The black and thin man suffered such heavy losses, how could he let Fang Yu go so easily?

"You are not sincere enough." Fang Yu said with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"You..." The thin black man's eyes were wide open and he was about to speak.

Fang Yu loosened his foot.

"ah……"

The screams of the thin black man echoed through the sky.

Fang Yu had no expression on his face, turned around and walked back to the table.

Only then did he realize that the two bowls had exploded and all the candles on the table had been extinguished.

"The Xuanming clan... is a bit interesting." Fang Yu thought with his eyes flashing.

…

Southwest region, a remote mountainous area.

An old man was kneeling on the mat with his eyes closed.

In front of him was a wall with a grimace mask similar to the one Fang Yu had seen hanging on it.

The old man looked peaceful and seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

But suddenly, his expression changed, he opened his eyes, and there was a black light in his eyes.

He saw a picture.

In the picture, there is an indifferent face of a young man.

"Elders, watch out, this is the person who killed me! You must avenge me!"

It's Ah Jiu!

The old man stood up awkwardly, his face extremely ugly.

The black light in his eyes quickly dissipated, and the scene ended abruptly.

The old man's expression changed, and he quickly walked out of the thatched cottage.

At this time, people were also coming out of several thatched cottages around.

"Have you all seen it?" the old man said solemnly.

"Clan leader, we saw that Ah Jiu was..." The elders around him all looked ugly.

"Lao Jiu's soul-borrowing altar is built in the Tianji Mountains. You should immediately send people to investigate there. Find the young man in the picture and get all his information! We must avenge Ah Jiu!

"The patriarch's eyes were sharp and he said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!