"If the methods at that time were not so overbearing, would the result be better?"

"Jing Tao, Jing Han, Jing Chaoping, you... are really hurting my Jing family!"

"Of course, I have a responsibility too! After succeeding as the head of the family, I should do my best to ease the relationship with Ye Mo at the first time, otherwise I would not be like this now!"

At this moment, Jing Guoxiong's regretful intestines turned green.

At the same time, he hated Jinghan, Jing Chaoping and Jing Tao, and they were the culprits.

It’s not good to offend anyone, go and offend Ye Mo.

"It's over, and regret is useless."

Jing Guoxiong sighed softly, put down the tulips that had been wiped clean in his hand, and looked at Ye Mo:

"I hope you can keep your word and give me the Jing family a fair trial."

"You don't have the right to negotiate terms with me." Ye Mo said lightly.

Jing Guoxiong smiled bitterly and said no more. He just hoped that his death could extinguish some of Ye Mo's flames of hatred. In this way, he would forgive the members of the Jing family.

He took out his pistol at his waist.

He tightly pressed his fingers on the trigger, and the muzzle was pointed at his mouth.

Bang!

Gunshot.

A cloud of blood mist exploded from the back of his head, mixed with brain juice, juice, and fishy smell.

Jing Guoxiong's body fell from the seat and a generation of heroes fell.

Ye Mo's spiritual consciousness dispersed and checked the entire secret room.

There is a special storage room in the secret room, which is piled with chicken, duck, fish, meat, medicines, a lot of pure water, and some clothes.

It's sparse and ordinary, nothing strange.

"Um?"

Ye Mo's eyes flashed, and suddenly he found a black box in the storage room.

He walked into the storage room and took out the box.

The box is carved from golden nanmu. It is painted with black paint and has a very textured texture, but the edges and corners fall off, and it also emits a decay and withering smell. It is obvious that it has been a bit time.

Ye Mo opened the box and there was an ancient book inside.

"Bing Xin Jue."

Seeing the three words on the ancient book, Ye Mo raised his eyebrows and instantly understood that this ancient book was the Jing family's martial arts.

Jing Tao and Ye Mo used this technique when the Jing family and Jing Tao fought at Guangzong Wharf.

Although this technique is far inferior to the "Qihuang Heart Sutra", it is also remarkable, especially the Gangqi can freeze the river water. This power can be ranked among the top three in the martial arts world of Jiang Province.

This technique is useless to Ye Mo, but if it is spread, it will inevitably attract people's covetousness.

And under "Bing Xin Jue", there is also a letter stored.

Ye Mo picked it up and saw that the letter was signed by Jing Guoxiong:

"It is extremely difficult to practice martial arts, and it also involves various tempering and fighting. Therefore, looking at our Jing family disciples, there are very few people who calm down and practice martial arts. Even I am disdainful of this. Modern society emphasizes money, power, rather than brute force."

"But the Jing family suffered such a disaster and might be destroyed, so this technique was saved."

"If the Jing family has goods to exterminate the clan, I hope that the disciples of the Jing family will cherish this technique and practice it carefully, which will surely make our Jing family more brilliant."

"Jing Guoxiong, stay."

"This guy has a hand before he died. If I hadn't discovered that the martial arts inside this box might have been taken away by the Jing family, and then practiced, and then took revenge on me in the future." Ye Mo smiled slightly, and a ball of flames rose from his palm, burning the letter completely.

Da da da da da

The sound of footsteps came.
Chapter completed!