The boy was so frightened that he trembled all over and said tremblingly: "Inside, there is ginseng soup brewed with the bones of a thousand-year-old giant tiger and five-year-old wild ginseng. Every night, Elder Xie has to drink a bowl. He is old.
Now, I need to replenish my energy and blood."
Chen Feng nodded slightly, lightly chopped the back of his neck to make him faint, and then sealed the meridians throughout his body.
Chen Feng took off his clothes and put them on himself.
He recalled the boy's posture just now, then lit up the lantern, picked up the tray, and walked to the small courtyard cautiously.
In the small courtyard, except for Xie Yinghao, there was no one else, which was convenient for Chen Feng.
Arriving outside a monastery, Chen Feng knocked on the door, imitating the voice of the boy just now, and said respectfully: "Elder, the ginseng soup has been delivered to you."
Xie Yinghao's slightly older voice came: "Bring it in."
"Yes." Chen Feng responded respectfully and pushed the door open.
Inside the monastery, it is very quiet and the furnishings are very simple. There is only a bed and a small table.
A figure was sitting cross-legged on the bed at this time, facing Chen Feng. He didn't even open his eyes when Chen Feng came in.
In the eyes of a high-level warrior like him, these servants are no different from air.
Chen Feng put the ginseng soup on the table gently and took a few steps back, as if he was preparing to walk out.
But at this moment, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the Purple Moon Sword was suddenly unsheathed. A flash of lightning flashed across his face, and the long sword had cut off Xie Yinghao's throat.
At this time, Xie Yinghao had just reacted and hadn't even had time to open his eyes.
He looked at Chen Feng in disbelief, making a roaring sound in his throat, and a large amount of blood mixed with bubbles poured out from his wound.
He stared at Chen Feng, with huge shock in his eyes, and his hands were trembling, as if he wanted to do something, but Chen Feng no longer gave him a chance.
With a strong force of the Ziyuedao, Xie Yinghao's head flew up.
Chen Feng walked next to him and said with a low smile: "Elder Xie, I have no grudges with you, but it's a pity that I have to kill you."
With Chen Feng's strength, it would be very difficult to kill Xie Yinghao by force. It would probably take a long time and would end in Chen Feng's defeat.
And even if Chen Feng can win, his identity will definitely be exposed.
This is a smooth road, which Chen Feng absolutely does not want.
Chen Feng took out a mustard seed bag from Xie Yinghao's body, put it into his arms, and then sprinkled Xie Yinghao's corpse with the corpse powder written by Xie Zhuxin.
Light blue powder was sprinkled on the corpse, and soon the flesh and blood of the corpse melted, turning into a pool of blood after a while.
This can conceal the identity of Chen Feng, the murderer.
Then Chen Feng left calmly and sneaked into Xie Mingchang's residence.
Although it was already late at night, Xie Mingchang's residence was still brightly lit.
The difference is that Xie Yinghao is cultivating, while Xie Mingchang is fooling around with a few women.
When Chen Feng kicked the door open and strode in, Xie Mingchang raised his head, glared at Chen Feng, and shouted fiercely: "Who are you? Do you know who I am? How dare you break into Xie's house!
"
What answered him was a flash of shining sword light.
Chen Feng didn't talk nonsense to him at all, and cut him into two pieces with one knife.
Then he looked at the women, who immediately killed Xie Mingchang as soon as the middle-aged man broke in. Xie Mingchang's blood spattered all over them. They were all extremely frightened and huddled in the corner, trembling, their faces covered with blood.
He looked at Chen Feng fearfully.
When Chen Feng turned his eyes to them, they all had a look of pleading in their eyes.
Chen Feng sighed softly, plundered another mustard bag from Xie Mingchang, then cut off Xie Mingchang's head, also used corpse powder to turn his body into a pool of blood, then turned and left.
There are things that a grown man does and things he doesn't do. These girls are also innocent and pitiful people. Chen Feng can't do it if he is asked to do something to them.
"Hey, I'll give you Xie Mingchang's head."
In a secret room in the backyard of Xie's auction house, Chen Feng threw a baggage to Xie Zhuxin and said lightly.
Xie Zhuxin glanced at him in surprise and opened the bag. Inside was indeed Xie Mingchang's head. His face was full of disbelief, and he stared at Xie Zhuxin with his eyes wide open.
Xie Zhuxin took a look and felt a little chilled. She covered the head with a brush and said with a smile: "Chen Feng, you really didn't disappoint me. You said you actually killed him in one night, just one night."
Chen Feng smiled: "It's no big deal. Not only was he stupid, but Xie Yinghao was also killed by me."
"What? You killed Xie Yinghao too?" Xie Zhuxin's eyes widened and she looked at Chen Feng blankly.
She originally thought that Chen Feng sneaked into the Xie Mansion, and then killed Xie Mingchang when Xie Yinghao wasn't paying attention, but she never expected that Chen Feng actually killed Xie Yinghao as well.
You know, Xie Yinghao is a master of the third level of Shenmen Realm, which makes her a little unbelievable.
Chen Feng smiled lightly and said: "It's not a big deal, just sneak in and kill him with one knife."
The more he spoke lightly, the more Xie Zhuxin couldn't believe it. She looked at Chen Feng and felt that she needed to re-examine him.
