Lin Qing frowned slightly, took out a handful of fine snow salt, rubbed it slightly, and sprinkled it at the wound of the ancestor Fenglei. For a moment, a huge wail sounded in the cave.

"You can not say it, but whether your family can live depends on your choice."

Lin Qing took a towel, wiped his hands, and said slowly.

"you!"

The ancestor Feng Lei widened his eyes, glared at Lin Qing, and then turned to stare at Feng Qingjue, "How have you been doing to your master's wife and junior brother?"

"I'm not as crazy as you, they're still alive now, and if you don't give it to me well, I'm not sure."

Feng Qingjue sneered.

"You evil disciple! The disaster is not as good as your family, you..." The ancestor Feng Lei was full of grief and resentment. As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Feng Qingjue who was even more excited. He spoke in a cold voice, and his face bulged with blue veins. He picked up Feng Lei who was sank on the ground, "The disaster is not as good as your family?"

How did you do it in the first place?”

Lin Qing looked at the ancestor Feng Lei who was lying on the ground coldly, looked at him sighing, regretting that he had not been able to do it, and saw him crying bitterly, without any sympathy in his heart, "Tell me, otherwise, there will be two innocent souls on the road to the underworld."

"Okay! I'll say!"

After one stick of incense, Lin Qing swallowed a corpse control pill for the ancestor Feng Lei who was killed by Feng Qingjue, and took the corpse into the storage ring to eliminate all traces. He returned to Wuyouju with a pale face.
Chapter completed!