Wu Guanqing gritted his teeth: "Everyone is dead, and you haven't taken his life yet?" ”

Ye Yunhe's eyes were faint: "Bullying the weak, bullying men and women, Wu Guanqing, you really taught a good son." ”

Wu Guanqing pointed at Ye Xiu and said: "Even if my son is not behaving on weekdays, he is not guilty of death, and killing people pays for his life, if you hand him over, I will leave immediately!" ”

Ye Yunhe glanced at Ye Xiu again, and asked in a soothing tone, "You really didn't kill his son?" ”

Ye Xiu explained: "I just used a bamboo stick to set his hands into the soil, and at most he went home to raise it for a few months and then recovered. ”

Ye Yunhe bowed his head slightly, and asked Wu Guanqing: "What about your son's corpse?" ”

Wu Guanqing waved his hand again, and a bamboo frame covered with a white cloth was lifted over: "My son died a miserable death, how can you bear to go to this kind of poisonous hand!" ”

Ye Yunhe stepped forward, lifted the white cloth, and suddenly revealed a corpse with a painful and twisted expression.

Wu Guanqing saw his son's tragic condition again, and couldn't help but hide his face and cry: "Beat him alive and bleed to death, Zhenguo Gong, if you still have a little conscience, give him to me, I will kill him with my own hands to comfort my son's soul!" ”

Ye Yunhe was silent, picked up the corpse's hand and looked at it, then put it down, broke its mouth again, and took a look.

Ye Yunhe's face changed instantly: "Torch!" ”

The second elder hurriedly stepped forward and used torches to light the old ancestor.

The more Ye Yunhe looked at it, the more his face sank, and suddenly took a step forward, and with a smack, he pulled out the saber on Wu Guanqing's waist and held it in his hand.

With a lift of his arm, the bright blade immediately cut Wu Guanqing's son's throat.

Wu Guanqing was shocked: "What are you doing Zhenguogong, my son is already miserable enough, you still want to abuse his corpse like this!" ”

Ye Yunhe's voice was hoarse and low: "Let you see how your son died." ”

The blade slashed down from his throat to his belly, Ye Yunhe threw the knife in his hand, and immediately pulled the corpse's stomach to the sides with both hands.

Some of the soldiers who were standing behind Wu Guanqing and were closer to the corpse suddenly looked frightened, and some even couldn't help but vomit.

Wu Guanqing was also stunned in place as if he had been struck by lightning.

I saw that all the internal organs in the stomach of the corpse were twisted together, mixed together, and shattered like meat that had been chopped countless times.

Ye Yunhe put his hand into it and slowly pulled out a long filament.

Wu Guanqing saw it clearly and exclaimed: "Hair? ”

It was this hair that stirred up Wu Guanqing's son's internal organs.

Ye Yunhe straightened his hair, looked at it for a long time under the firelight, and muttered, "How is it possible, how is it possible." ”

Wu Guanqing looked dazed: "Zhen Guogong, what may be impossible, is my son..."

Ye Yunhe glared at Wu Guanqing: "Of course, there is someone else who killed your son, it was this hair that made your son die a tragic death in pain and torture!" ”

Wu Guanqing didn't say a word, immediately knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times: "I beg Zhen Guogong to tell me who is the murderer of my son, and I must lead my troops to cut him with a thousand knives." ”

Ye Yunhe glanced at the three thousand elite soldiers behind Wu Guanqing: "If it's really her, with you and these soldiers behind you, it's just going to die for nothing." ”

Wu Guanqing knows very well that he has the prestige of Zhenguo and never disdains to brag.

Ye Yunhe's brows furrowed tightly and he hesitated: "But this is impossible, if it is really her, wouldn't it be an old monster?" ”