From the morning, I have almost lived on porridge.

But right now, Han Sanqian showed no sign of coming back.

"Report!"

With a shout, the listless Fu Mang regained his energy for a moment, stood up, and hurriedly looked at the patrolling disciples who ran down from upstairs.

"How's it going?"

"Did Sanqian come back?"

"Are we saved?"

There is no need for Fu Mang to ask more, the others can't wait to ask.

Fu Mang also swallowed his saliva, and looked at his disciple eagerly.

"Mountain... There was a terrible explosion on the other side of the mountain, and the clouds were overcast, and screams could be heard faintly." The disciple glanced at the crowd and said a little worried.

"Ha, it must be that Sanqian is killing the enemy in a bloodbath, and the gang of dogs who killed him screamed in pain." Fu Mang forced a smile, trying to cheer up the hearts of the people present.

"Yes, this possibility is not ruled out." Fu Li hastily echoed.

"However... the scream seems to be made by one person, and the voice... the voice is very similar to that of the leader, I suspect..." At this point, the disciple dared not speak.

But everyone present understood what he meant. The single voice was very similar to the leader. Didn't this already explain everything?

Han Sanqian was arrested, and even...maybe even in danger.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, a heavy slap hit the disciple's face.

"Nonsense, deceitful words to confuse the crowd, how could Sanqian be arrested? How could Sanqian scream in pain? Let me tell you, if you talk nonsense here, don't blame me for not being a brother, and kill you on the spot !� Fu Mang said angrily.

Notifying the disciple to touch his sore face, he felt aggrieved: "Everything that the disciple said is true, especially after nightfall, you can hear the leader's screams. If you don't believe it, just help the leader to go up and have a look."

"How dare you say, I'm fucking..." Fu Mang scolded angrily, lowered his head and found his own big knife, ready to draw it to kill.

"enough!"

"boom!"

With a roar, the table was suddenly slapped, and immediately, Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng stood up, looking at Fu Mang coldly: "It's already this time, haven't you tossed enough?"

"I didn't make a fuss, he was talking nonsense!" Fu Mang shouted angrily, pointing at the disciple.

"From the beginning to the end, the Buddha's voice has never disappeared for a moment, and it has not diminished in size. If three thousand kills the enemy, I ask you, why does the Buddha's voice remain unchanged?"

As long as Han Sanqian starts to kill the enemy, the number of enemies will decrease, and the number of Buddhist songs they recite will naturally decrease. It is almost no need to think about this issue, everyone understands it.

It's just that, like Fu Mang, Han Sanqian is the last straw, and no one wants to admit this fact.

Following Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng's words, the atmosphere of the whole scene fell into a deathly silence.

It was already difficult enough, but now that I heard such bad news, my last hope was shattered, and it would be false to say that I was not depressed.

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