Qin Jie shook the blood from the machete, looked at Tao Zheng and said, "Can you keep your eyes closed? It's all my business? This question, when you go to hell, you can ask my dad. I think he is happy to answer your question."

Then, Qin Jie tightened the machete and cut off Tao Zheng's neck very skillfully. He put away the machete, raised the umbrella, and pushed the door out.

Tao Zheng, this poor old man, finally widened his cold eyes, his eyes full of despair. In the end, he still couldn't close his eyes.

Zhang Chuchu has been standing at the door of the shanty town, silently looking at the direction of the alley. From the beginning to now, he has not even changed his posture. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and even the umbrella in her hand is useless. Her hair and clothes have been wet, but she has no intention of retreating.

The entrance of the alley was still empty, but there was a sudden sound of footsteps. She looked up and saw Qin Jie walking out of the alley. The two hurriedly left the alley.

Another name on the list was missing. Tao Zheng, who was killed, was one of the direct murderers of Qin Jie's parents' death. However, Qin Jie, who had just returned to the villa, was not in a very high mood, and could even be said to be very bad. After drying the rain on his body, he went to bed directly.

Qin Jie has been practicing talismans these days, and now he is killing people in the rain. In addition, the pain of learning the truth about his parents' death has made his spirit and body extremely weak. As a result, a cultivator fell ill unexpectedly.

No matter how much hot Qin Jie was covered with two layers of quilts, Qin Jie didn't feel much hot. He stared at the ceiling silently and murmured: "Do you know why I have to go to Qingmengzhai? Do you know why I tried my best to survive?"

Zhang Chuchu was squatting on the ground and looking for medicine for Qin Jie, but she didn't have time to answer his boring questions.

"This question is a bit nonsense, and I can't tell you the reason, even if I tell you, you won't understand." Qin Jie smiled hard and said, "But I have another reason now. Although I am a cultivator, I didn't expect that killing an old man with a weak body would be so hard. Now, I, who exists like a god in the eyes of ordinary people, do not have the strength to kill Yang Haoyu. Yang Haoyu is really too powerful. He is an existence with a similar cultivation level as a fat white man. If I hadn't embarked on the path of cultivation in a confused manner, I would probably have no chance in my life."

Zhang Chuchu came to Qin Jie with pills and a cup of boiled water, first fed him, and then whispered: "When Fatty White came back last time, he said that if you were blinded by hatred, you would be devilish."

Qin Jie smiled weakly and said, "This is a hope and a motivation. For Yang Haoyu, I have to work hard no matter what I say."

"Brother Jie, you've actually worked very hard."

"It's not enough. I can practice against the will of heaven. I think I will be able to kill Yang Haoyu one day."

In the middle of the night, Qin Jie started talking nonsense. Because he had a high fever, an unhealthy blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

"Car accident, blood; beg for food, blood; beg for gangster, blood; Wu Yun, blood; cultivation, still blood! Why? Why? Why? I can't separate myself from that broken pussy thing in my life?" Qin Jie grabbed Zhang Chuchu's little hand, frowned, and his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.

Zhang Chuchu hurriedly hugged Qin Jie in his arms, gently patted him on the back, and whispered: "It's all their bad things, it has nothing to do with Brother Jie, they are all bad people."

In the morning, the rain stopped and Qin Jie's fever subsided. He opened his eyes in a daze, and the pain in his throat was burning. Just as he was about to call Zhang Chuchu habitually, he found that Zhang Chuchu was already sitting at the head of the bed and fell asleep.

Qin Jie was full of apology. He was about to get up to pour water by himself, but he woke Zhang Chuchu up. She hurriedly pressed Qin Jie back on the bed and then jumped out of the bed.

Qin Jie looked at Zhang Chuchu's back and asked, "Chuchu, am I useless?"

"Brother Jie, you're talking nonsense again."

"It was originally true that I was a cultivator in the Lingji stage. I didn't expect that I would get sick..."

...

As June comes, the sun becomes more and more poisonous, and the temperature becomes higher and higher. The hot climate covers all the streets and alleys of Chenzhou. A gust of wind will suddenly blow, but it will feel warm after all. Fortunately, Qin Jie's villa has air conditioning, and even staying in the house, he can't feel the heat.

Qin Jie occasionally went to Qingmengzhai during the day, but most of them were still in school. Although he killed two people in a row, it did not cause much sensation. It was just that because Feng Guo was from Qingmengzhai, some people had taken action on this matter. However, Qin Jie did not take this seriously, and he did not think what would happen.

Late at night, after ate a meal of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Qin Jie walked to the street. Qin Jie seemed to be aimless, wandering around for several hours, but he didn't stop anywhere.

However, Qin Jie knew his purpose. Today, he was going to erase the third name on the list.

The man's name is Cao Anhao, who comes from the Heavenly Dao Alliance, and is a Jindan stage cultivator!

After that incident, this man was randomly excused by the Heavenly Dao Alliance and drove him out, so he became a small vendor selling soy milk in the early morning of Chenzhou City.

Cao Anhao's stall is located in the downtown area, but in a busy place, it is also very quiet at three in the morning.

The sun had not yet risen at this time, except for a few street lights, it was pitch black all around. The nearby lake reflected the moonlight, but it felt gloomy.

Qin Jie walked to this street and walked slowly towards Cao Anhao who was setting up a stall.

Cao Anhao looked at Qin Jie with a calm look and suddenly laughed, "I thought it would be impossible to come to the downtown area for a walk so early. Seeing that there is the flow of spiritual energy in you, I think... you should be here to kill me, right?"

Qin Jie didn't expect that Cao Anhao just glanced at him and felt his purpose. He asked curiously: "How did you know?"

"Because there is a murderous intent in your eyes, I haven't seen this murderous intent in a long time." Cao Anhao shook his head.

Qin Jie was happy, "Okay, since you have guessed it, then I'll just go straight! I want to know if the car accident ten years ago has something to do with you?"

Cao Anhao frowned. He thought that this young man was here to kill him, but he did not expect that it was related to the incident ten years ago. He originally thought that no one in this world knew the truth, but he did not expect that there was really no airtight wall in the world.

After thinking about it, Cao Anhao nodded with a smile and said, "Of course it has something to do with me, otherwise how could you think that I, a cultivator with a promising future, become a vendor who sets up a street stall?"

Qin Jie was very happy when he heard Cao Anhao's answer, "You are very honest."

"I shouldn't be the first person you found?" Cao Anhao looked at Qin Jie and asked with a smile: "How are the others living now? Although they are in Shenzhou, they haven't seen each other for several years. I don't know if they are doing well."

Qin Jie silently observed the surrounding environment and movements, and then replied: "They are not doing well, at least not as good as you, and they can still be so free and comfortable every day."

Cao Anhao sneered and said, "Don't think that I'm a small business to set up a street stall every day, but you're right. I'm really free. They dare not be big, and they don't even dare to show up because they are afraid of death."

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid of death, but I'm still useful to the Heavenly Dao Alliance."

Qin Jie was staring at Cao Anhao. He found that while he was talking, a small sword without a handle had appeared on the table!

Qin Jie's pupils shrank and he said with a smile: "It seems that my investigation is really correct. You are indeed a cultivator."

"There are so many cultivators in Shenzhou City, what's so strange about this?" Cao Anhao laughed and said, "On the contrary, you, a cultivator in the Lingji stage, are going to kill the Jindan stage. Should I say you are brave or you are ignorant?"

"It's better to be ignorant, I admit it." Qin Jie said seriously. "Actually, I was not sure to kill you. I was just betting that the news I got was fake, but since this is true, I had to run away."

He ran away as soon as he finished speaking. As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Jie turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Cao Anhao looked at Qin Jie's back with interest, smiled and shook his head, "Since you know I am a cultivator, can you run away?"

Cao Anhao's words were very gentle, but his body was filled with murderous intent. His left hand quickly flicked, and he twisted a sword technique, and then went to Qin Jie's direction from the air, with his movements extremely chic.

With his finger, the small sword on the table suddenly bounced up with a buzzing sound, and then turned into a dim light, tearing the night sky and shooting directly into Qin Jie's direction.

A sudden sensation of pain came from Qin Jie's back, but there was no trace of panic between his eyebrows and eyes. It seemed that this kind of injury was taken for granted.

Qin Jie suddenly flashed left and right, and passed through several alleys before he could avoid the flying sword.

However, I don’t know how Qin Jie ran, but ran around and returned to the place where Cao Anhao set up a stall. The sharp machete was already held in Qin Jie's hand. He jumped up, and the machete slashed Cao Anhao’s head with the strong wind.

Since Qin Jie came here, he had never thought of running away. If the other party was an ordinary person, Qin Jie could kill him. No matter how strong he was, he would not be able to hold on for too long in front of the cultivator. If the other party was a cultivator who was stronger than him, then Qin Jie would not have run away.

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