Chen Xuedao received the signal from his adopted son and no longer doubted it, but his brows frowned even tighter.

He looked around at his children and said in a low tone, "What do you think?"

Zhao Youcai: "Naturally, I will go to Shenjian Villa to find out."

Chen Wei: "That's right, no matter what kind of evil heretics are, this girl will set them all on fire."

Zhuo Peiran: "The reputation of the Yellow Flag Escort cannot be damaged."

Chen Xuedao sighed silently, and looked at Lin Ci, the youngest adoptive son:

"Ci'er, what do you think?"

Assuming that the information is true, it would seem very strange that the extermination of the Shenjian Villa had not been reported for three years, and the complexity of the plot suddenly soared.

Chen Xuedao and the others were "blinded" by the spiritual realm, so they didn't know about the event of the extermination of the Shenjian Villa? Based on my understanding of the spirit realm, this dart trip should not be a fiction.

But this incident really happened back then. The Shenjian Villa in history was most likely to be wiped out silently. I don�t know how the Yellow Flag Escort Bureau ended. Zhang Yuanqing�s thoughts changed sharply when he heard Chen Xuedao�s question , so he asked suspiciously:

"Realist Xuanyu doesn't want to reveal the details. It seems that there are other secrets. Yifu, can his words be trusted?"

Chen Xuedao said: "Realist Xuanyu is my friend for many years."

The implication is that he believes in the information of Master Xuanyu.

Xuanyu Daoist is a fringe supporting role in the dungeon, and has little to do with this dart escort, so there is really no need to spread fake news. Zhang Yuanqing became more and more sure that the murder of the Shenjian Villa happened for real, and said:

"We've already boarded the thief ship. Abandoning the darts at this time will damage the reputation of the Escort on the one hand, and on the other hand, it's hard to deal with the murderous thing in the coffin, so we can't bring it back to the Escort.

"Besides, the remaining silver taels haven't been taken yet. I think the coffin should be sent to Shenjian Villa."

For me, no matter how weird the Excalibur Villa is, it is a follow-up matter. The top priority is to complete the side missions and deal with the enemies lurking in the dark. Zhang Yuanqing's thinking is very clear.

Chen Xuedao nodded slightly: "It makes sense."

Also agreeing to send darts, Lin Ci's argument is well-founded, and his analysis is clear. On the other hand, two sons and one daughter will only show their courage.

Zhang Yuanqing felt that Zhuo Peiran gave him a displeased look.

During these two days of getting along, he noticed that the relationship between Lin Ci and Zhuo Peiran was not good. As the eldest brother, Zhuo Peiran almost never took the initiative to communicate with him.

Obviously, he didn't like this seventh brother.

With this episode, the spirits of the bodyguards became more and more heavy, with less smiles on their faces, and more restlessness and vigilance.

But with Chen Xuedao in charge, and people who are used to licking blood from the edge of the knife, they really don't spare their lives, so no one flinches.

After lunch, under the guidance of Chen Xuedao, the bodyguards found a small stream, brushed the horse's nose, replenished water, and continued on the road.

Going south all the way, at full speed, in just three hours, I encountered two waves of bandits.

The first wave of bandits was small, with more than 30 people, Zhuo Peiran led four cavalry directly into the crowd, chopping melons and vegetables and killing them.

The leader of the bandit was a swordsman in the super-mortal realm. Facing the bewitching demon at the saint stage, he had no power to fight back, so he cut off his head with a single blow.

The second wave of bandits was larger, with more than one hundred people, twenty horses, more than a dozen bows, and each a long iron sword. The leader was a water ghost from the Saint Realm.

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