Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhang Chuxue woke up from the initial state of confusion, it turned out that the person they had been looking for hidden behind was the Angkor in front of them!

Not only that, Zhou Anke just explained to Zhang Chuxue what a nightmare is, and now Angkor said that Zhou An is also a nightmare, Zhang Chuxue looked at the two people who were already in a state of confrontation, and didn't know who to believe for a while.

Zhang Chuxue looked at Zhou An, more than once, she suspected that Zhou An was not a person, but every time she could be rounded by Zhou An, after Angkor's explanation, Zhang Chuxue only regarded him as a master.

But now Angkor has overturned his own statement and said that Zhou An is a nightmare!

I saw Zhou An drink another glass of liquor, and the Wu family's small shop has been accompanying him for four generations, but now this Angkor has embarked on such a road.

"Get what is behind you, and I'll see how it proves to you that I'm dead."

Angkor shook his head and didn't listen to Zhou An's words, he didn't have no affection for Zhou An, as long as Zhou An didn't interfere in this matter, Angkor didn't want to hurt Zhou An.

Hum!

Zhou An snorted coldly, stretched out his hand towards Angkor, and a small bag flew out of Angkor, which contained Xu Ling's soul.

"Brother Ang, if you don't have this ability, who taught you so many skills?"

Zhou An shook his head and asked, this kind of thing is not something that a person like Angkor should have, and although Angkor looks like a man in his forties, the voice he heard last night was only in his twenties, and this kind of ability is not what Angkor should have.

Seeing that Zhou An took away the spirit binding bag, Angkor suddenly became anxious, and loudly threatened Zhou An to hand over the bag, otherwise, Zhou An would die with Xu Li'an.

But Zhou An not only did not hand over the bag, but walked towards Angkor step by step, he came to see what was hidden behind Angkor.

As Zhou An took a step forward, Angkor would take a step back, until Angkor could not retreat, and a look of madness gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Xiao Anzi, you forced me, don't blame me!"

Angkor shouted frantically and took out a copper needle from behind him.

The copper needle was seven inches long, with oxidized black spots on it, and on this copper needle, there was a bright red, which was the color of blood, but it was as vivid as if it had just been smeared.

"See, the fourth generation of our Wu family is here, and we have always been your neighbors, you tell me how it is possible for a person to live for so long, you are not a nightmare!"

"This copper needle is what killed you back then, and the blood on it is yours, don't you remember it!"

Angkor screamed frantically, but at the same time he kept shaking his head.

"No, how can Zhou An still stand in front of him this time, he should think of everything when he sees this copper needle, he should know how he died, how can he still stand in front of me."

Angkor kept repeating this sentence, and raised the copper needle in front of Zhou An again, wanting Zhou An to see it clearly.

But Zhou An's eyes had turned cold at this time.

Indeed, he had seen this copper needle.

It was this copper needle that nailed him to the black earth, and he still remembers this incident vividly.

"Angkor, it's all over, tell me who gave you this copper needle."

From Angkor's hand, Zhou An gently took the copper needle, and seeing that Zhou An was indeed fine, Angkor's body gradually became paralyzed, as if he had lost hope, and sat on the ground and cried.

"Everything is Xu Li'an's fault, if it weren't for him, my child wouldn't have died."

"He's damned, a thousand cuts won't be enough."