"Is it too much?" Li Ying was dissatisfied: "I brought four pills, but I want to increase it to six pills?"

Fakong said: "I originally wanted six, but then I thought about it, we are old friends, so I will suffer a little loss."

"Ha!" Li Ying laughed angrily.

Fakong said calmly: "Who do you think I am, Young Master Li? To take advantage of the situation and add insult to injury? Or to go back on my word?"

"Is not it?"

Fakong said: "If I tell you, I'm sure Young Master Li will feel that four pills are missing and even six pills are not enough!"

Li Ying frowned and stared at him closely.

Dharma is empty and calm.

"...Okay, four is four!" Li Ying hummed: "This is the last one, there are no more relics."

Fa Kong smiled and nodded.

Li Ying took out another purple box from Luo Xiu, the size was exactly the same as before, put it on the stone table and pushed it gently.

Two purple boxes side by side.

Fakong has already seen the four relics in the purple box through his mind's eye. They are of different colors, including light yellow, red, dark green, and lavender.

Fa Kong was very curious.

The light yellow color of the relics was normal. He had never seen the other three colors, but they definitely looked like relics.

"Can we talk now?"

"Well, Young Master Li, you are going to die in ten days," Fakong replied happily: "What I saw is that you are dead."

Li Ying stared into his eyes.

Fakong smiled and said, "Don't believe it?"

"...Xin." Li Ying said slowly: "By whose hands did I die?"

"A disciple of the Holy Cult of Kunshan has used the Jade Blood Transformation Technique." Fakong said: "You think you can see through the disciples of the Holy Cult of Kunshan, but don't you know that the disciples of the Holy Cult of Kunshan don't just practice one kind of mental method."

Li Ying frowned: "A disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult?"

"The location is in a mountain." Fakong said, "I guess he was lured out of Shenjing."

As he spoke, he suddenly pointed out something.

The index finger touched Li Ying's eyebrow like a sword.

Before Li Ying had time to react, Fakong's left index finger had already touched the space between her dark eyebrows. The tentacle was as delicate and pliable as mutton-fat white jade.

This finger uses the newly practiced swordsmanship, which is extremely fast.

Li Ying cursed secretly, and a picture suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

In the picture, she was stepping on a withered yellow bamboo branch with her toes, swaying gently in the wind. A handsome middle-aged man in front of her suddenly exploded with a "bang" and turned into a blood mist that instantly swept over her.

The blood mist ignored her body-protecting aura, and she was covered in blood. She closed her eyes and fell softly. She fell into the bamboo forest with a "bang" and lay motionless among the withered bamboo leaves. She died from exhaustion.

Fakong retracted his index finger and looked at her calmly.

Li Ying slowly opened her eyes.

Fa Kong smiled: "How does it feel to see yourself die?"

Li Ying's starry eyes flashed and her face was calm.

"If you could be sure that he was a disciple of the Kunshan Holy Cult, you would be on guard and you could avoid it with your body skills, but you didn't expect that he was a disciple of the Kunshan Holy Cult, right?" Fakong said.

Li Ying remained silent and shook her head.

Fakong smiled and said, "You recognize this person, right?"

Li Ying looked at him.

Fakong said: "A disciple of Cantian Dao? I didn't expect him to be a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult, right?"

Li Ying remained silent.

This scene gave her a strong impact.

But she really didn't want to say that she recognized this person. He was her uncle, the uncle who had watched her grow up since childhood.

Others may be traitors, but how could Master Qian be possible!
Chapter completed!