C147 Assassin(2)

"Wang Lieh of the Lianfeng Stronghold accepted the deal and went to stop The Zhao Caravan, but they seemed to have the help of an expert. Not only was Wang Lieh unable to find the Red Soul Stone, but Wang Lieh also died there." Cold sweat the size of soybeans was breaking out on the man's forehead.

"Hmm? What about their leader, Wang Tianming?" The Black-robed Old Man listened to the man's narration, and his frown deepened.

"My king, Wang Tianming is also dead," the man said carefully.

When he came to the Lianfeng Stronghold to stop the Zhao Family Chamber of Commerce under the name of the old man in front of him, he did not expect to receive news of the death of Wang Tianming and Wang Lieh.

Wang Tianming was an expert at the early stage of the Energy Shaping Realm, and only those at the Energy Shaping Realm or higher could kill him.

Thinking of this, the man understood the severity of the matter, but he had failed to complete the old man's task, so he was scared. The old man in front of him was, but he was the master of the current generation, so how could he not be scared?

When The Black-robed Old Man heard the news of Wang Tianming's death, his heart trembled. He also knew that Wang Tianming was an Energy Shaping Realm Warrior.

"Someone's helping them?" The Black-robed Old Man frowned.

"Humph." The Black-robed Old Man coldly snorted. He couldn't figure out who was helping the Zhao Family Chamber of Commerce.

But now he desperately needed the Red Soul Stone, because there was something hidden in it...

"Day Zuo." The Black-robed Old Man called out coldly.

"Master, your disciple is here." Dung Tianzuo answered when he heard The Black-robed Old Man calling him.

The Black-robed Old Man glanced at Dung Tianzuo coldly, causing a chill to run down Dung Tianzuo's spine.

"I haven't punished you for losing the Seven Treasures Lotus Lamp in my vein. I'll give you a chance this time. Go and get the Red Soul Stone for me." The Black-robed Old Man said as he looked at Dung Tianzuo from the corner of his eye.

"Yes." Dung Tianzuo looked down so that his expression could not be seen clearly.

"If you bring the Red Soul Stone back, then we can forget about the Seven Treasures Lotus Lamp. Otherwise," The Black-robed Old Man turned his gaze back to the man.

The man noticed the Old Man's gaze, and as if he had realized something, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed.

"My, my master, please spare my life. Please spare my life." The man cried out in fear.

However, the Black-robed Old Man ignored the man's plea for mercy. He slowly raised his hand, and an obscure dark Qi shot towards the man.

"Ah!" When the Qi hit the man's body, he immediately screamed as if he had been struck by lightning.

Dung Tianzuo's heart trembled when he heard this scream, and he subconsciously looked towards the man.

"Ah, my lord, please spare me, ah, ah, ah," the man started to roll on the ground and scream.

Under the influence of the unknown aura, the flesh on his body was rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a short while, the man's screams gradually became weaker until they stopped making any sounds, but his body had indeed completely turned into a puddle of pus.

When he saw this, Dung Tianzuo's pain instantly shrank to the point of a needle, and a trace of coldness rose from his body.

"Useless trash, humph." The black-robed old man said as he did not care about the man's fate.

The old man continued to look at Dung Tianzuo.

"Go, bring me the Red Soul Stone. Otherwise, even if you are my disciple, your fate will only be worse than his." The black-robed Old Man ordered Dung Tianzuo coldly as if he had no feelings for his disciple.

Dung Tianzuo hadn't fully recovered from the man's condition yet, and now a trace of fear rose in his heart. He was afraid that he would end up the same way.

"Yes, disciple. I understand." Dung Tianzuo's head was still lowered, and he did not dare to look at the Black-robed Old Man. At this moment, his back was covered in cold sweat.

"Hmph, go down." The black-robed Old Man snorted, closed his eyes again, and said coldly.

"I will take my leave." Dung Tianzuo suppressed the fear in his heart and retreated out of the hall.

After Dung Tianzuo left, the old man opened his eyes again. He narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction where Dung Tianzuo had left.

Then, he waved his hand and the pus formed by the man on the ground disappeared.

"Who is it? And the mud statue of the Celestial Temple? Hmph, when I take a step further, I will find out sooner or later." The Black-robed Old Man frowned as he thought about it.

...

When Lee Zhuohua and the other two returned to the Zhao Family Chamber of Commerce, it was already evening. After dinner, Lee Zhuohua brought Zi Lan back to his room.

"Young master?" As soon as he returned to his room, without Zhao Hanyan around, Zi Lan asked Lee Zhuohua.

When Lee Zhuohua heard Zi Lan's voice, he naturally knew what she was going to ask.

"I just feel that Wan Shaan has a special physique that I want to know." Lee Zhuohua did not hide anything and directly said.

"Special physique? What's going on?" Zi Lan did not understand what Lee Zhuohua meant by'pecial physique', so she asked in confusion.

Lee Zhuohua chuckled in the face of Zi Lan's question.

"These things will have to be made clear to you sooner or later. Now that you ask me, I will tell you now, in case you meet such people in the future. I even think that you have a special constitution that I don't understand. '" Lee Zhuohua said with a smile.

"Hmm? Me?" Zi Lan looked at Lee Zhuohua who was in front of her and was a little puzzled.

"Alright, listen to me." Lee Zhuohua shook his head and was about to explain it to Zi Lan.

Right at this moment.

"An assassin."

An exclamation of surprise resounded throughout the Zhao Family Chamber of Commerce, startling everyone.

When the people of the Zhao Family Chamber of Commerce heard this exclamation, they rushed out of the house and ran towards the source of the sound.

"Hmm?" Lee Zhuohua also heard the exclamation.