"Stop talking nonsense. You can't guess what the young master is thinking."

There was a lot of murmuring and complaining over there, and it seemed like there were two groups of people with different opinions.

In the end, it ended with - 'What are you so proud of? Why don't you do it in front of her if you want to be a little master?'

Wan Moluo listened to the conversation between these people very clearly, and he knew in his heart that this was the person from the Wan Du Sect who had fallen off the cliff before.

Zhao Ziqian must have wanted to see the bodies, so he asked these people to come down to look for her and Runzhi's bodies.

Although what they said didn't sound like they had found someone, Wanmoluo decided to go and have a look in person so that he could feel reassured.

Following the sound he heard before, Wan Mo Luo used his inner strength to silently approach the disciples of the Wan Du Sect.

He waited until he was in front of them to make sure they didn't notice him before looking at them.

I saw a few disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, dressed in black and powerful clothes, setting up a fire and leaning on it under a big tree.

Except for one person who was still keeping vigil, the others were already drowsy.

Wan Mo Luo touched the iron fan on his waist and instantly unfolded the iron fan. The iron fan made a sound of black iron colliding.

Before the sound could reach her ears, the iron fan in Wanmoluo's hand was thrown out like a boomerang.

He rushed towards the few people leaning on the big tree and took off their heads in an instant.

When the night watchman noticed something was wrong, it was too late. Wan Mo Luo had already appeared behind her, and the iron fan in her hand returned to its place. At this time, the tip of the fan was stained with the blood of her companions and was touching her neck.

So close.

"do not move!"

Wan Moluo said fiercely.

The man trembled when he heard the sound, then softened, and his hand on the sword at his waist loosened.

"Hero, spare your life, I...I..."

The man waited for a long time and nothing came out. Wanmoluo felt impatient and asked:

"You are from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, what are you doing here?"

The remaining Wan Du Sect disciples were frightened and immediately explained everything in detail.

"We are just here to find two people. We fell off the cliff before and didn't mean to disturb you."

Wanmoluo raised his eyebrows and continued to ask:

"Have you found it now?"

"No...nothing...nothing..."

"not a single one?!"

Wan Moluo approached the iron fan in his hand. The tip of the iron fan was extremely sharp. The skin of the man's neck was broken and bleeding when it came slightly close to it. The man was so frightened that he quickly said:

"It's really not true. I really said everything to you, Heroine, spare your life."

None... Wan Mo Luo's heart sank. If it wasn't the people from the Wan Du Sect who captured Qiao Runzhi, then who would it be?

Looking at the little minions who were still shivering, Wanmoluo snorted coldly and said:

"The person you are looking for is far away and right in front of you. It's just that I won't kill you today because I want you to go back and tell everyone in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect that I, Ten Thousand Demons, will one day seek revenge from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After saying that, he walked away and when the guy raised his head, there was no one else around except the dead people.

Wan Moluo felt unsure at this time, so he had to go back to the mountainside to look for Mr. Chen.

When they arrived in the cave, Mr. Chen was still meditating and felt someone coming. Mr. Chen opened his eyes and was a little surprised to see it was Wanmoluo:

"what happened?"

At this time, his face was even more exposed. Wanmoluo's face was already pale, and now he looked even worse. After walking in, he said straight to the point:

"Mr. Chen, ."

Chen Lao was also very surprised when he heard that, and asked Wan Mo Luo what happened. After listening to Wan Mo Luo telling the whole story, Chen Lao thought for a while and said:

"Let's get ready and go back now."

The two people left the cave without stopping and headed towards the courtyard.

When we returned to the house, the situation inside was exactly the same as what Wanmoluo had described. The strange man was still lying on his side on the bed.

Mr. Chen used his two fingers to feel his pulse, and after checking the strange man's eight extraordinary meridians, he sighed and said:

"This man died after exhaustion of his internal energy, but there were no signs of struggle around him. He must have transmitted his internal energy to others."

"what do you mean..."

Wan Moluo felt that there was a guess in his mind, and he looked at Mr. Chen:

"You wanted to heal him before but he refused. He once said that no one could transfer the inner strength to him with the skills he practiced..."

"I'm afraid that his inner strength and mental skills are only for use by men."

Chen Lao's eyes were blazing. At this time, her long-term exposure to the world of martial arts had shown her profound knowledge. She continued:

"As far as I know, only one sect uses the technique that is limited to men——"

Mr. Chen was silent for a moment and then said:
Chapter completed!