While landing, the cloth bag is opened and a spherical object is rolled out from it.

It's a dead head!

"Damn!"

Song Yingming was startled and took a few steps, his face turning pale.

Because he was shocked to find that this dead head turned out to be Master Yan’s disciple!

"Um?"

Master Yan's face darkened, and his eyes immediately became cold: "Who are you? You dare to kill my disciples, you are so brave!"

"So, you laid bloodworms in our wine?"

The figure slowly walked out of the darkness and finally stopped at the door of the living room.

The dim light in the living room hit the figure's face, but Song Yingming's eyelids twitched: "Lu, Lu Chen? Why are you here?!"

"Your methods of harming people are too clumsy and I have seen through it, so now, I will settle the score with you." Lu Chen said indifferently.

"Set the accounts? Bah! Who do you think you are? You dare to act wildly in front of Master Yan? It's simply a desperate situation!"

Song Yingming first spat on the ground, then immediately hid behind Master Yan and said, "Master Yan! It's this kid, he is the target I want to deal with!"

"If you kill my disciples, you won't escape far away, but you dare to come to seek revenge? You really don't know how to live or die!" Master Yan said in a sinister way.

"act recklessly?"

Lu Chen suddenly smiled: "Why do you think I dare to appear here?"

"What? Do you have any helpers?"

Master Yan's eyes flashed around, trying to find something.

"There is no helper, because I am alone for you." Lu Chen said lightly.

"Arrogant!"

Master Yan glared and said angrily: "How dare you underestimate me? Today I want to make you worse than death!"

After the words finished, his long sleeves waved.

A large amount of black smoke and dust ejected out, pressing towards Lu Chen overwhelmingly.

"call--!"

Lu Chen opened his mouth and blew it gently.

The strong wind suddenly rose, and sand and stones flew.

The black smoke and dust that had just hit me was blown away instantly and rebounded with a more rapid momentum.

"Um?"

Master Yan's face changed slightly, and his long sleeves rolled wildly, forming a true qi barrier, blocking a large amount of black smoke and dust outside.

However, a small part of the residue blew on Song Yingming.

Song Yingming was stunned at first, then felt extremely itchy all over his body, and his hands began to scratch wildly.

"Why is it so itchy? What was that just now?"

Song Yingming's scratches became more and more itchy, and the more itchy itched, and in a few seconds, his body was covered with bloodstains.

Especially that face, her skin was ulcerated and bloody.

"ah--!"

Song Yingming howled in pain, but he could not control himself, so he could only keep scrambling, hoping to tear himself apart.

"Master Yan! Save me!" Song Yingming roared in despair.

If this continues, he will really kill himself.

"What a waste!"

Master Yan frowned slightly, immediately took out a bottle of potion and sprinkled it on Song Yingming.

After a few breaths, Song Yingming finally stopped self-harm.
Chapter completed!