Wang Chengjun looked at Wang Haolin lying on the ground, his heart was shocked, and then his heart was filled with pain and anger.
This is his younger brother, his biological brother.
Now that the corpse was lying in front of him, he could not control his emotions and shouted to the injured men on the ground: "Who did it?"
He didn't believe that Lin Chuan alone could deal with such an elite of the White Dragon Society.
Someone must be helping.
A member of the White Dragon Society stood up holding on to the wall: "Brother Jun, it was Yan Yujiao who intervened. If it weren't for her, Lin Chuan would be dead now."
"Who killed my brother?"
Wang Chengjun continued to ask.
"Lin Chuan clicked on Young Master Lin a few times, and Young Master Lin was itching unbearably, and his skin and flesh were scratched. In the end, he couldn't help it, so he hit the wall and committed suicide."
"suicide!"
Wang Chengjun's eyes widened angrily, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Well, Lin Chuan, you drove my brother to commit suicide. I will make it impossible for you to live or die."
He looked around and asked, "Where is the woman named Zeng Yue?"
"Seeing that the situation was over, she ran away."
"This bitch, find her for me. I want her to be buried with my brother."
"Yes, Brother Jun."
After sending Wang Haolin's body to the funeral home, Wang Chengjun immediately went to see Bai Di, the president of the White Dragon Society.
In a luxurious office, a middle-aged man wearing a smart suit sits behind his desk. He has a gray beard on his chin and his Chinese-character face gives off a righteous image.
This person is none other than the underground king of Xuzhou, Bai Di.
"Ajun, here you go."
Bai Di looked at Wang Chengjun who was pushing the door in his wheelchair, and said with a calm expression: "I know you were injured, and I can't bear to swallow it. But Du Wusi accused me of lying about information. It's better for us to keep a low profile during this period. Otherwise, it's better for us to keep a low profile.
If you offend Duwusi, you will cause big trouble."
"Godfather."
Wang Chengjun gritted his teeth and said sadly: "My brother...is dead."
"oh?"
Bai Di raised his eyebrows slightly, and then asked: "What's going on?"
Wang Chengjun immediately explained the information he knew from beginning to end.
After Bai Di listened, he fell into a brief silence, and then said: "It seems that what is Lin... Lin?"
"Linchuan."
"That young man named Lin Chuan probably comes from a strange sect. It's not that simple to deal with him."
"I'll find a killer and kill him directly!" Wang Chengjun said bitterly.
Bai Di smoked a cigar: "In this way, we will definitely alert the enemy. Although Wen Yucheng has retired from the world, his energy in Xuzhou is not small. We must try to avoid a head-on conflict with him."
"Godfather, do you want me to watch my brother die and do nothing?"
Wang Chengjun shouted excitedly.
Bai Di's eyes narrowed slightly, and a chill flashed through him.
Wang Chengjun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, godfather, I didn't mean to offend you, but I can't just sit idly by and ignore my brother's death."
Bai Di put down his cigar and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Nian has returned from his studies, and now he has amazing skills that make me dumbfounded. If I ask him to help you, he will definitely kill Lin Chuan silently."
"Thank you godfather."
Wang Chengjun was overjoyed.
Mr. Nian's full name is Nian Ziru, and he is the guest minister of Bailong.
Originally he was a fortune teller who gave Bai Emperor guidance on Feng Shui fortune-telling, and was highly valued by Bai Emperor.
Two years ago, Mr. Nian returned to his master's school to practice.
Now that he has returned, his strength will definitely be greatly enhanced, and Wang Chengjun has full confidence in him.
"Linchuan, even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't escape Mr. Nian's strange secret technique."
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"Brother, why don't you give me an explanation just for letting me take you home?"
As soon as Lin Chuan arrived at Baima Fen, he received a call from his sister.
Song Yan had experienced too much today, and Song Yan was full of doubts.
"I'll tell you slowly tomorrow."
After a few casual words, Lin Chuan hung up the phone.
It was already midnight.
The moon was sparse, the sounds of cooing came from the jungle, and the cold wind blew, making people shudder.
"It's such a strong Yin Qi, and there are also ghosts!"
When Lin Chuan entered the mass grave, his eyes suddenly lit up.
The entire mass grave was shrouded in a rich yin energy, and there were many ghosts floating around. In his eyes, these sparkled like pearls.
With the Netherworld Bead in hand, he thought about it, and the Yin Qi from the entire mass grave immediately gathered.
The wandering ghosts cannot reincarnate, leaving only their subconscious. For them, the Nether Pearl is like water in the desert, full of temptation.
For a while, they all walked over slowly.
There are more than twenty ghosts, maintaining their appearance before death.
Some have broken heads and bleeding, some have holes in their chests, and some have no heads...
Lin Chuan was close to the negative things because of the Netherworld Bead, but the horrific looks made him feel numb and he tried his best to stay calm.
When all the ghosts were collected into the Netherworld Pearl, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"This much Yin Soul Yin Qi is enough to condense a complete skeleton Yin Soldier."
Lin Chuan gained a lot and immediately began to use the Nether Pearl to condense Yin soldiers.
The Nether Pearl was truly a mysterious treasure. Half an hour later, a skeleton Yin soldier floated in front of Lin Chuan, wearing ancient armor and holding a simple knife in his right hand, exuding a strong and vicious aura.
Lin Chuan was eager to give it a try. The Yin soldiers were a hundred times stronger than the Yin slaves, and they could reveal themselves, so there was no need to fight them. If they were released, they could scare people to death.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from behind, and then I heard someone say: "Hey, it's strange, the White Horse Tomb is a famous mass grave, how can it not have any sinister energy?"
Lin Chuan looked back and saw a middle-aged man in a gray robe walking into the White Horse Tomb, looking around with a pair of slender eyes.
"Where is the Yin Qi? Are there other people from the Qi Sect collecting Yin Qi here?"
The middle-aged man in gray robe complained, with a dissatisfied expression on his face.
At this time, he saw Lin Chuan, his face darkened and he shouted: "Boy, what are you doing in this mass grave? You are not afraid of evil spirits eating you!"
The night was dark, and the trees obscured the visible Yin soldiers, so he didn't see them.
Lin Chuan asked curiously: "Then what are you doing here?"
"I am a stranger from a strange family. Even if I tell you, you won't understand."
The middle-aged man in gray robe looked arrogant, and walked towards Lin Chuan and said: "Boy, could it be that you are causing trouble and disturbing the Yin Qi in the mass grave? If so, I will... ah! Yin...
Yin soldiers!"
Turning around the bushes, the middle-aged man in gray robe saw the skeleton Yin soldier and was so frightened that he could not speak.
He is indeed a member of the Qi Sect, but with his ability, he cannot deal with the Yin soldiers.
"Sorry, I scared you."
Only then did Lin Chuan realize that he had forgotten to put away the Yin soldiers.
As soon as he thought about it, the Yin soldiers obediently got into the Netherworld Pearl.
The middle-aged man in gray robe widened his eyes and looked at Lin Chuan with awe and surprise. The young man in front of him turned out to be an expert in commanding Yin soldiers.
The Yin Soldier, that was the Yin Soldier. My master spent his entire life refining one, and it still lacked arms and legs.
This young man is definitely a powerful person in the Qi Sect!