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Qin Fan couldn't see the slightest turmoil on his face, he threw one hand hard, and threw the fake monk to the ground heavily.

At the same time, he turned to Li Gang and the others who were standing in the distance and said, "I'll give you a chance, now go and catch Marshal Yuan."

Li Gang and the others nodded quickly, adored Qin Fan as their idol, and trotted all the way into the inner courtyard.

The fake monk fell heavily to the ground, buttocks first, and almost shed tears from the pain.

"Xiaofan, listen to Master Uncle."

"If it weren't for me, your father, Qin Shang, would have died long ago, and Nao can still survive until today."

Qin Fan was full of anger, pointed his index finger at the fake monk, and said bitterly: "You still talk stubbornly when you are about to die! Shut up!"

"Could it be that my father has been worshiped by you as a bodhisattva in the past few years? Then how can he explain the old wounds on his body!"

"Don't tell me about my uncle one by one! You don't deserve it!"

When the fake monk heard that Qin Fan was so angry, he knelt on the ground in fright, trembling all over, not daring to move.

"Xiaofan, no, no, you are the hero Qin Fan, you should listen to me, the poor monk first."

"Next, the poor monk promises that every sentence said by the poor monk is true, and if there is a half-truth of falsehood, he will be struck by lightning."

Qin Fan smiled coldly, stood in front of the fake monk, looked down at him, and tried his best to restrain and suppress the anger in his eyes.

"Say!"

The simple word "say" reveals a icy chill without any emotional color.

The fake monk didn't dare to be negligent at all, and told everything he knew.

"I'm afraid this story started one night five years ago."

"Your father, Qin Shang, had been away from the temple for twenty years, and that night he suddenly appeared in the temple covered in blood."

"At that time, I had just been promoted to deputy abbot. Although Junior Brother Qin Shang had been a vulgar person for many years, I still recognized him at a glance."

"When I saw him at that time, he was already unconscious and not very clear."

"I kept muttering 'Why, why, why did you kill me!'"

Hearing this, Qin Fan interrupted, "Why does my father keep saying these words?"

The fake monk sighed, shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but I heard from the night watchman that Qin Shang fell from the sky, as if appearing out of nowhere."

"At this time, the old host came out and briefly checked Qin Shang's injuries. It is already difficult to heal."

"As a last resort, the old abbot was merciful, and took out the treasure of the town temple, the flower of nectar, and personally polished it into powder, mixed it with fresh water, and let Qin Shang take it."

"That's how Qin Shang got his life back."

Qin Fan squinted his eyes, not quite believing what the fake monk said.

"According to what you said, not only can I not kill you, but I have to thank you?"

When the fake monk heard this, an embarrassed smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Qin Shang and I are brothers under the abbot's subordinates, so we should help each other."

"shut up!"

"You bastard!"

"Don't you want to tell the truth now!"

Qin Fan pushed the fake monk to the ground with one foot, turned around and stepped on one of the fake monk's hands, stepping on his hand hard.

"Ah! Nephew Qin Fan, uncle hurts!"

"Release quickly!"

"Release quickly!"

Qin Fan snorted coldly, "It seems that you still know the pain, so are you still telling the truth?"

The fake monk's voice was choked up, tears were streaming down his face, and he cried at the top of his throat, "Junior brother, what I'm telling is the truth. If you don't believe this, you can go to the temple to inquire about it."

"If I dare to tell a lie, I will be bombarded by five thunders! I will die a terrible death, and I will never recover!"

Qin Fan let go of the foot on the fake monk's hand, and said lightly, "Say, keep telling me, and tell me everything verbatim."

"If you want to live, you'd better talk until I am satisfied."

The fake monk continued to speak tremblingly: "Although Qin Shang's life was barely saved by grinding herbal medicine into powder, since then, Qin Shang has been insane like this, and his IQ has not been online."

"I learned in the early years that he has a set of secret techniques for cultivation, and I happened to take advantage of Qin Shang's opportunity in the monastery. In the past few years, I have been offering him delicious food and drink, and tried many times to get the secret techniques out of his mouth. "

"But Junior Brother Qin Shang doesn't know if he is really stupid, or if he has been pretending to be stupid, and has been refusing to say it."

Qin Fan looked at the fake monk coldly and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, so I have to thank you for caring for my father for so many years?"

The fake monk quickly shook his head and waved his hands tremblingly: "Don't dare."

Qin Fan continued to ask coldly: "Then why did you bring my father here all the way?"

"And put him in the dog cage!"

"Some of the whiplash on him, it's not from a few years ago."

"I can tell at a glance that it is a new injury that has only been left in the past few months!"

As he was talking, Qin Shang was so angry that he suddenly raised his left foot and stepped on the fake monk's hand.

The five fingers of the fake monk were stepped on, and blood flowed instantly.

"That was Marshal Yuan's idea! He also wanted to obtain the secret technique, so he added torture!"

The fake monk bared his teeth and grinned in agony, begging for mercy violently.

Qin Fan looked at the fake monk coldly, and he had completely seen through him in his heart.

"Since that's the case, then you will go to hell with Zhong Ningcai, the dog!"

Qin Fan raised his foot coldly, gathered all his strength, and suddenly exerted force.

The fake monk opened his mouth wide and shouted hastily: "Don't, don't kill..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Fan's foot fell, and blood spattered immediately, and the fake monk's head was crushed instantly.

Completely lost its vitality——

After doing all this, Qin Fan immediately felt a lot better.

The fake monk has done so many cruel and inhuman things to Qin Shang for so many years.

Now that he ended his life with just one kick, thinking of this, it was indeed a bit cheap for him.

However, Qin Fan still got a lot of useful information from the mouth of the fake monk.

His father, Qin Shang, was not plotted by a fake monk back then.

"The one that fell from the sky... was seriously injured, and was still muttering 'Why did you kill me?'"

Qin Fannan said to himself.

It seems that behind Qin Shang's injury, there is another super strong man.

But for the time being, I can't control so much anymore, Qin Fan stood where he was, took out his phone, and glanced at the time.

By the way, the security captain Li Gang and the others must have been running into the inner courtyard for a long time.

Is it so incomprehensible to ask them to catch a fat man?
There will be no accidents.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out from the inner courtyard and shouted to Qin Fan: "Child Qin Fan, stand still and suffer!"