Chapter 567: A Killing

The sudden appearance of the old man in white and the two men in green made the Zhao family feel a cold murderous intent.

"May I ask Your Excellency, who is it?" Zhao Chong took a deep breath, took a step forward bravely, bowed his hands, and asked.

The old man in white snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and it seemed like a black butterfly in his hand landed on Zhao Chong's face at an extremely fast speed.

Before Zhao Chong could speak, he suddenly felt that something in his body was being pulled away quickly.

Then, his expression was extremely ferocious, and finally let out a painful roar, and his body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had been drained of blood, until the black butterfly turned into blood Red, when it returned to the old man's hand, Zhao Chong's body was frozen there, and the Zhao family took a step forward and touched Zhao Chong lightly. The next moment, Zhao Chong's body instantly turned into powder.

"Ah!" Many people panicked.

In just the blink of an eye, Zhao Chong has already...

Disappeared.

The gust of wind blew, and several Zhao family members coughed violently.

Who in a normal person can have the experience of blowing ashes like this?

"Uncle Chong!"

"Grandpa Chong!"

The eyes of each Zhao family were tearing apart.

Zhao Chong's current state can't even be considered cold, but broken, just like integrity...

"Who are you!" The middle-aged man who had been following behind Zhao Chong shouted loudly, but the voice from his mouth sounded full of panic.

The old man with white beard sneered, and the butterfly in his hand had disappeared.

"Who killed my son?"

It was still what they said before, which made them have to start to wonder whether it is true that the essence of human beings is a repeater as it is said on the Internet.

"Who the hell is your son! How do we know who killed your son?" said a young man from Zhao's family.

The eyes of the old man with white beard fell on him.

The next moment, the young man felt that his body was enveloped by bursts of cold, and without any hesitation, he turned around and wanted to leave, but his reaction speed was still a little slower, or it was the speed of his escape. He didn't catch up with the flying speed of the butterfly, and in the blink of an eye, the butterfly turned him into dust.

"Huh, I don't know how to live or die." The white-bearded old man snorted coldly. After killing two Zhao family members one after another, his face did not show any complex expressions, as if the person who died in his hands just now was not a human being. It's two ants, this is the true sense of not taking human life seriously, otherwise how could it be possible to achieve this level of no joy or sorrow?

"Are you from the Poison Sect?" The middle-aged man had no time to be afraid at this moment, and was just thinking about how to get out of this predicament.

Since the other party asked again and again who killed his son, then if he revealed the answer, wouldn't the problem be solved?

"Huh?" The old man with white beard looked at him, and the middle-aged man subconsciously shivered.

"How do you know that I am from the Poison Sect? It seems that my son's death is really related to you." The old man with white beard said with a sneer.

"No, no, senior, your son's death has nothing to do with us." The middle-aged man said quickly.

The old man with white beard frowned and looked at him, as if he wanted to penetrate his heart directly with his gaze.

Then, he said slowly: "Continue."

"Senior, your son did die in our Zhao family, but the person who killed him was not from our Zhao family!" The middle-aged man saw a glimmer of life and said quickly.

"Who is that?" When the white-bearded old man spoke, his mouth opened and closed very little, and at this time he was always expressionless, making one wonder if the old man had fallen asleep , but the cold murderous intent existed all the time, and the old man probably used this method to exert enough pressure on them.

Killing two Zhao family members in the blink of an eye, the rest of the Zhao family members could only shrink back and gather together to keep warm. At this moment, how could they have the slightest courage to talk to Gao Geyue Xincheng? Even if the old man just looked at them, they would tremble with fear.

Therefore, these people who were talking loudly to "communicate" with Gao Geyue Xincheng before were actually talking about foreign powers, but in front of Gao Ge, they might not even be able to say a complete sentence. After all, compared to the white-bearded old man in front of him, the thunderous means that Gao Ge showed before... Well, it is more or less inferior. Gao Ge does not have such vicious means, but if Gao Ge knows it, he will definitely use it often After all, it is clean and neat, the corpse can be directly turned into powder without leaving any traces, and even the steps of destroying the corpse and traces are omitted in the world.

The main reason is that the corpse has been thrown there, and others have to clean it up.

Gao Ge is the kind of person who doesn't like to cause trouble for others.

The middle-aged man hesitated, seeing the butterfly reappear in the old man's hand, the middle-aged man shouted hysterically: "Gao Ge! It's Gao Ge!"

In fact, he never thought of not betraying Gao Ge for the sake of his own conscience. Anyway, there was hatred between the Zhao family and Gao Ge. Of course, this does not mean that they would not betray Gao Ge without hatred...

The reason why I hesitated before was because I wanted to seize this opportunity to bargain with the other party. What if the other party got the news and wanted to kill myself and others?

"Gao Ge?" The old man with white beard frowned slightly, "Who is he? Where is he now?"

"He should be in Broken Dragon Mountain now." The middle-aged man whispered.

"Why did he kill my son?" The old man with white beard continued to ask.

The middle-aged man wanted to roll his eyes.

What you said, why did they kill your son.

Your son is going to kill him, but if he doesn't do it, he will dry it and use it as bacon during the Chinese New Year?

However, he knew that if he really said such a thing, it would only speed up the time of his death, so he put it another way, and said in a low voice: "That guy named Gao Ge probably has nothing to do? He keeps himself Talent is good, I used to be a member of Xiuxian College, and even became a member of Dragon Pavilion, so I am bold and reckless, and don't take human life seriously..."

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, the white-bearded old man also frowned: "People from Dragon Pavilion? If they are from Dragon Pavilion, it will be a little troublesome..."

As if he was afraid that the other party would give up the idea of ​​seeking revenge on Gao Ge, the middle-aged man hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Gao Ge was originally from the Dragon Pavilion, but he is no longer."

At the same time, he was also a little curious. Seeing that this white-bearded old man was not a mortal, how could it be possible that he had never even heard of Gao Ge's name?

"Okay, I get it. Since this is the case, then I have nothing to worry about." After saying this, the old man with white beard turned his face to look at the two men in green shirts behind him.

The two men in green shirts immediately understood and rushed forward.

The old man with white beard walked slowly towards the door.

Only screams were heard outside.

This is a killing.

"You can't do this..." The middle-aged man roared in despair, only to find that a bug flew into his mouth, and then he began to scratch his throat desperately, but after a while, the originally inconspicuous little bug , but already as big as a fist, crawled out of his stomach...

"You people should all be damned!" The white-bearded old man turned his back to them and looked up at the sky, "My son, don't worry, I will let these people be buried with you..."