The mercenary was sensitive by nature. When Luo Guangquan turned around to look at him, he turned around and glanced at him quickly. Then, he turned around and continued to turn over the other corpses.

Luo Guangquan was heartbroken, lowered his head, and then looked at the nape of the corpses in front of him.

There are more than twenty corpses of shadow martial soul mercenaries killed by masters.

And these mercenaries were exactly the dark mercenaries he secretly sent to the Nie family to investigate the Nie family.

Not one of them was left alive and was killed.

So, who are the twenty or so mercenaries in front of me?

Are they good or evil?

Bai Chenxiao, who had been paying attention to him, suddenly slowly descended from mid-air.

He arrived behind Luo Guangquan with steady steps.

She lowered her eyes and looked at his slightly panicked expression.

That's right, at this time, if he finds out that all his dark mercenaries are dead, and now another group of mercenaries appears in front of him, everyone will panic.

As early as when Bai Chenxiao sent out mercenaries, Baichen Xiao learned from his own people that there was another force that existed in Nie Mansion.

Bai Chenxiao just asked them to wait and see what happens.

I never thought that in one night, the other force would be wiped out by the Nie family.

To put it bluntly, it must be blamed on Luo Guangquan's inadequate training, which caused these dark mercenaries to reveal their identities.

He bent down and gently placed his big palm on Luo Guangquan's shoulder.

After a pause, he patted her a few times and said, "One of my own."

Three words, so indifferent, made Luo Guangquan's hanging heart gradually return to its roots.

He turned around, looked at the slightly unfamiliar young face, and nodded to him.

Then, he regained his composure, stood up, and put his hands behind his back.

The people waiting for Bai Chenxiao found out the cause of death of the deceased, and asked Luo Xianshu to point out how many of the dead people worked for the Luo family.

Nie Wuli looked at the serious Luo Guangquan and the group of mercenaries.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong, and I scanned the crowd sharply, looking for a way to escape.

At this moment, Luo Xianshu suddenly screamed: "Ah..."

"What's wrong?" Luo Guangquan frowned and looked back at Luo Xianshu's stunned expression.

Immediately, his gaze moved towards her.

At her feet, there was a body that had been whipped with a whip and was covered with deep and shallow, long and short whip marks.

Some wounds have begun to rot and ooze pus.

The left wrist was severely severed.

The right eye has been devoured by white eclipses, creating a deep pit.

The clothes on his body had been beaten with whips and were in tatters, and his body... was beyond recognition.

But Luo Xianshu clearly remembered that there was a crescent-shaped birthmark between her brother's right arm. The birthmark was very large. Although the shallow whip marks covered the birthmark, if you look closely, it was clearly visible and vaguely discernible.

Luo Xianshu trembled with her hands and slowly knelt down with her legs.

With two hands, he grabbed the right arm of the corpse and shouted to the person holding the torch next to him: "Bring the torch."

The person who was yelled at by her forgot her anger and handed her the torch in her hand.

Luo Xianshu took the torch and placed it heavily on the ground. Everything in front of her eyes became brighter.

She looked carefully at the crimson crescent mark between the corpse's arms.

He raised his head and said to Luo Guangquan: "These beasts...kill...oh, oh, kill my brother...!!!"
Chapter completed!