Chapter 717

After being beaten, Zhong Qihuang knew he couldn't delay any more. He quickly got up and went out to give orders.

The room was quiet. Only Zhong Jie was still lying quietly on the bed.

Without speaking, his breathing gradually calmed down. The whole face was kind-hearted and had gone through vicissitudes for more than ten years. The surroundings near his eyes also appeared. His eyes were turbid and could hardly see clearly.

"Alas..."

Suddenly, a slight sigh spilled over from him. Zhong Jie closed his eyes, and the expression on his face didn't know whether it was regret or something else.

He is not the master of the Zhong family in the strict sense. Even in the strict sense, he is not even Zhong Jie.

Who the hell is he?

Zhong Jie wanted to laugh sarcastically, but he found that he had been eaten too badly. Even moving the meat on his face would affect his whole body, causing great pain.

Even he forgot who he was?

"Long time no see. Now I remember my youth?"

A slightly old voice suddenly came from the extremely quiet room. Zhong Jie's body was shocked, but he soon thought of who the owner of the voice was and didn't speak.

"Why, don't you welcome me?"

From the outer room, an old man in a blue long shirt looked at Zhong Jie in the room with a smile.

Zhong Jie just turned his eyes slightly. When he saw who it was, he secretly measured his mouth:

"I really don't welcome you here."

But after saying this, the visitor didn't show any anger at all. Instead, he sat in front of Zhong Jie's bed.

If Wang Yu were here, he would be shocked to see the old man, because he was the old man Yang and Lin Hui's martial uncle who had been in contact with him countless times before.

"What are you doing here? Look at my jokes?"

Zhong Jie closed his eyes and didn't want to look at old man Yang again. He said this sentence angrily.

"Of course I came to see my old friend, Qianmian. We haven't seen each other for a long time."

Old man Yang didn't care much about Zhong Jie's unfriendliness, but said something like recalling.

Qianmian, the name he hasn't said for a long time. I believe the man spread on the bed must have heard it for a long time.

As expected, Zhong Jie gave a slight shock, and then opened his mouth, "don't call me a thousand faces."

A trace of sarcasm flashed across old man Yang's face. "Do you think you're really called Zhong Jie by changing your appearance all your life?"

Zhong Jie frowned tightly, but he didn't say anything, because what he said was true.

"Oh, you haven't made a sound yet? Didn't you speak coherently just now? When you killed the real Zhong Jie, did you ever think that things would become like this today?"

Old man Yang refused to let him go. His words went into his heart like a knife and hurt him.

"That's enough. Are you here to ridicule me? If so, please go out quickly."

Zhong Jie shouted out, but old man Yang sighed gently, stood up and didn't intend to stay here any more. "As an old friend for many years, I've come to remind you that Wang Yu is not something you can provoke. He is now in his infancy and is so unstoppable. You should think twice before you act."

With that, he didn't care what Zhong Jie's reaction was. It was like a gust of wind in the room, so he disappeared in situ.

Wang Yu?

Zhong Jie opened his eyes and stared at the exquisitely carved patterns on his bed. He didn't know what expression was flashing in his eyes.

It's not that he must kill Wang Yu. The messenger ghost from the ghost sect has warned himself to get rid of all those who disturb the great Dharma of the ghost sect. The most important one is Wang Yu.

As for noodles

He really hasn't heard this name for a long time

Abandoning his former freedom and appearance and being willing to become an old Zhong Jie is the way he wants to repay that man.

This is his choice. He probably doesn't regret it.

But really don't regret it?

Qianmian doesn't want to answer this question.

"Master! Wang Yu's trace has been found. Now we are sending people to hunt him down. Do you have any instructions?"

Zhong Qihuang's voice came rashly from the outside. Zhong Jie frowned slightly, but he still listened quietly.

"Well, you don't have to catch it, just kill it."

When Zhong Qihuang entered the room, Zhong Jie also sat down on the bed. Although his face was still pale, his spirit was much better than before.

Zhong Qihuang looked happy. In the twinkling of an eye, he saw the white porcelain vase placed by the bed and wondered, "master, this is..."

Zhong Jie raised his eyes and was surprised when he saw the porcelain vase, but his heart still slowly flowed through the warm current. The old friend of many years said something blaming himself, and his heart was still worried about himself after all.

"This is my medicine. Just put it there. Go to the hunt for Wang Yu."