"how so?"

Yang Zhu was already a little difficult to breathe, and his face turned red quickly, but when he looked at Wang Xianrui, a hoarse and fearful voice still squeezed out from his throat.

Wang Xianrui did not let go. He looked at Yang Zhu and said, "You should answer my question first."

"It's the Lord of the Demon Sect."

Yang Zhu's body began to twitch slightly due to extreme fear and lack of oxygen. He was not a practitioner who could be described as excellent. Before he received the transmission of the master of the Demon Sect, he was extremely mediocre. His pride and confidence lies entirely in the martial arts taught to him by the Demon Sect. However, the feeling that Wang Xianrui gave him at this moment seemed to be a strange beast that was even more strange than him, and it was enough to treat him as food.

"Master of the Demon Sect?"

Wang Xianrui's eyes narrowed slightly unconsciously, and he swallowed the bloody smell that surged between his lips and teeth unnaturally, "How many practitioners are there like you? What kind of practice are your skills?"

"I have no idea."

Yang Zhu couldn't shake his head, and his Adam's apple surged with difficulty, slightly pushing Wang Xianrui's palm, giving him some breathing space. "I don't know how many people he has transmitted... There is no connection between us. Our martial arts can refine some useful spiritual energy from the person we just killed and condense it into true energy."

"Kill people...refining..." Hearing such words, Wang Xianrui felt an indescribable smell in his heart. He felt even bitter in his mouth, "What is the difference between practicing such a martial art and eating people?"

Yang Zhu couldn't speak.

He couldn't speak because Wang Xianrui's hand was tighter, making him unable to breathe, but the more important reason was that something was wrong inside his body.

There is no sign.

The remaining true energy in his body suddenly began to decompose.

The true energy that originally brought a wonderful taste to him suddenly began to collapse and turned into a stream of air.

These airflows wandered and dispersed in his body like countless thin snakes along with his meridians.

Wherever you pass, it is like passing through the cold winter.

His body began to become stiff.

Wang Xianrui felt this change keenly, and he looked at Yang Zhu in shock.

An indescribable grief appeared on Yang Zhu's skin instantly. This feeling was like a white piece of paper was being applied with a faint ink on the back, and then the ink was about to seep out from this front.

In the next moment, some black spots appeared on Yang Zhu's skin.

These spots are very similar to the age spots on those old people, but they exude a rotten and fishy smell, more like corpse spots.

There was a "bang".

Yang Zhu's body fell heavily on the deck.

Wang Xianrui looked at his hand in disbelief. He was hesitating just now if this was some secret method of Yang Zhu's martial arts. However, the real death was generated in his hands, the feeling of pinching a catfish that died quickly made him let go and retreat almost without his control.

He looked at his hand, sure it wasn't his problem.

"how so!"

Yang Zhu struggled in pain, and he shouted something like this again.

In addition to fear, there were also indescribable doubts in his voice.

Then his eyes disappeared.

He just felt his body getting colder quickly, and something colder and sticky on his face was flowing down.

A horrifying scream rang out.

Wang Xianrui also took a few steps back in shock.

Yang Zhu's eyes suddenly ulcerated like rotten grapes, flowing out black juice.

Large pieces of black corpse spots appeared on Yang Zhu's body, and then Yang Zhu's breathing paused and he died.

"It's not my business."

Wang Xianrui almost subconsciously said this.

He wanted to vomit.

This was actually his first time killing someone.

This man died horriblely.

But he was very sure that something was wrong with this person's martial arts.

"There is a problem with this technique of the Demon Sect itself."

Such a voice sounded clearly in his mind.

Then he couldn't think anymore.

He bent down and vomited.

He vomited very hard, and his stomach twitched, making him feel that he was almost vomiting out his stomach. The pain of the needles in the meridians reminded him that his own skills were not perfect, and there was a problem doing this.

"This man is one of the legendary murderers. He was going to kill all the people on the boat, and you should have heard him... I saved your life, someone is chasing me, so someone asked, it's better not to tell others anything about me. It's better to be able to make up a person and kill this murderer."

He insisted on saying these words, then turned around and did not dare to look at the terrifying corpse, and jumped into the river.

Of course, he did not expect these people on the ship to keep secrets for him, but perhaps he could give him some time to escape farther.

This river is not very wide.

He got ashore soon.

His face turned pale as he stepped into a forest by the river.

Puff puff puff puff... With several slight sounds, the several fine needles in the meridians in his body were forced out of his body by him.

His body trembled slightly.

In his perception, many meridians in his body that had originally expanded to an astonishing point began to shrink sharply.

With a wow, he spitted out a mouthful of blood.

His blood was covered with black silk, and the black silk threads were like thick hair, which seemed extremely strange. However, after only a few breaths, the black silk made a hissing sound, and then turned into strands of black flames and separated from his blood.

The black in his blood completely disappeared, no different from the blood of ordinary people. The scarlet blood emitting hot air began to slowly condense among the grass leaves.

The boatmen and merchants on the ship were also docking the merchant ship as quickly as possible. The battle between the practitioners and all the changes before Yang Zhu died were too terrifying for these ordinary people.

These experienced boatmen cannot maintain their emotions and cannot even let their hull be stable and peacefully approach the river bank when they dock.

The ship collided with the hard mud bank and made a dull sound. The violent shaking of the hull caused Yang Zhu's body to slide along the side of the ship, causing the boatman and merchants to scream in horror.

......

Yang Zhu and Wang Xianrui's battle, which lasted for a very short time, is extremely special, but there are no practitioners who have arrived yet, so naturally they will not attract the attention of the practitioner world.

On the banks of a large river in Jiankang City, a man in purple brocade clothes looked at the secret documents he had just passed on to his hand, and his eyebrows were raised up like two small swords.

News that the deposed people in Jiange have been ordered to escape from difficulties is still being conveyed in the Southern Dynasty.

Some noble people think it has nothing to do with them, so I can forget it after hearing it. Some noble people are the same as Chen Jinru, but they are surprised and have a gentle reaction. But some people's reactions are completely different.

For example, this powerful man.

In his opinion, many people even paid the price of their lives to prevent Jiange from getting rid of the trap. How can they forget this now?
Chapter completed!