Chapter 567 - A Massacre (1/2)
Chapter 567 A Massacre
The old man in white who suddenly appears, together with the two men in blue, sends a chill down the spines of the Zhao Family.
“May I ask who you are?” Zhao Chong takes a deep breath and braces himself for taking a step forward, making a bow with hands folded in front and asking.
The old man in white snorts and reaches out his hand. It seems that on his hand, a black butterfly flies at an extremely fast speed and then lands on Zhao Chong’s face.
Before he can speak, Zhao Chong suddenly feels that something in his body is being quickly pulled away.
Then with a grimace, he finally screams in pain and his body shrinks at a visible speed, as if he is drained of blood and essence. When the black butterfly turns blood-red and returns to the old man’s hand, Zhao Chong freezes there. One of the Zhao Family takes a step forward and touches him gently. The next moment, Zhao Chong’s body turns into ashes right away.
“Ah!” Quite some people cry out in horror.
Astoundingly, within the blink of an eye, Zhao Chong has already vanished.
As a gust of wind blows by, several people of the Zhao Family all cough heavily.
Does anyone ordinary have ashes blown over his face?
“Uncle Chong!”
“Grandpa Chong!”
The Zhao Family all glare in fury.
Zhao Chong is already dead for good. Nothing of him is left but ashes…
“Who are you?” The middle-aged man following behind Zhao Chong shouts, whose voice sounds full of terror.
The old man with a white beard sneers and the butterfly in his hand has disappeared.
“Who killed my son?”
He repeats his question. They start to doubt whether humans are essentially inclined to repeat, just as is said online.
“Who on earth is your son? How can we know who killed your son?” A young man of the Zhao Family shouts.
The old man with a white beard stares at him.
The next moment, the young man feels his body enveloped by gusts of chills. Almost without hesitation, he turns around and wants to escape, but he still doesn’t react fast enough. Or it is better to say that he doesn’t run as fast as the butterfly flies. Instantly, the butterfly turns him into ashes.
“Humph. How reckless!” The old man with a white beard snorts. After killing two people of the Zhao Family, he doesn’t show any mixed feelings on his face, as if he didn’t kill two people but two ants. He really regards human’s life as nothing, or how can he be so indifferent?
“You are from the Poison Sect?” The middle-aged man has no time to fear at the moment. He is simply ruminating on how to get out of the current predicament.
Since the old man keeps asking who killed his son, telling him the answer will be the best solution then.
“Um?” The old man with a white beard stares at him, making the middle-aged man shiver subconsciously.
“How do you know I am from the Poison Sect? It seems that my son’s death really has something to do with you,” the old man with a white beard says with a sneer.
“No, no, no. Sir, your son’s death has nothing to do with us,” the middle-aged man hastens to say.
The old man with a white beard looks at him with a frown, seemingly trying to see through his mind with his eyes.