She looked around cautiously, for fear of being discovered.
"The purpose of my coming here is to kill him, can you let go now?" Chen Feng lowered his head and looked at He Zhijin's hand holding his clothes.
He Zhijin's heart skipped a beat when Chen Feng looked at him like this, and he quickly let go of his hand.
Then she asked with some uncertainty: "You said you came here to kill Jin Xiliang?"
Seeing Chen Feng point to leave, He Zhijin couldn't help waving his hands and laughing: "You are really talking nonsense. Do you know who Jin Xiliang is? How can you, an ordinary person, be his..."
"Because he is a cultivator, right?" Before He Zhijin could finish his words, he was interrupted by Chen Feng.
He Zhijin opened his mouth and looked at Chen Feng with a surprised look: "Do you know about practitioners? Are you the same?"
"Can you really kill him?" He Zhijin murmured, with a hint of hope in his eyes.
Then she shook her head again: "How could he be Jin Xiliang's opponent at such a young age? This is simply ridiculous."
Chen Feng looked at He Zhijin's appearance and interrupted her: "Tell me everything you know about Jin Xiliang."
Seeing that He Zhijin didn't speak, Chen Feng thought that she was scared. After all, if he failed and Jin Xiliang found out that she was the one who leaked the secret, he would definitely die.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng's voice softened a bit: "Don't worry, even if it doesn't succeed, I won't tell you anything. Just wait here."
Even if he really failed, Chen Feng would not involve He Zhijin. He would regard it as repayment for her previous kindness to him.
But after hearing this, He Zhijin waved his hands repeatedly: "No, that's not what I meant."
Then she gritted her teeth, her heart pounded, and she said, "Jin Xiliang, he..."
He Zhijin told Chen Feng verbatim all the information he knew about Jin Xiliang.
She said it with a desperate heart. If Chen Feng really failed, she would commit suicide without hesitation. She couldn't bear it anymore.
After hearing what He Zhijin said, Chen Feng spoke domineeringly and confidently: "I will return your freedom."
After Chen Feng turned around and left, He Zhijin listened to the words dissipated in the wind, and for the first time a glimmer of hope grew in his heart.
"Is it really possible to escape from Jin Xiliang?" He Zhijin looked at the villa covered by flowers and trees with a glimmer of hope.
Chen Feng didn't know what He Zhijin was thinking. He followed what she said, easily avoided Jin Xiliang's arrangements in the villa, and successfully arrived at Jin Xiliang's retreat.
The Jin Xiliang in the room was continuously absorbed, and the souls in the room fled in fear.
If Xu Wei were here, he could see that there were several people here, the same ones who died suddenly that day.
As Jin Xiliang continued to devour those souls, his cultivation level also continued to rise.
"Don't let me know who you are, or I won't let you go?" Jin Xiliang said through gritted teeth, waving one hand and grabbing five or six souls floating in the air.
Ignoring their frightened looks, he smiled and opened a coffin next to him.
Inside lay a male corpse wearing armor and exuding murderous intent.
"Ancestor, the unfilial disciples and grandsons have come to offer sacrifices to you." He said this in his mouth, grabbed the souls, and stuffed them into the mouth of the male corpse without hesitation.