As it landed, the bag opened and a spherical object rolled out.

It’s a dead head!

"Fuck!"

Song Yingming was startled and took a few steps back, his face turning pale.

Because he was horrified to discover that this dead head was actually a disciple of Master Yan!

"Um?"

Master Yan's face darkened, and his eyes immediately turned cold: "Who are you? You dare to kill my disciples, you are so audacious!"

"So, it was you who poisoned our wine with corpse bloodworms?"

The figure slowly walked out of the darkness and finally stopped at the door of the living room.

The dim light in the living room shone on the figure's face, but Song Yingming's eyelids jumped in shock: "Lu, Lu Chen? Why are you here?!"

"Your means of harming people are too clumsy, and I have seen through it, so now, I am here to settle the score with you." Lu Chen said with an indifferent expression.

"Settling accounts? Bah! Who do you think you are? How dare you act wildly in front of Master Yan? You are simply asking for death!"

Song Yingming first spat on the ground, then immediately hid behind Master Yan and said: "Master Yan! This is the kid, he is the target I want to deal with!"

"You just killed my disciples and didn't run away far away. How dare you come here to seek revenge? You really don't know how to live or die!" Master Yan said in a conspiratorial tone.

"act recklessly?"

Lu Chen suddenly laughed: "Why do you think I dare to appear here?"

"What? Do you have helpers?"

Master Yan glanced around, trying to find something.

"I don't have any helpers, because I am enough to deal with you all." Lu Chen said calmly.

"Arrogant!"

Master Yan glared and said angrily: "How dare you underestimate me? Today I will make your life worse than death!"

After finishing his words, he waved his long sleeves.

A large amount of black smoke was sprayed out, overwhelmingly pressing towards Lu Chen.

"call--!"

Lu Chen opened his mouth and blew gently.

A strong wind blew up, sending sand and rocks flying.

The black smoke that had just hit us was instantly blown away and bounced back with even greater momentum.

"Um?"

Master Yan's expression changed slightly, and his long sleeves rolled crazily, forming a barrier of infuriating energy, blocking out a large amount of black smoke and dust.

However, a small amount of the residue was blown to Song Yingming.

Song Yingming was stunned for a moment, and then he felt itchy all over his body and started scratching frantically with his hands.

"Why is it so itchy? What was that just now?"

The more Song Yingming scratched, the more it itched, and within a few seconds, his body was covered with blood stains.

Especially that face, which was so scratched that the skin was ulcerated and the flesh was bloody.

"ah--!"

Song Yingming howled in pain, but couldn't control himself. He could only scratch and scratch, wanting to tear himself to pieces.

"Master Yan! Save me!" Song Yingming roared in despair.

If he continues like this, he will really catch himself to death.

"What a waste!"

Master Yan frowned slightly, immediately took out a bottle of potion and sprinkled it on Song Yingming.

After a few breaths, Song Yingming finally stopped self-mutilating.
Chapter completed!