Chapter 172 Murder weapon

For a long time, Qin Yan gradually stopped laughing and looked down at Song Qing, capturing the haze that flashed in his eyes. This guy, just because Du Gusheng was seriously injured, temporarily lied with the young master. He may not know when he will eat back. Will I leave such a poisonous snake by my side?

Qin Yan smiled, got up from the bed and said, "Brother Song Qing, thank you for your good news. In order to express my gratitude, I decided to personally give you a great honor."

Song Qing's body trembled violently, straightened up and shouted, "Brother Qin, I came to you with my intention. Why do you insist on forcing you!"

Qin Yan said slowly, "It's you who think too highly of yourself. If I want to find a few subordinates, there will be countless responders immediately. Is there still a shortage of you? If I let you go, then who should be responsible for Wang Nian's life?

Song Qing summoned up the courage to stare at Qin Yan and shouted angrily, "That's Dugusheng's order. What can we do as apprentices!" You are so powerful, why don't you go straight to Wangfeng to find Dugu to settle the case?

"Because I can't beat him!" Qin Yan grinned, "In my current cultivation, I can only find disciples like you to vent my fire. It's human's normal to bully the soft and fear the hard, and you can't blame me, right? Brother Song Qing, do you come by yourself, or do you bother me to do it yourself?

Song Qing let out a sad sound in his mouth, and his body began to tremble. Suddenly, he bent down and knocked on the ground and kowtoed repeatedly: "Chief brother... Please spare my life. I'm very useful. I'm willing to do anything. You can treat me as a dog. I'm willing to write a contract and be a cow in this life. Being a horse, a slave as a maidservant..." In a panic, he began to speak incoherently.

"Are you really willing to do anything?"

"Yes, yes!" Song Qing raised her head with tears on her face, "No matter what the chief ordered, I will sacrifice my life to finish it."

Qin Yan touched his chin and asked, "Does anyone know you came here this time?"

"No, I set out before dawn and was not found by anyone."

"Well, that's good. Come closer!"

There was hope in Song Qing's eyes: If the chief said so, is there something confidential to be entrusted to himself?

He didn't dare to get up, so he replaced his feet with his knees and moved to Qin Yan. As soon as he was about to open his mouth, he caught a glimpse of a strange look on Qin Yan's face, which made his heart ** uncontrollably.

Qin Yan raised his right hand, stretched out a finger and asked, "Do you know this thing?"

"This..." Song Qing's face was confused, and his mind turned quickly and flattered, "This is your index finger, the chief brother. It is really slender and powerful, symbolizing boundless power and majesty..."

"Wrong! This is a murder weapon!" Qin Yan interrupted his flattery, and his eyes showed a cold look. He sneered and said, "You are about to die under this finger, but you have to look carefully before you can explain it to the king of hell!"

"Ah! You..." Song Qing suddenly stared twice, waved his right arm to the hilt of the sword behind him, and at the same time stopped his left hand across his chest. Just under his momentary gaze, the slender finger suddenly moved, and a faint golden light appeared on his fingertips, quietly breaking through the barrier of the air, dragging out a dreamlike light, and instantly reaching his chest.

He shouted and clenched his left hand into a fist, facing the soul-threatening finger. There was only a slight crisp sound, followed by a sharp pain rushing up along his arm. He watched the finger penetrate his fist without hesitation, and the momentum did not diminish at all, and went straight into the heart of his left chest.

He trembled all over and felt that there was no more power in his whole body. The focal length of his eyes was quickly blurred, and the finger that pierced his heart couldn't help rotating and expanding in front of his eyes until a dark whirlpool surged up and swallowed up his mind.

With a "pop", Song Qing's body could no longer maintain a kneeling posture and fell to the ground. Until this time, his right hand still held the hilt of the sword tightly and refused to relax. But the sword that just pulled out half of the sword could no longer save his life.

Qin Yan looked at his frightened expression and shook his head and said, "You are so stupid, really. You know that I have murderous intentions, but you have to take the initiative to send it to my door. If I were you, I should have been hiding on the peak and never show up for a year or two, so what can I do with you?

Blood flowed out of the chest of the body and converged into a small pool of water under him, and a strong smell of blood filled the whole room. Qin Yan couldn't help frowning. This is his room where he practices and sleeps, so he can't pollute the blood of the villain.

He thought for a moment, suddenly got up, went to the body and squatted down, opened his right hand with five fingers, pressed it on the chest of the body, and silently carried the blood formula. A layer of invisible ripples shook open, and the air shook like water a few times. The blood under the body seemed to be pulled by a kind of power, and began to flow back into the body.

Qin Yan's secret luck was so clever that his palms were slowly raised, and he saw a large group of red ** lifted by him until he rose into the air and completely pulled out of the body. He held the blood in his right hand, lifted Song Qing's body with his left hand, and flashed out of the cave. He came to a cliff behind the mountain and shook his hands together. The body and the blood mass flew out, smashing the branches and leaves under the cliff and fell into the abyss.

After doing this, he returned to the stone room. I don't know if it was an illusion. He sniffed and seemed to still smell blood.

It shouldn't be. I have drained all the blood on the ground!

Is it the resentment of ghosts? Is he going to ask me for his life when the young master is unprepared?

It's not without this possibility. The aura in the Yellow Cave is very abundant, which is suitable for these resentful spirits to nourish the soul. It was the first time for me to kill someone in my cave, but I didn't expect this to happen.

Qin Yan took off his shoes and socks, sat cross-legged in **, waved his arms, and a circle of gray-black ripples opened. The lights in the cave immediately went out, and the whole space suddenly fell into darkness.

He closed his eyes and felt quite restless. He always felt a pair of eyes peeping at him behind his back, and a trace of chill penetrated into his bone marrow. However, when he expanded his consciousness to search, he found nothing abnormal.

This feeling is really disgusting.

He sat quietly for a moment and suddenly shouted, "Soong Qing, are you looking at me?"

The sound echoed in the stone room, but there was no answer.

Qin Yan paused and said, "You should know that since you are dead, you should report to the Hall of the King of hell early and strive to have a good baby in your next life. What's the point of pestering me like this? Do you think you can ask me for my life with your little ability?