But Mo Qing was scared.

Fortunately, after a while, there was no movement outside, so I gradually felt relieved.

"Look, Grandpa, they can't hear it at all."

Mo Baifan was still somewhat pleased with himself.

"Alas, I actually hope that the bastard murderer can come back again. That way, we can confront the people outside and have a chance of catching him. Otherwise, we'll have to rely on those useless people to catch him. It will take forever!"

Mo Baifan sighed.

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I have an idea. Let those idiots outside hide and make the murderer mistakenly think that there is no one to protect our Mo family. I guess he will come again!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mo Qing scolded.

"That murderer was able to kill even a martial saint like Li Shan. If he really came and stood in front of you, you would probably pee your pants in fear."

Mo Qing said unhappily.

I feel more and more that this grandson Mo Baifan needs discipline, and every word he says is more outrageous than the last.

Although he also wanted the murderer to be caught, he would rather not have it happen in this way.

If they really come, it would be easy if the people outside can find them, guard them and catch them in time.

But if they fail to catch them, or even fail to discover them, wouldn’t they be in danger?

If it’s just like what Mo Baifan said, then wouldn’t I become the bait?

"Tsk! Why would I be afraid of him? If he really comes, I'll slap him a few times! Make him kneel down and beg for mercy!"

Mo Baifan was still being stubborn.

Anyway, he was just talking casually here, and the murderer would not really appear because of his words.

However, when he finished saying this, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and his back went cold for some reason.

"Fan...Fan'er, you...you behind me."

Mo Qinglao's eyes were wide open, like a pair of cow eyes, staring at the back of Mo Baifan, swallowing hard, but he couldn't relieve the dryness in his mouth.

The words he spoke were extremely dry, like the creaking of rusty gears, extremely unpleasant to the ear.

"What's behind me?"

Mo Baifan's eyes also became terrified. He always felt that something was wrong. Before there was an answer to the question, the terrified feeling became even more serious.

His body was stiff, and he slowly turned around bit by bit.

The scene behind him came into his sight.

He was a man holding a knife, with a mask on his face, as black as ink and as deep as the night. He stood there quietly, like a ghost in the night.

Neither Mo Qing nor Mo Baifan had any idea when it appeared.

It was as if it suddenly appeared out of thin air, without any movement.

They didn't know who this person was, or what his purpose was in suddenly appearing here.

But some things are just so strange. The two parties have never communicated and have never met.

But the moment we met, the answer emerged in my mind just from the aura and the atmosphere.

It happened so naturally, as if there was someone living in their hearts who told them the answer.

murderer!

The person in front of them is the murderer they have been looking for!

Plop!

Mo Baifan's legs went weak and he fell to his knees.

He didn't want to kneel, but his legs just wouldn't listen to him. They were too weak and he had no strength left, so he just knelt down.

His lips also looked pale and bloodless, and because of the trembling of his body, his teeth kept colliding with each other, making a knocking sound.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I was just talking nonsense. I didn't really mean it. Please...please don't kill me."

Mo Baifan stuttered and was extremely scared.

The fearless look from just now has long disappeared.

Now all that's left is fear. I can't speak clearly, I stutter and my words come out stumblingly.

"Well, I believe you."

Ye Feng smiled indifferently.

However, before Mo Baifan could be happy, a bright knife light flashed across his neck.

With his strength, he naturally couldn't even react. He just covered his neck and slowly fell down.

"No!"

Mo Qing was frightened by the scene before him.

When Mo Baifan was killed, some of the blood splashed onto his face.

The blood was warm, but he felt cold.

He opened his mouth, as if he was about to cry out in grief.

Ye Feng was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and took a step forward.

The tip of the knife pierced directly into Mo Qing's mouth and came out from the back of his head.

Ye Feng retracted the knife.

Just at this moment, there was a sudden noise outside, as if someone was about to come in.

Although the man's movements were light and made almost no sound, he must be a master.

But Ye Feng had amazing hearing and discovered it early on.

A more important reason is that he has integrated the origin of earth. Now that he is standing on the earth, a large area nearby has become Ye Feng's eyes and ears. Even an ant crawling on the ground cannot escape Ye Feng's perception.

“It’s time to go!”

This assassination was also very smooth. It was time to call it a day after it was done. In addition, someone outside was about to come in, so Ye Feng immediately hid underground.

Not long after, someone walked in.

He is Li Hai, the brother of Li Shan who was killed before.

Ever since his brother got into trouble here last time, he has been looking for the murderer like crazy.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much gain.

He would come to the Mo family almost every day to exchange some information and see if there was any progress in the incident.

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