The woman in the purple skirt hurriedly avoided the side and breathed continuously. The fair face was still scared.

Peng Yuanzhou was beside him and asked, "Is it okay?"

The woman in purple skirt waved her head, but did not make a sound. Instead, she looked at the guy Song Changhe with two eyes, with her cold eyes as if she wanted Song Changhe's family to die on the spot.

"It's going to be broken..."

Song Changhe had to follow the force of Xiao Yang's hand and let out the force, and his forehead was filled with cold sweat.

Xiao Yang's angular face was filled with a playful smile, "Do you guy know that it hurts now? What is this? The real good show is behind!"

As soon as Xiao Yang said this, Song Changhe was so scared that his heart and gallbladder were scattered. His eyes were full of fear, and his face turned pale, like a piece of white paper, without any blood. The cold sweat on his cheeks was like pouring rain, dripping downwards, and his whole body trembled continuously, as if it was sifted.

"What do you want to know...I can tell you what you want to know, please let me go!"

Song Changhe said panickedly. In front of Xiao Yang, he felt how humble he was at this moment.

"It's so uninteresting. You are the head of the dignified Song Jia family. You have to show some integrity. You just compromise like this, it's a bit too shameless!"

Xiao Yang said teasingly with great fun.

Face is worth a few more money in front of your own life, so you can keep the green mountains without fear of burning fire!

Song Changhe's head shook like a rattle, and he said in a hurry: "No... I'm willing to say anything!"

"Then let's talk about how you got the spiritual source, and what do you want to do with it?"

As early as Xiao Yang's mind, there was a vague premonition in his heart that Song Changhe must have been related to the mastermind behind the Xiao family's affairs, otherwise he would not have tried his best to hold the source of spiritual power in his own hands. If the Dark Fire Organization had not asked him to take out the treasure, he would have definitely held it firmly in his own hands, so that the source of spiritual power would not be seen.

"This...this..."

Song Changhe's expression suddenly turned into embarrassment, and hesitated. After so long, he still couldn't say a word. He lowered his head in disappointment and his eyes dodged.

"What? Do you dare not say it, or do you want to say it?"

Xiao Yang looked down at Song Changhe who was trembling in front of him and questioned aggressively.

"This matter...I can't say it..."

And just after the sentence he said, his voice gradually became vague, and a mouthful of blood gushed out along his throat.

The scene in front of him caught Xiao Yang and others off guard. The woman in the purple skirt and Peng Yuanzhou showed a look of surprise on her face. They never expected that things would develop to this extent.

“What’s going on?”

The woman in purple skirt said in a panic.

Xiao Yang walked forward quickly and placed three fingers on Song Changhe's pulse to diagnose his pulse. He only saw that his pulse was disordered, like thunder jumping wildly, and then gradually calmed down. This was the first time he encountered such a strange pulse.

"What did you do?" Xiao Yang's two sword eyebrows frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"It's because we have taken poison for a long time. As long as we betray the people behind us, we will be subjected to this poison..."

Before Song Changhe could finish his words, his head tilted to the side, and his hands drooped down weakly, and his body temperature gradually lost.

"You guy wake up! You must not die like this!"
Chapter completed!