Lian Xipo was so angry that his whole body trembled. He pointed at Xu Meili and said, "You … you did such a shameful thing behind our back. Our family is unfortunate … our family is unfortunate!"
"Master, take care of yourself." Uncle Kang hurriedly placed his palm on Lian Xipo's back and transferred a stream of True Aether into his body to help him calm down.
Lian Qian, the main victim of this incident, did not show much emotion. He coughed and said, "Ah Lian, I didn't expect you to find out about this."
"Brother, you already knew that this bitch was looking for other men behind your back?" Lian Lian's eyes widened as she looked at Lian Qian.
Lian Qian nodded with a hint of pain in his eyes. He raised his head and looked at Lian Shijian. He shook his head and said, "Actually, it's all my fault for being bewitched by this woman. I didn't see clearly that she had a heart of snakes and scorpions. She caused me to drive Ling 'er and Shijian out of the Central Plains. I knew a year ago that Lian Xun wasn't my son."
"Brother, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Lian Lian clenched her fists and asked.
"I had the same thought as you. I didn't want to lose face and cause internal strife in the Lian family. The most important thing was that the person behind this woman gave me a kind of poison that could control my mind." Lian Qian's face turned red after he finished speaking. He coughed out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother."
"Father." Lian Shijian had already rushed over. His eyes reddened as he looked at the pale Lian Qian.
Lian Xipo looked at Lian Shijian guiltily and wiped the blood from his lips. "Shi Jian, I'm sorry. I treated you so coldly because I didn't want you to be targeted by that bitch Xu Meili. I didn't expect her to secretly send someone to assassinate you. I was also bewitched by her at that time …"
Zhuo Bufan shook her head. "If apologies were useful, would there be a need to kill people? It's just that Shi Jian is too kind … "
At this time, Xu Meili had already been exposed. She directly tore off her disguise, stood up and laughed crazily, "Lian Qian, I originally wanted to let you live a little longer. I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful. Today, all of you will die here."
After that, the two bodyguards who were in charge of security outside were directly hit and fell to the ground with a bang. A slightly fat middle-aged woman came in and looked at Xu Meili respectfully, "Madam, Master Ghost will be here soon."
"Aunt Cui? You are the Ghost King's man … "Uncle Kang stared at the middle-aged woman and said. Both of them were from the Lian family. They had lived together for ten years, but he did not know that Aunt Cui knew martial arts.
Aunt Cui stood beside Xu Meili and said calmly, "That's right, I'm one of the Ghost King's people. Everyone doesn't have to leave here today!"
The name of the Ghost King resounded like thunder in the ears of all the rich people. He was the most powerful underground leader in Zhongzhou, and he killed people without batting an eye. Could it be that the fat monk and the skinny Taoist were his men? Were they here specifically to deal with Zhou Gaisang today?
"So what if he is the Ghost King? There are so many rich people here. Do you think the Ghost King can kill us? My son is the deputy director of the police station," a middle-aged man said angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Cui's figure flashed, and a bloody hole appeared on the middle-aged man's neck. Blood flowed out, and he clutched his neck and knelt on the ground in pain. Aunt Cui stood in front of him, and there was a short bayonet dripping with blood in her hand. The blade was shining with a snow-white light.
"Everyone, don't worry. As long as everyone cooperates with me, I, the Ghost King, will not kill you all." Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from outside. Before the person arrived, the voice could already be heard.
Everyone's gaze once again turned to the staircase. A group of about ten men in black suits walked up the stairs. The man walking at the front was as thin as a bamboo pole. His cheekbones were sharp, and his eyes were sunken and dark. His entire body carried a sinister aura. Zhuo Bufan's gaze instantly locked onto him. This person should be the Ghost King.
"Master Ghost." Xu Meili called out, and directly pounced on the Ghost King. "Master Ghost, you have to help me. All of them bullied me. It's best if you kill them all!"
The Ghost King's gaze was gloomy, as if his two eyeballs had been soaked in a cold pond. He was constantly emitting cold air, and there was a layer of deathly grey air in the depths of his pupils. Zhuo Bufan revealed a slightly surprised expression. He was actually at the peak of Qi Refining Stage, and the sinister air on his body was so heavy. Could he be a ghost cultivator?
There were all kinds of energy in heaven and earth. Other than spiritual qi, there was blood qi, evil qi, ghost qi, filthy qi, and so on. These were all forms of energy. Different types of cultivation required different types of energy, but in the end, they all returned to the same place.
"You killed the fat monk, the skinny daoist, and even captured my ghost slave and puppet. You are quite capable, but I, the Ghost King, do not kill nameless people. Tell me your name." The Ghost King's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he stared straight at Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan wanted to spar with a real cultivator to test her strength. She smiled and said, "Jin Ling Zhuo Bufan, everyone calls me Mr Zhuo. Are you the Zhong Zhou Ghost King?"
"Zhuo Bufan? You killed Yang Qi, and Xun Er almost lost his life in your hands. If you surrender to me today and hand over your treasures, I can consider sparing your life. How about it? "The Ghost King rubbed the dark green ring on his right thumb. His eyes flashed with a cold light.
From his point of view, Zhuo Bufan was still young. He either had a heaven-defying treasure on him that could help him cultivate at lightning speed, or he had an expert behind him. He had already made a plan. If Zhuo Bufan really had an expert behind him, then he would leave Zhong Zhou and return to his master. Any expert could defeat his master.
Zhuo Bufan knocked on the table and squinted her eyes, "There are many people who want my life, but in the end, they all died!"
As soon as he finished speaking, black mist instantly condensed on the Ghost King's body. It looked extremely strange. Xu Meili was directly pushed out. Everyone present felt a chill and had goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Well, well, well, well. There was a way to heaven, but you didn't take it. Instead, you broke into hell. Kill, "the Ghost King said coldly. Immediately, the bodyguards in black and Aunt Cui rushed to the front of Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan was still sitting on the chair leisurely. Qianbin, who was behind her, suddenly took out a tri-edge bayonet from his waist. Master Wu also took out an Aoki ruler and rushed into the crowd. Since the Ghost King didn't attack, Zhuo Bufan naturally wouldn't.
Qianbin and Master Wu had long wanted to show off in front of Zhuo Bufan. Without Zhuo Bufan's order, they directly rushed into the crowd. Qianbin's strength was at least at the second level of Covert Power. These bodyguards were only at the Clear-strength Stage. As soon as he rushed in, he was like a wolf in a flock of sheep. Blood splashed everywhere, like a ghost.
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