Chapter 1422

Wuying fought hard with Yingying who was guarding the old Patriarch Feng's side, Chi Yebai stood behind the bushes and watched for a while, and when he saw the right moment, he shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Hearing the words, Wuying didn't bother to fight, and quickly withdrew to distance himself from Shadow.

Chi Yebai flew out with a handful of Ice Soul Needles in his hand, like a net aimed at the shadow, and surrounded the man tightly.

The knife dance in the man's hand was impenetrable, but no matter how powerful it was, it was difficult to avoid the small needle as thin as a cow's hair. The back of the hand was pierced a little by an ice soul needle, and it didn't hurt, even blood It didn't bleed much, just a little bit of blood oozing out, and it condensed into a small blood spot on the back of the hand.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly inconspicuous wound immediately turned black, and the black area spread and became bigger and bigger. Soon, all the wrists exposed outside the cuffs turned black. His right hand holding the knife Already paralyzed, I can no longer exert a little bit of strength.

Not a moment later, Yingying's body fell to the ground limply like a puddle of mud, unable to fight back at all, Chi Yebai came out from behind the bushes, walked slowly to Yingying's side, and looked down at this person from above.

This person is the same as Wuying, he looks very ordinary, the kind who will quickly lose everyone if thrown in the crowd, even if Chi Yebai is about to fall on his eyes with a gleaming knife, the eyes of this person There was no fluctuation at all, it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and there was no sound at all, let alone begging for mercy.

It's like a scarecrow without a soul, just covered with a layer of human skin.

Seeing this, Wuying walked over, pinched his chin with his big hand, and forced him to open his mouth, only to see that there was nothing in his mouth.

Wuying straightened up: "The tongue was dug out by Qi Gen. The dead soldier who has been trained since childhood, does not understand life and death, and has low pain. It is as if he was not injured at all after being stabbed twice by me."

When Chi Yebai heard this, the knife that landed above his eyes turned around and landed on his neck.

With a knife to seal the throat, the person was quickly terminated.

Wuying stared at the corpse on the ground, "What kind of poison is this?"

"It took me a lot of hard work to find the poison in my father." Chi Ye's white eyes were cold, but the corners of his lips slowly curled up: "But whoever saw my father being tortured back then Yes, all eyes.

Anyone who insulted me and my father lost their tongues.

I want the entire Fengjiabao to be buried with my father. "

As he spoke, his figure had quickly disappeared into the east courtyard.

Wuying glanced at the people on the ground, and a feeling of sympathy rose in his heart, but his fate was good, and he was accidentally rescued when he failed in training and was abandoned to a random grave.

He took out a handkerchief and covered his face. Originally, he wanted to drag his body to the flowerbed to bury him, but when he heard the noise coming from the gate of the courtyard, he simply left directly to avoid complications.

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Feng Baizhe sat among a group of diners, stopped discussing countermeasures, looked at the handkerchief brought up by the guard on the tray, and was shrouded in a sense of unintentional fear.

Feng Yufeng died.

Feng Chengluan died.

Feng Qianfan died.

His father died too, in an extremely horrific manner, and he died lying down with Mrs. Chi, that lowly maidservant.

Even Ying Ying, who had been secretly protecting his father, died, his whole body was poisoned, and his throat was sealed with a knife.

But this kind of poison was concocted by his disciples who are best at dispensing poison.

Feng Baizhe stared at the ordinary handkerchief fluttering in the wind, and asked: "Who is this thing, and who is it that killed my father?"