The sudden appearance of the white-shirted old man and the two green-shirted men made the Zhao family feel a cold murderous intention.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, who is it?" Zhao Chong took a deep breath, took a step forward, bowed his hand, and asked.

The white-shirted old man snorted coldly and stretched out his hand, as if there was a black butterfly in his hand, which fell on Zhao Chong's face at an extremely fast speed.

Before Zhao Chong could speak, he suddenly felt that something in his body was being quickly withdrawn.

Then, his expression was extremely hideous, and finally let out a roar of pain, and his body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had been drained of his blood, and when the black butterfly turned blood-red and returned to the old man's hands, Zhao Chong's body was frozen there, and the Zhao family took a step forward and touched Zhao Chong gently, and the next moment, Zhao Chong's body instantly turned into powder.

"Ahh

In just the blink of an eye, Zhao Chong had already ......

Gone to nothing.

This gust of wind blew, and several Zhao family members coughed violently.

Who is a normal person who can have this kind of experience of blowing his face with ashes?

"Uncle Chong!"

"Grandpa Chong!"

One by one, the Zhao family was stunned.

Zhao Chong's current state can't be regarded as cold, but broken, as broken as the festival......

"Who are you!" the middle-aged man who had been following Zhao Chong shouted loudly, but the voice coming out of his mouth sounded full of horror.

The white-bearded old man sneered, and the butterfly in his hand had disappeared.

"Who killed my son?"

Or what they said before, which makes them have to start to wonder if it is really as said on the Internet, the essence of human beings is a repeater.

"Who the hell is your son, how do we know who killed your son?" said a young man from the Zhao family.

The white-bearded old man's gaze fell on him.

The next moment, the young man felt that his body was enveloped in a cold, and he barely hesitated, and he turned to leave, but his reaction was still a little slower, or rather, the speed of his escape did not catch up with the speed of the butterfly, and in the blink of an eye, the butterfly turned him into powder.

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead. The white-bearded old man snorted coldly, after killing the two Zhao family members one after another, his face did not show any complicated expression, as if it was not a human being who died in his hands just now, but two ants, this is the real sense of not taking human life seriously, otherwise how could he achieve this level of joy and sorrow?

"Are you from the Poison Sect?" The middle-aged man was too late to be scared at this time, just thinking about how to get out of such a predicament.

Since the other party has repeatedly asked who killed his son, then he will reveal the mystery himself, and the problem will be solved?

"Huh?" the white-bearded old man looked at him, and the middle-aged man subconsciously shuddered.

"How do you know that I am a member of the Poison Sect? It seems that my son's death is really related to you. The white-bearded old man said with a sneer.

"No, no, senior, your son's death has nothing to do with us. The middle-aged man hurriedly said.

The white-bearded old man looked at him with a frown, as if he wanted to penetrate his heart directly with his gaze.

Then, he said slowly, "Go on." ”

"Senior, your son did die in our Zhao family, but the person who killed him was not from our Zhao family!" The middle-aged man saw a glimmer of life and hurriedly said.

"Who is that?" When the white-bearded old man spoke, his mouth opened and closed very little, and he had always been expressionless at this time, which made people wonder if the old man was asleep, but the cold killing machine existed all the time, and the old man was probably putting enough pressure on them in this way.

In the blink of an eye, the two Zhao family members were killed, and the rest of the Zhao family members could only cower and gather together to keep warm, at this time, where did they still have the slightest arrogance to go to Gao Geyue New Town to talk to them?

Therefore, these people used to talk to Gao Geyue New Town to "communicate" with Gao Geyue Xincheng, but in fact, they were all strong outsiders, and when they came to Gao Ge, they might not even be able to say a complete sentence. After all, the thunderous methods shown in Gao Ge before were ...... compared to the white-bearded old man in front of him Well, it's more or less worse, Gao Ge doesn't have such vicious means as him, but if Gao Ge knows it, he will definitely use it often, after all, it is clean and neat, and the corpse will not leave any traces if it is directly turned into powder, and even the steps of destroying the corpse and destroying the traces are omitted in the world.

Mainly, the body has been thrown there, and someone else has to clean it.

Gao Ge is the kind of person who doesn't like to cause trouble to others.

The middle-aged man hesitated, and when he saw the butterfly reappear in the old man's hand, the middle-aged man shouted hysterically: "Gao Ge!

In fact, he didn't want to betray Gao Ge for the sake of his conscience, anyway, there was already hatred between their Zhao family and Gao Ge, of course, this doesn't mean that they wouldn't betray Gao Ge without hatred......

The reason why I was still a little hesitant before, I just wanted to seize this opportunity to bargain with the other party, what if the other party got the news and killed himself and others?

"Gao Ge?" the white-bearded old man frowned slightly, "Who is he, where is he now?"

"He should be in Broken Dragon Mountain now. The middle-aged man whispered.

"Why did he kill my son?" the white-bearded old man continued.

The middle-aged man was tempted to roll his eyes.

When you say this, why should people kill your son?

Your son is going to kill people, and they still don't do it, waiting for the New Year to dry and become bacon?

However, he knew that if he really said such a thing, it would only speed up the time of his death, so he changed his way of saying it and whispered: "That guy named Gao Ge is probably idle and has nothing to do, ......right?

Hearing the middle-aged man say this, the white-bearded old man also frowned: "People from the Dragon Pavilion, if it's someone from the Dragon Pavilion, then it's a little troublesome......

As if he was afraid that the other party would dispel the idea of looking for Gao Ge for revenge, the middle-aged man hurriedly said: "Don't worry, that Gao Ge was originally a person from the Dragon Pavilion, but now he is not." ”

At the same time, he was also a little curious in his heart, seeing that this white-bearded old man was not a mortal, how could he not even hear Gao Ge's name?

"Okay, I see, since that's the case, then I have nothing to worry about. After saying this, the white-bearded old man turned his face to look at the two men in green shirts behind him.

The two men in green shirts immediately understood and rushed forward.

The white-bearded old man slowly walked towards the door.

All I heard was screams outside.

It was a killing.

"You can't ...... like this" The middle-aged man screamed in despair, but found that a bug flew into his mouth, and then he began to pick his throat desperately, but after a while, the originally inconspicuous little bug, but it was already the size of a fist, crawled out of his stomach......

"You people, you deserve to die!" the white-bearded old man turned his back to them and raised his head to look at the sky, "Wu'er, don't worry, I will let these people be buried for you......"