Wei Yangmou

Patriarch Yan's screams lasted for a quarter of an hour until he passed out from the pain. During this period, other Yan family members who heard his screams rushed out of the carriage.

But when they saw the scene in front of them, they all avoided in panic, screaming louder and louder, as if the patriarch had something deadly on him.

The scene was chaotic, Han Jin walked back in shock, the soles of his shoes had been burnt to pieces, very even, and there was still a thin layer of his feet that were about to follow in the footsteps of Patriarch Yan.

The girls didn't know what happened, so they only came out to take a look, and were persuaded by a few servants to go back into the carriage. They didn't dare to open the window to look again when they heard the screams outside.

After the Yan family got out of the car, the outside became a mess, screaming one after another.

And from the beginning to the end of this kind of excitement, he was riding steadily on the horse, watching indifferently, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

It wasn't until Patriarch Yan died completely, and the Yan family came back to their senses and began to cry, with cursing mixed in with the crying, that he snorted.

Young master Yan jumped up, as if he wanted to pounce on him and die together, several servants hurriedly stood in front of him, since he casually crushed the female alchemist to death, the servants who were respectful to him just because of it He was completely convinced, and occasionally looked at him with reverence and fear.

Young master Yan's force value is even worse than Patriarch Yan's. At this time, looking at the wall of people in front of him, and the tall man behind the wall who arrested their family alone, the anger that was just admiring in his heart disappeared in the blink of an eye. He just vented, his feet went limp and he sat on the ground, crying like a shrew.

Han Jin was a little hesitant. He felt that although these alchemists looked beautiful on the outside, they were actually poorly educated inside.

In the past few years, his temperament has been worn very peacefully, and he rarely gets angry, and sometimes he doesn't seem to have much fireworks.Not to mention being angry with someone and losing his temper, it is very rare for him to pay more attention to others.

More than a dozen people surrounded Yan's family watching them cry and cry. They were impatient for a long time, but they were too lazy to talk. He flicked his whip, rolled up a pig on the ground and threw it out heavily. The sound when it landed was very dull , It was like a thunderstorm.

Everyone's hearts were stunned, and the crying people were dumb for an instant.

The dead pig, with only half of its body left, fell to pieces after falling to the ground, and made a few more smashing noises, and everyone was shocked.

Withdrawing the whip, he looked down at Young Master Yan who was still sitting not far away: "Does this have something to do with the disappearance?"

Young Master Yan was very uncomfortable being looked at by his eyes that seemed to be able to read people's hearts. He couldn't help turning his head away, and felt that it was very embarrassing, so he turned back stiffly.

I don't have time to coax the children. Although this young master Yan looks very handsome, his mind is full of thoughts now. The only thing he thinks about is violence for such uncooperative people.

However, before he could make a move, there was another scream from the crowd surrounding the dead Patriarch Yan, and the few people scattered away. Taking advantage of the convenient location, they could see at a glance that another one of the group of people stepped up to Patriarch Yan. follow in the footsteps.However, he clearly did not enter this sea of ​​corpses and blood.

His face sank, he looked like a black cloud pressing down on the city, and he said majesticly, "Spread away..."

As soon as he gave an order, the servants who were still hesitant to disperse the encirclement immediately ran to his side, looking at the messy Yan family with covetous eyes and trembling eyes.

Young master Yan was also stunned by this turn of events, he stood there in a daze, and couldn't even remember to stand up.

When he remembered, a whip came over, wrapped around his waist, and pressed him on the horse's back.

"to be frank……"

Young Master Yan still had a ignorant expression on his face, as if he didn't quite understand what he was going to tell the truth.

Losing his patience, he was about to pinch his neck with his hands. The person in the Yan family who followed in the footsteps of Patriarch Yan suddenly shouted: "I know, I know, save me, I'll tell you everything."

The others looked at the speaker in surprise, but Young Master Yan still had a dazed expression on his face. He opened his mouth, a little confused: "Uncle Qiang..."

Yan Qiang dragged his leg where bones could be seen and crawled towards Liu Che: "Give me your blood, your blood, give me, give me..."

He lowered his eyes to see his distressed appearance, and then looked at his hands.

Before Han Jin could stop it, he pulled out a long sword and cut his palm. Blood dripped down his palm and hit Yan Qiang's leg. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the amount of blood seemed to be It wasn't enough. At the ankle, the healing of the wound stopped, and then within a few short breaths, the wound began to expand. Although the speed was very slow, it was indeed expanding.

Yan Qiang stared at the palm of his hand: "Blood, not enough, blood, blood, blood!"

Glancing at him, he slowly clenched his fist, Han Jin quickly took out a clean veil to cover his wound, his strict eyes became frenzied because he saw the hope of life, blood red, like the area in front of him. The color of a land full of murder.

"Tell me what you know."

The tone was much more relaxed than before. I didn’t know that Yan Qiang saw hope, and he saw it too. He had an intuition that these things here must have been done by the kidnapper. Unfortunately, he didn’t know who that person was. What to do, what now.

Yan Qiang hammered the ground with some resentment, but he didn't dare to take his own life as a joke. He coughed and said reluctantly: "That person is not actually Yan's family anymore... There are also different schools of art. His skills did not meet the requirements of the Yan family, and he refused to give up, so he was expelled from the Yan family."

Apparently he didn't want to hear his old stories about old sesame seeds and rotten millet, so he whipped his horsewhip and made a cracking sound.

Yan Qiang's voice paused, and the topic changed immediately: "He cultivated the way of worms, and these things were offered as sacrifices. We have never met him before, and we don't know why he took your people away. Even if you want to find him, you have to go to the house of Jiaodong Mansion Master, we have no access to these..."

Before he finished speaking, a whip was whipped on him, and he said harshly, "You're courting death!"

Yan Qiang was whipped and rolled to the side of Patriarch Yan, he was so startled that he even crawled to the side to hide, but the whip came up again, he couldn't dodge within ten feet of Patriarch Yan, the wound on his leg seemed to be alive , In just a few breaths, the expansion speed increased rapidly.

Young Master Yan finally came back to his senses, he didn't know that such a terrifying figure appeared in the Yan family——

The way of insects and corpses has always been despised by orthodox arts, and the suppression for hundreds of years has almost become a legend——

He really didn't expect that there was such a person by his side, but he couldn't care about it now, seeing that Yan Qiang was beaten to death, he immediately rushed forward and hugged his arm.

He paused, glanced at him sideways, threw him out, and hit the ground heavily, Master Yan passed out without even yelling.

Yan Qiang finally found a gap in the rain-like whip, and hurriedly shouted: "I say it all, I say it all!"

Stopped the whip, but did not take it back, the whip was still hanging on the ground, as if it would be swung out at any time, Yan Qiang heaved a sigh of relief, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground, but he saw Patriarch Yan's bloody back again , the look of horror on his face could not be concealed at all, he retreated like a dog dragging his legs, and then spoke without daring to stop.

"That man's name is Yan Zhonghe, and he cultivates the way of insects. He has to rely on dead and living corpses to raise insects. The man you took away killed someone who shouldn't be killed. Although the third Yan is a member of Yan's family, he really His identity is the son of Yan Zhonghe, he came to Qizi Mountain, we dare not contend with him, and the owner of the house was fascinated by the benefits he proposed, so he managed these livestock for him, and did nothing else.

Moreover, we have already sent someone to notify the master's family, and it won't be long before someone comes to clean him up, don't worry, really..."

Looking at him, with no expression on his face, Yan Qiang was frightened by him, almost kneeling and kowtowing, making him believe that he absolutely did not tell a lie this time.

Even at the beginning, he didn't intend to hide it, he really felt ashamed.

Looking at the bottle in Patriarch Yan's hand, Yan Qiang stepped back again in shock, and said tremblingly: "This thing is necessary for the sacrificing of the insect path, without it, the fire poisonous insects cannot be attracted, this bottle is used by the Patriarch It's nothing to do with me, I really don't know anything!"

The injury on his leg returned to the way it was at the beginning. He still had no expression on his face at this meeting, and crawled over bravely, not daring to speak indiscriminately, completely throwing away his posture, and begged for mercy in a low voice: "My lord, senior, please Help me, if you are looking for this person, I will still be useful, although I can’t find out the line, but I still know more or less about his methods, so it’s still useful to keep me.”

This is true, after a while, I don’t want to see blood again when Han Yan’s life or death is uncertain, so I took off the handkerchief from my hand, and just about to squeeze some blood out, Yan Qiang had already grabbed the handkerchief and shouted : "This is enough, enough, the kindness of seniors will be strictly remembered for a lifetime, for a lifetime."

At this time, it is not clear that the alchemist's words cannot be like ordinary people, just talk casually, the alchemist's words are cause and effect.

This road can’t be taken, no matter how reluctant you are, you can only turn around. Yan Qiang was mentioned to Han Jin immediately, and he was watched nearby. He was probably really frightened. He didn’t wait for anyone to meet something related to Yan Zhonghe. Ask, and say it yourself first.

It's just that the whip wounds on his body were really severe, although they didn't hit the vital parts, they still hurt. He couldn't ride the horse for a long time, and he didn't have any effective medicine on his body, so he could only bear it hard. It was really miserable to watch.

Young Master Yan woke up and made a fuss, which was resolved by Yan's family. Nothing happened on the way, and he gave up resting. He continued on the road, and even ate dry food on horseback.

It took him less than a day to reach the journey of thousands of miles. When changing horses for the third time at the post station, they met the head of the Yan family head-on.