Demons and witches dominate the rivers and lakes

Chapter 2
The burly man's face changed, and he had to say: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your mercy."

The bloody man's palm was terrified. With the martial arts of this mysterious man, if he had intended to kill him just now, the wound would not have been his palm, but might have turned into a corpse.

"Let's leave it at that, let's go." The burly man said.Several people left quickly and disappeared into the woods.

The elder couldn't hold it anymore, his face was pale, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Mo Yang took off his mask, carried a box, and fell to the ground with a light jump. He smelled blood and needed to sleep in another place.

"Young master, wait a minute, I haven't repaid you for saving my life." The elder's eyes flickered, and he looked at Mo Yang again, he couldn't help being surprised, he was such a cold and cold boy.

"Repay? Those people just disturbed my sleep." Mo Yang remained unmoved, and left in the morning light.

"If you need anything in the future, young master, you can always go to Qianshangjiao." The elder said softly, not forcing others.

"Thousands of Religion? What is that for?" Mo Yang paused.

Now the elders are confused, don't even know Qianshang Sect?
"It's a sect in Jianghu. If you want to know it, my lord is always welcome..." After speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Mo CCTV continued to ask if he didn't see it, "Is the sect big? How many connections do you have?"

The elder was so angry that he vomited blood, and this kid at least took his feelings into consideration, and he died of serious injuries.

Seeing that he was silent, Mo Yang left again.

"It's not big or small, but it's powerful enough to shake the world." The elder gritted his teeth a bit.

"Can you find some people for me?" Mo Yang stopped in his tracks again.

"Who?" The elder's face was gloomy. In fact, he didn't necessarily keep this kid, but this kid was too weird.

Mo Yang: "People who are related to relatives."

The elder almost died of anger: "Who is the last name?"

"My surname is Ming and my name is Wuqian." Mo Yang said bluntly.

This time the elder really died, his mood fluctuated too much, and he had difficulty breathing.

Mo Yang looked at his breath, and said very calmly: "You have many types of poison in your body. You have accumulated poison for many years, and your blood is depleted. You will die soon."

"I know, you know medical skills?" The elder was surprised. He was originally a master of poison, but he had already become a poisoner after testing poison himself.

"So what if you understand? You will still die." Mo Yang said indifferently.

The elder's face is ashen, this kid's mouth is too poisonous, if it is an ordinary person, he would have killed him with a palm.

(End of this chapter)