"Oh." Qin Cheng nodded, and the two of them didn't say anything again.

Mr. Pan, not far away, was furious and said coldly: "I asked you to get out, have you heard it?"

"Didn't it be clear that we don't want to pay attention to him?" Qin Cheng thought.

"I guess my mind is not that smart." Xu Beichuan was serious.

Mr. Pan was furious and slapped the table with a slap, and the table suddenly shattered!

At the same time, several guards beside him walked towards him with steel knives!

"Kill them both!" Mr. Pan shouted angrily.

The guards shouted loudly, and the steel knife in their hands came straight towards Qin Cheng's head!

"Crack!" The steel knife fell on Qin Cheng's head and was directly collapsed into two pieces!

The guards were confused. Before they could react, they were shocked by a burst of energy!

"I don't want to pay attention to you. Are you going to be a slut, right?" Xu Beichuan took a step forward and instantly pressed Mr. Pan's head to the ground.

"You...you dare to hit me! I am the son of King Pan!" Mr. Pan shouted.

Qin Cheng narrowed his eyes.

The son of King Pan? Just in time, this kid might know something.

"The King of Pan is dead, let alone you, a slutty!" Xu Beichuan raised his hand and kept slapping his head.

"Take him away." Qin Cheng said to Xu Beichuan.

Then he walked out of the hotel gate.

"Ah? Are you not eating anymore?" Xu Beichuan said with some displeasure.

Although monks do not have that high requirements for food, they cannot help but feel greedy!

"Let's eat next time." Qin Cheng waved his hand.

After a few people walked out of the hotel, the boss felt like he was lost.

"Trouble, trouble..." He sat on the ground, his face full of sorrow.

...

Qin Cheng brought Mr. Pan to a time when no one was left.

Mr. Pan felt more and more frightened. Although he was the son of King Pan, his strength was only at the peak of the master. Compared with King Pan, he was simply a thousand miles away.

"You... don't kill me..." Mr. Pan said in horror, "I have money at home, I will give you as much money you want..."

"Shut your mouth!" Xu Beichuan raised his hand and slapped it in his mouth.

Qin Cheng walked to Mr. Pan and squatted down. He smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you, I just want to ask you a few things."

"Brother, I promise to tell you everything!" Mr. Pan had no blood and was a standard playboy.

Qin Cheng said: "How many years have your father been at the peak of Wuzong? Also, how many Wuzong does Lieyang Sect have? How many average life expectancy is?"

Mr. Pan swallowed his saliva and said quickly: "I...I don't know. Since I can remember, my father has been Wuzong. As for Lieyangzong, there are only seven Wuzongs in total, and the average life span is about eighty years old..."

"It's really a blood sacrifice." Hearing this, Qin Cheng threw Mr. Pan aside.

The lifespan of ordinary Wuzong is at least over 100 years old, and it is unheard of for the age of eighty.

Blood sacrifice is an extremely evil method, just like the mass grave in ancient times.

But who was the one who arranged the blood sacrifice? What means did he use to absorb the spiritual energy?

Could it be King Pan? It is impossible, he does not have that great ability.


Chapter completed!