Chapter 566： Crisis 4 volts

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"The last message from my third brother indicated that he was with you. Don't toast or not eat or drink fine wine! Tell me honestly, where did you hide my third brother's body?"

In front of Wang Zhong, there is a burly middle-aged man. This person is Hong Bowei, the elder brother of Hong Botong, the elder of the Cangyun school of the ancient martial arts school.

After Hong Bowei learned that his third brother Hong Botong was missing, he immediately investigated his whereabouts, and finally found Wang Zhong's body, and found that Hong Botong was with Wang Zhong before his disappearance.

Ever since, Hong Bowei was furious and killed himself in the capital, but facing Hong Bowei's questioning, Wang Zhong refused to admit that Hong Botong's disappearance had something to do with him. Because he knew that if he told the truth and let him know that he had left Hong Botong and escaped alone, he would definitely not end well.

"Master Hong! It really doesn't matter to me..."

Wang Zhongcai's cultivation base on the fourth floor of the day after tomorrow, under Hong Bowei's hands, there is no resistance at all. When he stepped on his foot, he felt that his heart, liver, spleen and lungs were all in a ball. After a spit of blood, he had to compromise and cried out, "Master Hong! Stop fighting! I said... I said..."

"Huh! This way, you won't have to suffer."

With a cold snort, Hong Bowei took his feet away and grabbed Wang Zhong, who had no resistance on the ground.

"Master Hong! I really didn't kill Hong Botong. He...he died in the hands of a mysterious master. I...I can't provoke him, so I can only run away by myself. However, later I killed Hong Botong. The corpse was brought back. Finally it was transported to the basement of my villa..."

There is no way, not to mention death, there may be a silver lining. Therefore, in desperation, Wang Zhong had no choice but to tell part of the truth.

"Mysterious master? Where is my third brother's body? Take me to see... whoever it is, kill my third brother Hong Bowei! I will let him know what blood debt is!"

Hong Bo was furious and immediately ordered Wang Zhong to take him to see the corpse. Wang Zhong, who was limping, had to take him to the basement ice cellar. When the blood in the wooden coffin was drained, Hong Botong appeared like a mummy in front of Hong Bowei. He was just arrogant. Hong Bowei was also shocked.

"This...what the **** is going on? How could my third brother die so miserably?"

Taking a breath of cold air, Hong Bowei, the murderous elder of the Cangyun Sect, saw this corpse-like corpse, and it was quite a panic.

"Master Hong! You see I didn't lie to you! We really can't provoke this mysterious master. It is very likely that he is a disciple who inherits the sect. Moreover, I suspect that he is using the legendary suction star, otherwise. There is no way to **** Hong Botong into a corpse all at once!"

Recalling the horrible scene that day, Wang Zhong is still vivid in his eyes, and he is terrified after being frightened!

"Attracting stars? Those inheritance sects have rarely sent disciples down the mountain in recent years. Where did you meet? What is the strength of the other party?"

After the shock, when he heard Wang Zhong talk about sucking stars, Hong Bowei's eyes lit up again, saying, "Tell me what happened to you carefully!"

"Master Hong! When we were in Zhi'an City, Hong Botong and I were really just doing an ordinary task, but who would have thought that we would meet such a mysterious master! He seems to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and there seems to be nothing on him. The breath of warrior, but it happened that such a powerful mysterious technique erupted. However, according to the judgment that I and him started to fight, he definitely has not entered the late stage of the day after tomorrow. If it weren't for this mysterious technique that day, Hong Bo and I had two People must have killed him with their hands... Later, I found out that he was just a senior high school student in Zhi'an No. 1 Middle School, called Lin Feng! However, I didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so I immediately flew back to the capital. ......" Wang Zhong answered truthfully.

"Who else have you told these things?" Hong Bo raised his mouth slightly and asked maliciously.

"No! It hasn't been a week since I returned to the capital, Lord Hong, I really didn't say anything about this... Please, let me go? It was Lin Feng who killed Hong Botong. It has nothing to do with me?" Wang Zhong quickly pleaded.

"Hmm! It looks like it has nothing to do with you..."

After Hong Bowei knew the information he needed, the corner of his mouth curled slightly, and suddenly, without warning, he slapped Wang Zhong's head vigorously with a palm.

puff!

He hadn't reacted at all, Wang Zhong's head was like a watermelon, which was smashed by Hong Bo in a palm, and the brain inside was horrified.

"However, I don't want anyone else to know about this matter. Of course, the dead can be excluded! The mysterious technique of inheriting the sect falls in the hands of a little doll who has not yet entered the post-acquired stage. It is really a waste! Lin Feng is it! If I dare to kill my third brother Hong Bowei, I will destroy you all..."

After slapped Wang Zhong to death, Hong Bo quickly left the villa. Among the dark and cold ice cellars, only the dead Wang Zhong, still staring at his unwilling eyeballs, his mouth widened, but his brain still gurgled out...

At the same night in a hidden military area stationed in the mountainous area of ​​Fujian Province, Xiao Ting, the head of the Xiao family and the commander of the Fujian Military Region, was lying in bed but could not sleep.

That Shu Gangqing was specially sent by Xiao Ting to Lin Feng's house to find out the details, but the news that came back at night shocked Xiao Ting incomparably. According to Shu Gangqing's judgment, Lin Feng is very likely to be a master of Gu Wu's innate level. For Xiao Ting, this is tantamount to a blockbuster.

"The congenital master! I don’t know how many years it has not appeared. Lin Feng is just as big as the neon clothes. Is it really possible to be a congenital master? My father’s life and death is at a critical juncture. Can my Xiao family come from here? Turning over during a major crisis, it depends on whether my father can reach the innate realm! But if there is an inborn master who can join our Xiao family, even if his father fails to attack the innate state, wouldn't those families dare to do anything to my Xiao family? "

Turning over, Xiao Ting still couldn't sleep, so he sat up and lit a cigarette, breathed out the smoke, sighed, and said with emotion, "I let the neon clothes continue to stay in Zhi'an No. 1 Middle School. Is it right or wrong? What?"

However, for Lin Feng, who had sneaked back to his home at this time, although he knew that his father's old chief Shu Gangqing was instructed to investigate his own details today, he did not expect that he would be the father of the crazy girl Xiao Nishang. .