Yin Yu's expression changed instantly. This voice was clearly not Lillian's, and it wasn't from abroad either. He had almost been fooled by Lao Liu. He stretched out his withered hand and grabbed at Fan Li, who was kneeling on the ground. "You dare to betray me!"
The moment the phone rang, Fan Li knew something was wrong and prepared a response. He reached into his pocket, grabbed a handful of powder, and flung it into the air. The air was filled with a hazy layer of powder, obscuring Fan Li's figure.
The powder was prepared by Fan Li himself; it wasn't poison, but rather a mixture of lime powder and charcoal powder, intended to confuse the enemy and buy him some time to escape.
"Cough cough... Damn it... Catch that traitor, Lao Liu!"
The air was filled with dust, and it was quicklime powder. When it gets wet, it heats up. If the quicklime powder gets into your eyes, it burns intensely. The charcoal powder, on the other hand, is black and can obstruct your vision. The combination of the two actually bought Fan Li a lot of time.
Once the dust in the air had dissipated, Fan Li had already escaped to the courtyard and was running frantically outside. If he could just delay a little longer, he would be saved.
Yin Yu grabbed the tea from the table and splashed it into his eyes, washing away the lime in them. He then saw Fan Li clearly, snorted coldly, and flashed behind Fan Li.
Yin Zhenzhen's voice rang out behind Fan Li, "You dare betray me, where do you think you're going to run to!"
Fan Li was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and ran even faster, but he couldn't move in the same spot because Yin Yu had caught his collar and he couldn't run away at all.
"Help! Someone, please help me!"
Fan Li screamed in fright, hoping that Lu Mo and the others would appear quickly. Yin Yu's expression changed slightly, realizing something was wrong. He shouted at Hua Xiaolou and Wu Fu inside the house, "We've fallen for Lao Liu's trap! Get out of here!"
There's definitely an ambush here, damn it!
Yin Yu lightly slapped out a palm towards Fan Li's back. This palm seemed weak, but it was actually a bone-corroding and soul-destroying palm. Even someone with iron bones and a Vajra body would die if hit by this palm.
Fan Li closed his eyes in despair. Lu Mo and the others still hadn't shown up. He was doomed!
A gust of wind swept by, and Yin Yu's palm was blocked. It was Lu Mo. In fact, he had arrived earlier, but was waiting for the best opportunity.
Lu Mo wore deerskin gloves, which protected him from the poison and blocked Yin Yu's attack. However, a bit of the palm wind still struck Fan Li in the back, causing Fan Li to spit out a mouthful of blood and fall to the ground.
Although he was slightly injured and may spend the rest of his life bedridden, his life was saved. This palm strike can be considered his punishment.
"Since we're here, let's make the best of it. Where else do we want to go?" Lu Mo said with a smile.
Yin Yu's body was tense. He should have realized it was Lu Mo. He shouldn't have come in the first place.
"Bian Yujing is dead, isn't he?" Yin Yu asked coldly.
"Yes, he died two days after being imprisoned; it was a cerebral infarction."
"You drugged him." Yin Yu's tone was certain. How could Bian Yujing, so young, have suffered a stroke? Someone must have been up to something.
Lu Mo sneered, "He committed too many sins, so heaven will punish him, and so will you!"
As he spoke, he threw a punch, not wanting to waste words with this old devil; he was determined to destroy this wicked old devil tonight.
Yin Yu and Lu Mo were locked in combat. Lu Mo was dressed in black, while Yin Yu wore a dark gray robe. In the darkness, they looked the same and it was impossible to tell them apart. Hua Xiaolou and Wu Fu, who were inside the house, dared not come out. Their skills were no match for Lu Mo's, and they would surely die if they did.
“Isn’t Eighth Junior Brother skilled in using poison? Go and help Master,” Wu Fu said deliberately.
He didn't get along well with his fellow disciples, especially Hua Xiaolou, who was favored by their master. Wu Fu felt very resentful. At this moment, Yin Yu, who was still recovering from his injuries, was struck by Lu Mo's palm and spat out several mouthfuls of black blood. He was clearly at a disadvantage.
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