Gongsun Cheng seemed to want to vent out all the grievances and unwillingness he had accumulated over the years, but it was obvious that the man opposite him had no time to listen to his nonsense.
call out!
Gongsun Huan casually threw out two silver needles, and Gongsun Cheng's shouting suddenly stopped. He opened his mouth comically, and slowly fell to the ground with his body losing little strength.
His chest was stained bright red with blood. Gongsun Cheng struggled to turn his head, and his direct gaze fell on Gongsun Huan who was walking by him. A boundless anger suddenly emerged in his chest, and then quickly turned into a rage.
The wisp of green smoke was completely extinguished.
Gongsun Cheng's vision blurred, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and let out a low, self-deprecating laugh.
From the beginning to the end, he was not noticed by his father, and his previous indifference and indifference to him remained unchanged until the moment of his death.
Gongsun Cheng really wanted to know what else he cared about about the person he called his father, this extremely indifferent person.
He would never know the answer to this. Gongsun Huan didn't even think of talking nonsense to him. On the contrary, when the Thousand-faced Dharma King saw that the other party had killed his only son without hesitation, he couldn't help but tsk-tsk and smile strangely: "This is you
Wouldn’t you feel bad if you killed your own son?”
Gongsun Huan glanced at him and said impatiently: "Now is the time to do business."
Gongsun Cheng's still-cooled corpse was at his feet, but he was not even interested in lowering his head to take a look. Even though the rumors among the clan over the years were wrong in many ways, only one thing was right.
Gongsun Huan never liked Gongsun Cheng, his son, and it was always like this from the beginning to the end. To say that he didn't like him was even a bit flattering. To be more accurate, it should be said that he didn't care at all.
For Gongsun Huan, there were countless things waiting for him to worry about every day, so he had no time to care about these boring things.
"I know, hey, I know."
The Thousand-faced Dharma King lazily replied that the person who died was not his son anyway, it didn't matter if he was his father, so of course he had nothing to care about.
"Damn Shangguan Shaoqin, you are so cruel." Gongsun Huan saw the hell scene in front of him and immediately snorted, obviously feeling unhappy.
"Tsk, tsk," Thousand-faced Dharma King smacked his lips and said, "Looking at this, your Gongsun family is doomed. I can see clearly that there are guards in imperial robes outside. It would be easy for us to escape, but if you want to save the rest of the clan,
, even if it’s difficult.”
The Thousand-faced Dharma King's gloating about his misfortune did not move Gongsun Huan. He didn't care much about his family. He used to look down on his family, so now he didn't feel any pity to lose him.
In fact, if he is short of money, he has the support of the Xuantian Sect. If he is short of people, there are countless pills that he can use to train him to be a master. As for the rest, hehe.
To put it bluntly, several generations of the Gongsun family together would be thrown out of their way by him in terms of medical skills. Such a group of useless trash will die when they die. How could he feel that it is a pity?
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"Don't worry about them."
Gongsun Huan said cruel words indifferently. He glanced in the direction of the main house and said in a serious voice: "After Gongsun Wang died, the Destiny Resurrection Pill was stored in the family. Unsurprisingly, it should be in Gongsun Yao's hands.
, she is also dead, so now we can only find it ourselves."
"Fine."
The King of Thousand Faces spread his hands and didn't say much. They came here just for this unparalleled magical elixir. They had already seen the power of this elixir from Lu Peng.
Although the cost is huge, it is a fact that it can defeat the poison of heaven and weep the heart. If this kind of treasure is lost in the hands of these mud-legged people, or simply the Jin Yiwei, it will be the most painful for them.
Following Gongsun Huan's order, the Thousand-faced Dharma King and many swordsmen in black were dispatched one after another to search for the whereabouts of the magical elixir in the mansion that was gradually being swallowed up by the fire.
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The fire burned all night, and in the early morning of the next day, the crowd of spectators had dispersed and gathered again, and even the guards guarding outside had changed their shifts.
Ying Wushang was shaken awake by Kuai Baihu from his sleep, and he only heard the other party say: "Sir, there is no movement inside."
Ying Wushang wiped his face to dispel the sleepiness, then stood up and took a few deep breaths. When his eyes calmed down, he said loudly: "Open the door!"
"yes!"
The Jin Yiwei who had stayed up all night finally waited for a chance to move. They moved away the earth and rocks blocking the door, and then broke in. The strong blood energy that rushed towards them made them feel a little uncomfortable after having experienced many battles.
Looking around, the ground was full of corpses of Jianghu people. They were so red-eyed that they couldn't stop the killing from the moment it started.
Ying Wushang covered his mouth and nose and quickly came to the atrium. He called Kuai Baihu and said, "Let the brothers split up and take a look."
"Yes!" Kuai Baihu responded, calling up several general flags at will, and ordered them to search in various directions.
Neither of them mentioned much about the matter of survival. After all, 70% of the wealth and industry accumulated by the Gongsun family has been in the hands of Jin Yiwei. If there are still survivors in the Gongsun family, it will indeed be an embarrassing thing for them.
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Fortunately, this group of Jianghu people were indeed crazy enough yesterday and did not leave any unnecessary trouble for the Jin Yiwei. The entire Gongsun family was dead, even Gongsun Cheng, who had just been released.
"I didn't expect this," Ying Wushang leaned over and looked at Gongsun Cheng's body, and said with great interest: "This crippled young master has survived so many disasters, but I didn't expect this time to be so disappointing."
Kuai Baihu said with a smile: "It's a pity that our Lord Lu still remembers him. I didn't expect that this kid would be so careless and waste his expectations."
"Okay, since you're dead, forget it."
Ying Wushang checked Gongsun Cheng's injuries and found out that he died due to his own unique skills. He just didn't know which clansman couldn't hold back and killed him.
While the two were chatting, several general bannermen reported to them: "Masters from hundreds of households, sirs from Qianhu, have searched everywhere, but no Destiny Resurrection Pill has been found."
"Is there someone who is the first to get there?" Kuai Baihu's face was a little gloomy, and Ying Wushang also frowned slightly.
The Gongsun family's property is indeed exciting, but the commander of Jinyiwei is also a master who is not short of money, not to mention, Master Lu's wife is Princess Yongle, who has countless wealth.
The main reason why Jinyiwei rushed to collect the inheritance of the Gongsun family was because of this legendary elixir. Wushang and others had known its efficacy for a long time, so they were even more unwilling to let it go.
Unexpectedly, the inside and outside they sealed off in advance were actually succeeded by others.
Kuai Baihu said: "Although I dare not say that the defense line set up by our brothers is foolproof, it is not something that cats and dogs can break through silently."
Ying Wushang nodded in approval. At this time, he lowered his head to look at Gongsun Cheng's injuries. Suddenly, a suspicion emerged in his mind. He thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Go back and report to Master Lu. The haunting guy has appeared again.