"Mr. Su, if Han Qianzhong comes to your door, do you have any way to deal with him?"

Mo Zhenshan asked Su Yuandao with a worried look.

At this time, Mo Zhenshan no longer had any doubts about what Su Yuan said.

Su Yuan did not answer Mo Zhenshan's question immediately, but instead clenched his right hand into sword fingers, concentrated his energy, and struck the void nine times with the "Nine Nether Blood Draining Curse" carved on the leech-like handle of the demon sword.

Following Su Yuan's move, the nine small red dots of the "Nine Nether Blood Draining Curse" on the handle of the knife suddenly rotated and turned into another talisman.

Mo Zhenshan, who was next to him, also saw the changes on the handle of the knife and couldn't help but ask Su Yuancai: "Mr. Su, what are you doing?"

"Han Qianzhong's mind has been connected with the Nine Nether Blood-Draining Curse on the leech-like demon sword. I just used some methods to make Han Qianzhong suffer the backlash of this evil curse!"

Su Yuan said this to Mo Zhenshan.

"Oh, what will happen after Han Qianzhong is attacked?"

Mo Zhenshan asked Su Yuandao again.

"The counterattack power of the Nine Nether Blood-Draining Curse is not trivial. Han Qianzhong should be severely injured. Under such circumstances, he will definitely not give up and will fight back crazily. So what we have to do is wait and wait!"

Su Yuan responded to Mo Zhenshan's question calmly...

At the same time, in a luxurious villa in the northern suburbs of Shanghai.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with a horse face and dressed as a Taoist priest, was meditating on a futon.

Suddenly, a strong aura exploded in the middle-aged man's sea of ​​consciousness. Immediately afterwards, the blood energy in his eight extraordinary meridians also swelled, and an unbearable energy surged in the sea of ​​energy in his Dantian.

The suppressed power gathered together and quickly surged towards his head.

"puff…"

In an instant, the middle-aged man couldn't hold on anymore, opened his mouth wide and vomited out a large pool of red and sticky blood.

The sudden change made the middle-aged man immediately realize that something was wrong. He quickly took out a black ceramic bottle from his arms, unscrewed the lid and poured out a blood-red pill. He swallowed it with his mouth open, then sat down cross-legged and took the medicine.

Get up and work.

After a while, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath, then stood up, with a sinister cold light flashing in his eyes: "I didn't expect that someone actually saved Mo Zhenshan. Not only did he let Mo Zhenshan

My success failed, and the power of the Nine Nether Blood-Draining Curse came back to me! Fortunately, I had a Yuan-Returning Pill, otherwise most of my cultivation would have been destroyed! How dare this person ruin my big job! This is simply abominable.

, I must find him and avenge this shame and humiliation!"

Then, the middle-aged man took out a mobile phone and dialed a number. "Cousin, where are you now?"

"Qian Zhong, I've been waiting for your good news. According to your plan, Mo Zhenshan won't be able to survive today, right?"

The person on the other end of the phone immediately asked the middle-aged man excitedly.

"Mo Zhenshan is not dead!"

The middle-aged man said coldly.

"Ah? Mo Zhenshan is not dead? Didn't you say that he would definitely die if he couldn't last three days? What happened?"

The person on the other end of the phone was shocked and hurriedly asked the middle-aged man.

"Someone rescued Mo Zhenshan, and that person also discovered the secret of the demonic leech-like sword and the Nine Nether Blood-draining Curse. Through some means, it caused a backlash in me!"

The middle-aged man said this to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Ah? Qian Zhong, how are you doing now?"

The person on the other end of the phone was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly asked the middle-aged man.

"Fortunately, I have a holy elixir with me, and I saved my life and cultivation after taking it!"

The middle-aged man replied.

The man on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked the middle-aged man: "Qian Zhong, do you know who saved Mo Zhenshan?"

"Um...I don't know who saved Mo Zhenshan yet."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and then said this to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Then...does Mo Zhenshan already know that it was us who killed him? If he knows, what should we do?"

The person on the other end of the phone asked the middle-aged man nervously.

"Cousin, don't panic. Even though Mo Zhenshan knows that it was us who did it, he doesn't have any substantial evidence. You don't have to worry too much!"

The middle-aged man said to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Mo Zhenshan is not an idle person. If he knew that it was us who had done this to him, he would definitely take revenge!"

The person on the other end of the phone hurriedly said this. After all, he knew Mo Zhenshan's energy very well.

"Don't worry, cousin, I will personally take action tonight and I will never let Mo Zhenshan live to see the sun tomorrow morning!"

The middle-aged man said this to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Okay! I believe that with your ability, Mo Zhenshan will definitely die this time!"

When the person on the other end of the phone heard this, he suddenly became excited again.

"Mo Zhenshan is not difficult to deal with. What I want to deal with is the person who caused me to suffer backlash!"

The middle-aged man said to the person on the other end of the phone. "Not only did this person see the Nine Nether Blood Draining Curse hidden in the leech-like handle of the demon knife, but he was also able to use this curse to cause me to suffer backlash. This shows his ability."

Not weak, but a dangerous enemy!"

"Uh... Qian Zhong, are you sure you can deal with that person?"

The person on the other end of the phone said hurriedly.

"Don't worry! I have been practicing the secret art of moving mountains for many years. Whether it is martial arts or magic, there are few people who can match it in today's world! Although that person has some abilities, I have a deadly skill. When the time comes, I will definitely master it.

Let that man die without a burial place!"

The middle-aged man said this in a sinister tone.

"That's good! That's good! Then I'll be waiting for your good news!"

The man on the other end of the phone felt relieved.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was midnight.

Mojia Manor, in the main hall.

Su Yuan sat on a sofa with a calm expression. Next to him were only Mo Zhenshan and Nangong Shuxue.

The reason why Mo Zhenshan wanted to stay was because he was the victim himself, and he was also a "bait" and the main target.

Nangong Shuxue did it because she was a master of both Xuanwu and Xuanwu cultivation, and she wanted to stay and help Su Yuan.

Su originally wanted to reject Nangong Shuxue, but this little girl used both soft and hard tactics, and even continued to act coquettishly towards Su Yuan.

In desperation, Su Yuan had no choice but to let her stay...

Nangong Ting originally wanted to stay and "watch the fun", but was driven away by his precious daughter. After all, he was just an ordinary person.

Others in the Mo family, including Mo Zhenshan's wife Meng Mingxia, as well as many staff and even the bodyguards of the nursing home, temporarily left the Mo family manor villa under Mo Zhenshan's arrangement.
Chapter completed!