745. Little Winter Melon Is a Master of Confessions
Leng Chengran snorted coldly and said in a haughty voice, "Or, you can call me Leng Siming."
This unfamiliar name made the grim-faced man even more stunned, "What?"
I have never heard that Leng Chengran has a name!
"Leng Siming, Si is in charge, Ming is the Netherworld Ghost Palace, the person in charge of the Netherworld Ghost Palace, Lord Ghost Emperor, haven't you heard of it?"
Leng Chengran's tone was very natural.
It turns out that Master is really good at deceiving people! The little girl was watching with great interest in her little nest.
Master is good-looking, and his acting is much better than in movies and TV!
The little girl was holding a plate of grapes that she had just brought back from home, eating happily while watching the show.
This series of strange but seemingly reasonable titles made the grim-faced man completely dumbfounded, and even his aura weakened a bit, "No..."
Unexpectedly, Leng Chengran suddenly changed his face, drifted over like a ghost, and pinched his neck with hands so cold that there was no human warmth at all, "Since you don't know my name, where did you get the cultivation method from? You
How do you know how to sacrifice to heaven!"
"...Senior, spare your life!"
The grim-faced man was intimidated by his aura and subconsciously begged for mercy, "I found that scroll of bamboo slips in the tomb of the first leader!"
It turned out to be written on bamboo slips.
Leng Chengran had just learned this information, but he retracted his hand with a look of pride on his face, "Why, didn't the bamboo slip say that this is the unique cultivation technique of Netherworld Ghost Palace?"
"...Ha, hahaha..." The grim-faced man suddenly laughed, "It turns out that I really guessed it right before. The bullshit sect leader has the world in mind! He simply obtained immortality by killing people!"
He was completely frightened by Leng Chengran, and he was still elated, thinking that he knew the secret of the big shot...
Leng Chengran raised his sleeves slightly, and a gust of wind roared over, hitting the grimaced man hard on the face.
He screamed "Ah" and was beaten so hard that he lost several teeth. Most of his body was hit by the stone wall behind him, and he was almost numb from the impact.
Leng Chengran rarely strikes too hard... Actually, it's because he is too strong and can't even use 20% of his strength to fight with others, so everyone thinks his martial arts are mild.
Now that he is so ruthless, the man with the grimace is even more convinced that the master of the Qianli Sect is just a disguised identity. His true identity and true image is the murderous, ruthless and arrogant Ghost Emperor Leng Siming...
Leng Chengran didn't even prepare in advance, so he just made up this name casually. It really sounded like that...
After beating the person, Leng Chengran looked at his hands nonchalantly, "You're just a small human being, how dare you guess the Ghost Emperor's cultivation method! To live forever, to sacrifice two hundred human lives to heaven? Haha?
...You only know a little bit about me, and you think you know my true identity?"
Leng Chengran created the image of this cold-blooded murderer very well...
The man with the grimace was stunned for a moment, "You, you..."
"You're not qualified to talk nonsense to me!"
There was a sinister tone in Leng Chengran's tone. He waved his sleeves and brushed away the dust on the bed. Then he sat down proudly and said, "Tell me, what else did you find next to the bamboo slips? I want to
Look, which traitor dares to smuggle things out of the Netherworld Ghost Palace!"
In fact... Leng Chengran just wanted to find out what kind of poison the little boy was poisoned with. Such a strange poison probably came from the same place as the sinister method of cultivating sacrifices to heaven.