Bai Yang shrugged and said.

"Our man is dead, but you were the last person to come into contact with him, and you personally admitted that you knocked him unconscious. Do you have to give me an explanation?"

The well-dressed man looked at Bai Yang and said solemnly.

"No, who are you talking to for a long time?"

Bai Yang refused to answer that question and asked impatiently.

"I am the leader of the Little Knife Gang! Can you answer my question now?"

The other party has already begun to grind his teeth, looking at Bai Yang is no different from looking at a dead person.

"I'm not polite. I don't even know your name when I ask you. Forget it, I'm not familiar with you anyway. I don't know how your people died. You're not a good person. I'm afraid you have a lot of enemies. Maybe...

Someone hacked him to death, it’s none of my business, just go away on your own, I won’t entertain you.”

Bai Yang pouted and said, "It doesn't matter who you are or who you love."

"you……"

The gang leader hadn't spoken yet, but the hot-tempered people around him were unhappy. Seeing Bai Yang's angry face, the knife was even shown.

"roll!"

A cold snort rang out, but the word did not come from Bai Yang's mouth, but from Xue Mo, who was frowning and looking at the people around him with a look of disgust on his face.

Damn it, this is so messy, Bai Yang is speechless...

call……

A figure rushed out from the crowd, and slashed Xue Mo's neck with a cold knife in his hand, very quickly and with murderous intent.

Killing people at the slightest disagreement, it's okay to make some remarks first to set the stage. This is a bit too willful, Bai Yang glared slightly.

Xue Mo remained unmoved in the face of the man who came towards him coldly with a knife.

Whoa, an old man in gray clothes appeared out of nowhere and appeared next to Xue Mo in an instant. He slapped a light palm and stamped it on the man's chest. The man's body froze, flew out like a torn sack, and dropped with a bang.

Twenty meters away, a loud sound was coming from his mouth, his eyes were bulging, and blood was spitting out of his mouth along with the fragments of internal organs. It looked like he would not survive...

"Master, are you okay?"

After the old man slapped the opponent away, he bent down and looked at Xue Mowen.

Come on, where did this meow come from? What a ghost, why does something happen to me wherever I go? Is the god of mold possessed recently?
Chapter completed!