Chapter 217 Wang Yuhai

That night, Qin Shaochen did not return to Qin Baye's residence.

Instead, he stayed in the secret realm.

First, it’s because the Zong Dan has not been refined yet.

That kind of rare elixir is more troublesome, and it takes a lot of time just to select and refine various medicinal materials.

It takes at least three days to refine one.

The second reason is that he has not yet mastered the basic spells.

He planned to stay in this secluded place and practice in peace for two more days.

As night fell, Qin Shaochen was lying on the grass outside the wooden house.

It's dark all around. When you look up at the night sky, you will feel that there are many and bright stars in the sky.

The starry sky is vast, deep and mysterious.

Soon, the annoyance in his heart dissipated unconsciously.

If you think about it, there's really nothing to worry about.

In Lao Qin's family, the only one who knows that he is a spiritual warrior is his younger sister.

Of course, the little sister will not tell others about him.

Moreover, he did not tell Xiao Luo that he was a spiritual warrior.

Xiao Luo always thought that he was just an ordinary spiritual warrior with two orifices.

The only one who knows that he is a Five-Aperture Spiritualist is Yuan Dongxing.

But this Great Foundation Establishment Spiritualist is trapped in a secret realm, so it is naturally even more impossible for him to reveal his secrets.

Furthermore, although he likes to hide his strength, he is not a person who is afraid of getting into trouble.

If there is any trouble in the future, if the water comes and the earth comes to cover it, and the soldiers come to block it, who will be afraid of whom?

Worrying is useless!

After thinking about it, he fell into sleep on this quiet grassland!

***

In a large mansion in the north of Huaitian City, there is a palace with candles brightly lit late at night.

In the lobby, an old man in an ocher robe sat in the middle, his face gloomy.

There were several people standing next to him, standing or sitting, all looking at an old man in Tsing Yi kneeling on the ground directly in front of him.

The old man in green clothes has a thin face and an ashen complexion. He is Qin Lianyun, the third master of the Qin family in Qingzhu Town.

At this time, he was sweating profusely and kept kowtowing to the ocher-robed old man sitting on the main seat.

"Master Wang, I really didn't betray the Wang family!"

"I have told everything I know about Qin Xiaoluo, without any reservation..."

Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man standing behind the ocher-robed old man flexed and stretched his fingers, and a green wooden vine suddenly appeared in the air and was pulled directly towards Mr. Qin.

There was a "pop" sound, the skin was torn open and blood was flowing out.

Mr. Qin did not dare to dodge, his face was twitching in pain, and he did not forget to kowtow.

"Master Wang, you must believe me!"

"How could I possibly rebel against Mr. Wang!"

"Just because of that Qin Xiaoluo, my two sons died!"

"The eighth member of the Qin family and I have a deep hatred and sworn hatred. How could we secretly help those bastards!"

"Believe in you! My only mistake was believing in you."

After the old man in ocher robe snorted softly, he finally spoke.

"For the first time, you didn't catch that Qin Shaochen. I can't stand it anymore."

"The second time, you failed to catch the little spiritual man, so I endured it again."

"But this time, based on the information you provided, I sent someone to assassinate the little spiritual warrior."

"What's the result? Your information is nothing."

"Not only did our people return without success, but they also killed a great martial artist."

The old man in ocher robes is named Wang Yuhai, and he is the elder of the Wang family in Huaitian City.

His face was cold, his eyes were red, he was obviously very angry, and his tone of voice was very unkind.

"Later on, my son was retaliated against and died."

"I really regret it!"

Wang Yuhai shook his head as he spoke.

"Just because I believed you, you idiot, my precious grandson died inexplicably in Zhangjiajie. Now, because I believe you, I have indirectly killed the most promising spiritual man in my house."

"Tell me, how can I give you another chance and allow you, an old dog, to live in this world?"

Third Master Qin was so frightened when he heard that the elder of the Wang family blamed him for the deaths of the two spiritual men.

The frequency of kowtowing became faster.

His forehead was already stained with blood.

"Lord Wang, spare your life, Lord Wang, spare your life! Lord Wang Moyu's death has nothing to do with me, and I have no knowledge of Lord Wang Yueting's death."

"It must be the good deed done by the little spiritual man together with his big brother."

"Master Wang, please give me another five days. I will find a way to catch Qin Shaochen, and then use that kid as bait to set up a trap to kill Qin Xiaoluo..."

"No."

Wang Yuhai shook his head again.

"A dog like you is of little use. Living is just a waste of food. It would be better to die earlier to save worry."

Wang Yuhai's tone was already full of murderous intent.

"Do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged monk behind him raised his right hand and flexed and stretched his fingers again.

This time, what appeared on the fingertips was no longer a cyan beam of light, but a bright fireball.

Just as he was about to pop out the fireball, a voice suddenly came from the other side of the lobby.

"Wait a minute!"

The speaker was a young girl, her clothes were somewhat gorgeous, her face was as white as a piece of paper, and she had a smile on her lips, but there was a hint of cruelty in her eyes.

Wang Yuhai looked at the girl with an indifferent expression and said a little dissatisfied:

"Miss Sun, do you want to find a way out for that old dog?"

"I don't want him to die."

Sun Xiaoruo walked forward slowly.

"But I'm not begging for mercy for him."

"I just think it's a pity that your old dog, after all, has reached the late stage of martial arts training, just burn to ashes."

"Master sent me here this time and gave me ten blood puppet pills, which can make ten blood puppets."

"This junior is brave and wants to ask Senior Wang to give that old dog to this junior and let me make it into a blood puppet."

Wang Yuhai turned his head and glanced at Mr. Qin.

Seeing Master Qin's face full of horror, his whole body was trembling.

A cold smile finally appeared on Wang Yuhai's face.

"I heard that people who are made into blood puppets will suffer so much pain that life would be worse than death!"

"I just feel that letting that old bastard die like this would be too easy for him."

"Miss Sun's suggestion is very much in line with my wishes."

"That's right!"

"Thank you, Senior Wang!"

Sun Xiaoruo had a smile on his face and bowed respectfully.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Qin, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly jumped up, leaped towards the door.

As a late-stage martial arts master, his speed is not bad.

"madness!"

The middle-aged spiritual warrior who took action earlier snorted coldly.

As soon as the other hand was raised, a cyan beam of light shot towards Mr. Qin like lightning.

With two touches, the beam immediately turned into a vine as thick as a child's arm, tightly wrapping around Mr. Qin.

Mr. Qin was unable to maintain his figure and immediately fell to the entrance of the lobby with a "plop".

As a martial artist, it was obviously impossible for him to escape from the hands of someone in the middle stage of Qi refining.

Sun Xiaoruo chuckled and walked slowly to Mr. Qin.

"Third Master, you are already over sixty. Why are you becoming more and more embarrassed as you live? You are so cowardly that you are worse than a dog."

Mr. Qin looked unwilling, his eyes were red, and he kept struggling on the ground.

"Master Wang, let me go. I am not guilty. I am loyal to the Wang family. I don't deserve to die...!"

"Don't worry, you won't die!"

Sun Xiaoruo laughed, quickly took out a long silver awl from his arms, and stabbed it directly into Master Qin's lower back.

Mr. Qin's face began to twist and he opened his mouth wide, trying to make a sound.

But there were just a few "ouch" sounds in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

Sun Xiaoruo showed no mercy and took out two identical silver awls one after another, one piercing the tail vertebra and the other piercing the cervical vertebra.

This time, Mr. Qin couldn't even make a sound.

He could only open his eyes wide, roll the whites of his eyes, and his eyelids were trembling.

Foam kept coming out of the corners of his mouth.

Obviously in great pain!

"I made you into a blood puppet, which at least has one benefit."

Seeing Master Qin's miserable look, the smile on Sun Xiaoruo's face became even brighter.

"That is, you will no longer be as timid as a mouse. You will only be like a wild beast, crazy and cruel, and fearless of death!"

After saying that, he couldn't help but let out a burst of giggles.