Chapter 115 Disciple

Liu San was overjoyed when he heard Qin Yang's words and hurriedly called out several people in the room.

At this moment, Wang Qitian was dumbfounded.

There are all kinds of crooked melons and cracked dates.

A big fat man, a sick man who kept coughing, and a man who had a broken hand.

These people don't look like martial arts training materials.

In comparison, Liu Sandu seemed to be a normal person.

"this"

Wang Qitian scratched his head.

"Listen up, you guys. I'm just conveying something today."

"Someone will come over tomorrow to teach you martial arts, so prepare well."

Qin Yang also pretended to say a few words.

These people immediately became excited.

Wang Qitian still wanted to speak, but Qin Yang pulled him away.

"Who recruited this?"

"I'm afraid even the lowest gangs in the world won't want these."

Wang Qitian frowned.

"How do I know this is a matter for your Overlord Gun Sect?"

Qin Yang said calmly.

"No. I have to ask clearly."

"Find Cheng Hai first. This guy must know some secrets."

The Cheng Hai mentioned by Wang Qitian is naturally his best friend since childhood.

He quickly found the deacons and elders responsible for managing the disciples' residence.

The elder was stunned for a moment when he heard that Wang Qitian was looking for Cheng Hai.

"Young Master, don't you know? Cheng Hai passed away due to an accident half a month ago."

The elder deacon whispered.

"died?"

"How can it be?!"

Wang Qitian's expression changed drastically.

"It's true. One night half a month ago, Cheng Hai went crazy while practicing and died suddenly."

The elder deacon said seriously.

"How could Cheng Hai, who has such a calm temperament, be possessed by fire?"

Wang Qitian didn't believe this at all.

He knows his hair too well.

It is absolutely impossible for Cheng Hai to go crazy.

"This is a fact."

"There are always some surprises in the world, young master."

"My condolences and acceptance."

The elder deacon comforted him.

"I still can't believe it."

"Where is Cheng Hai's body buried?"

Wang Qitian asked.

"The sect master ordered that his body be burned into ashes and sent people back to his hometown."

The elder deacon said.

Wang Qitian's expression changed.

He wanted to say something, but there was nothing blameworthy about Wang Shuangliu's decision.

"Young Sect Master, I still have something to be busy with."

"I'll take my leave now."

The deacon elder suddenly ended the conversation and left in a hurry without even waiting for Wang Qitian to reply.

"So weird."

Wang Qitian felt that he had an indescribable strange feeling when he returned to Bawang Gunmen after a few months.

"You forgot to ask something."

Qin Yang said suddenly.

"That's right. I haven't asked how those crooked melons and split dates were recruited."

Wang Qitian was so concerned about Cheng Hai's life and death that he forgot about it.

After Qin Yang's reminder, he finally remembered.

"I guess if you ask, he won't answer you."

Qin Yang said calmly.

"I'll ask the others."

Wang Qitian really didn’t believe it.

Next.

He visited several familiar classmates one after another.

But the other party was either absent or gave the same answer as the deacon and elder.

And those strange disciples who are recruited always have only one answer.

"have no idea"

Because the matter of recruiting disciples is really not their turn.

"There is definitely something wrong with Cheng Hai's death."

Wang Qitian and Qin Yang came to a corner and whispered.

"But now that the bodies have been burned to ashes, how do you want to check them?"

Qin Yang asked.

"What happened to my overlord gun sect?!"

Wang Qitian frowned.

He swore that there must have been some strange changes in the Overlord Gun Gate.

"Who is responsible for recruiting disciples in your sect?"

Qin Yang asked.

"My father doesn't care about that."

"Recruiting disciples is the responsibility of the Great Elder Lu Shen."

Wang Qitian replied.

"Then ask him."

"Let's see what he says." Qin Yang said softly.

"Okay!" Wang Qitian dealt with the sadness of his friend's death.

Now that the Overlord Gun Sect is like this, he can only investigate one thing at a time.

But when he arrived at the great elder's residence, he was turned away.

"What. The great elder went into seclusion to practice?"

Wang Qitian frowned.

"right"

"The Great Elder went into seclusion to practice two months ago and has not yet come out."

The disciple on duty said softly.

"It is impossible that if the great elder goes into seclusion, there will now be a group of new disciples recruited."

"Who recruited these disciples?"

Wang Qitian asked.

"Young master, I am only responsible for guarding the elders' retreat. I don't know much about these things."

The disciple on duty smiled bitterly.

"Okay, give me this set."

Wang Qitian sneered.

After that, Wang Qitian relentlessly found a few ordinary disciples, but no matter how he coerced or lured them, it was of no use.

These disciples just insisted that they didn’t know.

"damn it."

"Find another one, and this time I put a gun through his throat to see if he says anything!"

Wang Qitian gritted his teeth and said.

"How dare you do this? How can you survive in Bawang Gunmen in the future?"

Qin Yang said calmly.

"But I don't know what to do now." Wang Qitian sighed.

I don't know if it's true or not, a mysterious letter.

My friend Cheng Hai died suddenly and mysteriously.

The weird disciple he recruited.

There are also some weird behaviors of the elders and disciples in the sect.

After today's encounter, Wang Qitian felt that the Overlord Gun Gate was completely different from what he remembered.

Extremely unfamiliar.

Even the young master of the sect felt like he was being completely excluded.

This feeling made Wang Shaotian extremely uncomfortable.

Because in his heart, Bawang Gunmen is his home.

But now the home has become strange and strange, making it uncomfortable for everyone.

"It's okay. Let's go back first." Qin Yang said softly.

Wang Qitian gathered his mood and took Qin Yang back to his courtyard.

At the end of a busy day, the sky was dark and gloomy.

Just then, a disciple brought dinner.

A whole table of wine and food, meat and vegetables, all delicious and delicious.

"It seems like your father is still kind to you."

Qin Yang smiled.

"How can I still be in the mood to eat now?"

Wang Qitian shook his head.

He picked up the wine jar on the table, broke the cork, and spilled it on the floor.

"Brother, here's to you."

This wine was obviously given to Cheng Hai.

After toasting, he picked up his chopsticks and prepared to take a few bites.

But he found that Qin Yang had no intention of using his chopsticks.

"Qin Yang. Why don't you eat?"

Wang Qitian asked.

"Do you dare to eat it?" Qin Yang said calmly.

"It's impossible for someone to poison me." Wang Qitian frowned.

"I don't know, I don't dare eat anything here right now."

Qin Yang said.

"What should we do?" Wang Qitian put down his chopsticks.

So many strange things happened today, which made him a little more wary of the people from Bawang Gun Sect.

"Let's go. Go hunting in the back mountains."

Qin Yang stood up.

"What about these dishes?" Wang Qitian asked.

"Dig a hole, pour it all down, and then pretend like we've finished eating."