Doctor Who

Chapter 1635 Courting Death 3
That being the case, how can these lackeys raised by the Nian family have any reason to live?
It is precisely because of the support of these people that the kind-hearted people have nothing to rely on. Although the government officials have official positions, they do so with their eyes closed.

If the town lord doesn't do anything, who can the people rely on?
How can such a family not be killed?

Thinking of this, Jin Zhiyang directly raised his hands, and purple smoke suddenly flew out of the sky.

The color of the smoke is very nice.

It's the kind of light purple that belongs to violets.

Seeing the smoke, Nian Zhongsong's face changed drastically, "Jill, let's go! This smoke is poisonous!"

"It's too late for you to wake up! Now that you have been given a chance, you still don't know how to repent! Then there is only one end for you, go to the underworld to find King Yama to condemn you!"

Jin Zhiyang walked towards Xia Houdan, and beside him, a halo appeared, which automatically blocked the invasion of purple mist.

The domestic servants closest to him seemed to be strangled by someone, unable to breathe.

After that, his body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground, spitting out black blood and died.

The whole process only takes a few breaths.

"What a ruthless means!"

Nian Zhongsong was finally afraid at this time, because he didn't know that there is a kind of killing in the world that doesn't require a knife or gun, but only needs to raise one's hand, and the poisonous fog can also kill people.

Even compared to knives and guns, the speed is several times faster!
Nian Ji supported the old man, his face was livid with shock, his legs were shaking as he supported the old man!
Just now he received the news that the old man was picked on by someone on the street, and he rushed here because he wanted to show his prestige in front of the old man.

I never thought that this baba came here not for meritorious deeds.

Instead, he sent his life to Lord Yan.

Thinking of this, where does this dude have the courage to look directly at Xia Houdan and Jin Zhiyang?

He held the old man's hand, "Daddy, what should we do?"

"What should I do? Don't take me away! You stand here waiting to die!"

Nian Zhongsong became angry from embarrassment!
This son is always not enough for success and more than failure. Thanks to my high hopes for him, I have long known that my son is an embroidered pillow that is not very useful!
But at this time, the only person who can help him leave here is his son, and the only person he can rely on is Nianji.

However, if Nian Zhongsong wanted to leave, he had to ask Xia Houdan if he agreed!
No, Nian Ji supported him, and just turned around, but behind him was Jin Zhiyang holding a long staff.

Jin Zhiyang's complexion was serious, and there was a killing intent between his brows.

None of this pair of father and son is a good thing.

Xia Houdan was beside them, and his lazy voice sounded, "You two gentlemen, why are you leaving so fast? Our accounts have to be properly calculated."

"What is the old man's account with you?"

"Ok!"

Xia Houdan nodded as if something was going on, "We really don't have anything to settle, it's just that you have something with them, right?"

Raising his big hand, he pointed at the city residents not far away.

Following the direction of his finger, Nian Zhongsong snorted coldly, his eyes raised above his head, "What account do they have with me!"

"Really? Let's do the math then?"

"It doesn't count! I don't have that time!"

"You don't have that time, it's not you who have the final say, it's my young master who has the final say!"

Xia Houdan narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly shouted, "Old man Lai, come here!"

(End of this chapter)