A young man was kneeling in the center of the hall. Standing on top of the hall was a white-haired Lord Yang. His expression was extremely bad and he looked very angry. He turned around and glanced coldly at the man kneeling in the hall.
Yang Kun said: "Did you really steal it?"
Yang Kun was breathing heavily, his face was bruised and bruised, and he had no energy to listen to what the old man in the hall was saying. He lowered his head, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth to the ground, and his mouth moved slightly.
He moved and replied in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Yes, I stole it."
"You!" Lord Yang's eyes were fierce, and he actually showed murderous intent, and asked again: "Then tell me, why did you steal it? You know that it is of no use to a person who cannot practice."
Yang Kun smiled faintly and replied: "Because, because I am hungry." After saying that, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood and the bun he had just eaten were vomited out.
When Fort Master Yang heard this, he was a little confused, but then he became even more angry. He flew into a rage and yelled: "You beast, you are so brave. You are hungry and you come and steal what I have worked so hard to get."
Pei Yuan Dan, do you know that this Pei Yuan Dan is my life? I will ask you one last time, did you really eat it?"
Yang Kun's mind was in chaos now. The pain in his body had long made his consciousness numb. He didn't hear clearly whether Fort Master Yang was asking about stealing steamed buns or elixirs. He just responded inarticulately.
Said: "Yes, yes, I, I have already eaten."
Fort Master Yang finally couldn't hold back anymore and immediately jumped up, his face turned red, his eyes widened, staring at Yang Kun, then he slowly raised his hand, turned his fist into a palm, and then punched Yang Kun's hand with all his strength.
He pushed his chest and shouted: "Xuan Ming Palm!"
This palm carried a strong force, and a wind blade had formed. Slowly, quickly, the clothes on Yang Kun's chest instantly turned into pieces. Hearing Yang Kun's scream, his body immediately fell.
It flew out, and the pieces of clothes were flying in the air like butterflies.
Seeing this scene, Yang Yulong on the side raised his lips and showed a proud smile.
Yang Kun fell heavily to the corner and leaned against the cold wall. His whole body was shaking and shivering. He opened his eyes slightly and said in a voice so weak that he could hardly hear it: "Yes, yes
If it's your fault, just beat me to death, otherwise, you will regret it sooner or later!"
Everyone was stunned, but they didn't expect that this guy was really an invincible Xiaoqiang. The Xuan Ming Palm that Fort Master Yang just used must have been launched with the tenth level of skill. If it were an ordinary person, the internal organs would have been smashed to pieces, so how could he survive?
I have the guts to talk big here.
Xuan Ming Palm!
The Xuan Ming Palm is an amazingly powerful palm technique in the Yang Clan's Xuan Xin Jue. It seizes souls with the palm, and its moves are deadly. Once hit, you will definitely die. I don't know if Master Yang deliberately weakened his strength, or if Yang Kun really
He was very durable. He sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood mist and glared at Fort Master Yang. For a while, it seemed that he was still dead.
Fort Master Yang looked at the totem on Yang Kun's abdomen and expected that the Chaos Essence had probably absorbed most of the attacks, so Yang Kun did not die, so he continued: "Let me ask you again, that Pei Yuan Dan, are you really
Have you eaten?"
The more Yang Kun listened, the more confused he became. He had no strength to speak at this moment, and he didn't want to defend anything, so he just nodded slightly.
"You are obviously lying. If you had really eaten it, based on the power of the Peiyuan Pill, your body would have exploded and died. Where did you put the Peiyuan Pill?"
Yang Kun shook his head and said: "Old man, I really don't understand what you are talking about. Stop talking nonsense. If you want to kill or behead me, just come over here. I'm not afraid of you."
"You, you! Bang~" Fort Master Yang was furious and slapped Yang Kun hard on the forehead.
"Buzz~" Yang Kun's eyes suddenly turned black, and he fell to the ground.
"Come here, take him to the dungeon, wake him up, and continue interrogating him. Don't ask for the whereabouts of the Peiyuan Pill."
In the cold dungeon of Yangjiabao...
"Keep splashing~ Don't stop. I don't believe he will die so quickly. I must splash him to wake him up, but I can't let him die so easily." Yang Yulong was tired of splashing himself, and then ordered others
continue.
"Wow~"
Yang Kun opened his eyes slightly.
"Haha, you finally woke up. You must not die. To be honest, if you really die, I will not be used to it." Yang Yulong held Yang Kun's chin with his hand and showed a sinister smile in his clothes.
"Bah~"
Yang Kun spat blood and phlegm on Yang Yulong's face.
"Damn it, you are about to die. If you don't beg me to give you a happy death, you dare to spit on me. I will strangle you to death!" Yang Yulong grabbed Yang Kun's neck.
Yang Kun felt that his energy and blood were stagnant and he couldn't breathe. However, he didn't say a word and just stared at Yang Yulong fiercely.
"I told you to stare, you keep staring." Yang Yulong's eyes were already red, and the force on his hand became heavier and heavier. After two minutes, he quickly let go of his hand. Yang Kun was still staring at him,
But Yang Kun's face was already turning blue. He put his hand on Yang Kun's nose and looked at it. He was so frightened that he took two steps back.
"I'm out of breath! I really killed someone."
Although Yang Yulong is a bad boy, he has never done anything like murder before, so he is a little scared. Moreover, Yang Kun is a suspect for stealing Pei Yuan Dan.
"What should we do? Master, he is really dead. Lord Yang will definitely kill us." A follower next to him said in panic.
"Don't panic, let me think about it." Yang Yulong held his head and began to think of countermeasures.
After hearing this, the others temporarily calmed down. They knew that this young master was very smart. Ever since he was a child, he had never handled anything perfectly.
After a while, Yang Yulong stood up straight, smiled faintly, and said, "I have a solution."
"I knew the young master would have something to do. What should we do? We will definitely do it," the followers said.
"Drag him quietly to the Wolf Howling Valley to the west of Yangjiabao to feed the wild wolves. If grandpa asks, we will say that he has absconded out of fear of crime."
Wolf Howling Valley mass graves to the west of Yangjiabao..
Xixisuosuo~
After a light rain, the Howling Wolf Valley returned to a rare calm.
In a valley, there was a young man lying on the pile of rocks, with his upper body naked. The rain that had just fallen had already wet his hair, which was stained with mud. The young man's eyes were wide open, and there was a hint of brown at the corner of his mouth.
There were bloodstains on the face, and there was obviously no trace of life in the ashen face. There were a few faint blue will-o'-wisps floating around, and occasionally a few wolf howls could be heard coming from the depths of the cliff canyon.