.

After killing the man, Li Er put away his knife and his voice returned to normal. "Let's go, young master. I'm sorry to have scared you. At this critical moment, you were so worried about the young master, and this scumbag dared not answer your questions seriously and spoke rudely to you. I can't relieve my dissatisfaction without torturing him."

Luo Yao was dragged by Li Er for a distance in a daze before he came to his senses. His eyes quietly moved to the sword that Li Er used to kill people.

Fortunately, the sword was clean and there was no blood on it at all, so Luo Yao felt relieved.

The two men quickly crossed the half of the village that had not yet caught fire, and landed in front of a house that had just been lit and the fire was not too big.

A secret guard fell to the ground with a deep cut on his shoulder. Luo Yao ran over in disbelief.

"What's going on? Where's Liar B?!"

The secret guard pointed at the burning house with difficulty, "The human trafficker and Twelve went into this room and haven't come out yet..."

"Second brother! You take care of him, I'll go in and take a look!"

Luo Yao said as he dived into the fire without waiting for Li Er to react. Li Er quickly took out a bottle of medicine and stuffed it into the hands of the secret guard, saying quickly: "It will stop the bleeding. You won't feel the pain for a while. Go that way and leave the village quickly. Everything is on fire!"

After Li Er finished speaking, he left his secret guard Fifteen behind and rushed into the sea of fire.

As soon as he entered, he saw an open cellar entrance. Li Er jumped into the cellar without hesitation.

Luo Yao was indeed in the cellar. When he saw Li Er coming, he frowned but said nothing.

"Since it disappeared here, there must be another passage in this cellar. The ancestral hall on the mountainside is not close to here, so there must be a shortcut here!"

Li Er stood in the cellar with his eyes closed, feeling the change in the air flow in the space. A barely perceptible breeze blew in from the corner.

Li Er suddenly opened his eyes and walked over there, "Young Master, the door is here!"

Luo Yao followed him, and Li Er moved the pottery jar on the wall, and a very simple mechanism door opened in front of the two of them.

Luo Yao was a little surprised that there was such a thing in this small village, but now was not the time to be surprised.

The two men quickly entered the cave and moved forward quickly with a tinder. The space inside was very spacious, but when they reached the exit, they found that a heavy object was pressing down on the entrance.

"Damn it!" Li Er cursed.

Luo Yao: "What's going on outside?"

"There are sounds of fighting."

"Could you open this exit, brother?"

Li Er: "Young Master, please move away first. This scumbag is pressing down on the water tank."

Luo Yao stepped aside, and Li Er drew his knife and stabbed him. With a loud crash, the pottery jar broke and collapsed. The water inside the jar all flowed out, soaking Luo Yao's shoes.

Li Er didn't care that he was soaked all over. He punched the wooden floor and the two of them climbed out from the memorial tablet on the ground.

The shrill cry of a child in the air made Luo Yao's heart tremble. He stumbled towards the direction of the sound and found his brother tied to a chair.

Luo Yao ran over in a hurry. The burning beam above his head fell down and hit Luo Yao on his back. Luo Yao protected Luo Xinchen and called out, "Brother is coming, brother is coming...Brother Chenchen is here, it's okay, it's okay!"

Li Er cut the ropes that bound Luo Xinchen and shouted, "Young Master! Hurry up, the roof is on fire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the circle of grass along the wall caught fire.

Luo Yao stared blankly at the ancestral hall that instantly turned into a sea of fire. After a moment of confusion, he quickly reacted and picked up his brother to leave the ancestral hall.

After walking around and finding the gate of the ancestral hall, the two were shocked to see the person leaning against the door.

"Yuan Zhaoling, why are you here?!"

"You're here... Hurry up and find a way to open this door..." Yuan Zhaoling fainted while holding a pile of messy things.

Li Er grabbed Yuan Zhaoling's collar and dragged him to the ground, then went forward to look at the locked door. This human trafficker was a real bastard, as he had locked six or seven doors.

"Young Master, this door..." It took some time. Li Er turned around to look at Luo Yao. The room was already filled with thick smoke, and sparks kept falling from the sky. Luo Yao was sitting on the ground with his back against a beam. He had lost consciousness, but he was still covering the young master's mouth and nose with his wet sleeves.

Li Er ran over in panic to check on his young master, and the door was kicked into pieces with a bang.

The six locks were cut off by a sword and fell down with a clatter. Li Er looked at the clear blade on the locks and looked up to see who was coming.

A man who looks somewhat familiar.

Half of the man's face turned black, and he looked like he was on the verge of exploding.

The man walked into the ancestral hall in two or three steps, picked up his young master, and picked up the child who was curled up on the ground and had also fainted.

Li Er was stunned for a moment, then he reacted quickly and carried the dying Yuan Zhaoling on the ground and left the ancestral hall.

There were secret guards and bodyguards kneeling on the ground outside. Li Er crawled into the dirty cellar and walked in the sea of fire again. There were two black marks on his face, which made him look a little funny.

Looking at the secret guards kneeling on the ground outside and a corpse with its head chopped off, Li Er felt a little out of sorts.

One day, Li Er was actually rescued by someone. Li Er's gaze shifted to the man with his back to him.

Li Er already remembered who this person was. Although he had never seen the real person, he had indeed seen this person's portrait.

The current Prince of Yong'an, Bei Zhenting... Li Er sniffed, and the thirty-year-old man suddenly felt an urge to complain.

*Your Highness, you are too slow. You don’t even know that the young master and I were almost burned to death just now!

Li Er's gaze fell on the sword at Bei Zhenting's waist...