C12 I Am a Witness of Death(part Ii)

Yang Faan replied with an "oh" and no longer said anything else as he continued to eat.

Wang Shisan placed his hands on the table and used his palms to support his head. "So boring!"

Not long after, he was hungry and began to eat as well.

Yang Faan replied after finishing his meal, "If you want to compete with others, then don't use your heart to disturb others' minds. Since you killed those 12 people, I didn't bother to care about your crimes."

Wang Shisan immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, appearing as if he wanted to defend himself …

"The blood packet in your mouth has been reattached. Not bad!"

Wang Thirteen immediately used his hand to cover his teeth. It seemed that he had been exposed.

"I have a death certificate, so those who cannot beat me are all people with evil in their hearts. Although the thirteenth person seems to be full of righteousness, he cannot defeat me, so he is also an evil person." Wang Thirteen arrogantly said.

Yang Faan smiled and drew a square on the table.

"The thirteenth person's parents have just died, and seeing that you insulted a scholar, he's naturally confused. It would be strange if he said anything more than that to induce you to use your mental cultivation method."

Wang Thirteen shot him a puzzled look. Is he really asking Yang Faan?

Yang Faan nodded, "If you don't believe me, then let's go take a look."

The two left, leaving the shop owner crying. Another one who didn't dare to ask, finally, he could only vent his anger on the waiter who stopped Yang Faan.

The waiter rarely got beaten up for no reason at all.

… ….

The thirteenth person's name was Wang Shan. Ever since he was young, he loved reading and also liked martial arts.

Just like the other cultivators in this world, he had recultivated his mind and heart.

He only wanted to sit there and didn't want to possess the power of the nation.

But his family wasn't well off, so he could only be ordinary.

But at this Hsing City, one's family situation decided one's position.

The place that was supposed to be his recommendation, was now given to a young master of a third-rate family in the Hsing City.

His parents refused to accept this outcome and went to look for the mayor, but they died on the way back.

Wang Shan had already guessed who did it, so the reason why he got the knife in his sleeve today was for that third-rate family.

However, Wang Thirteen stopped him and Yang Faan saved him.

Perhaps this was the chance to meet someone with the same surname and a life saving grace.

When he returned home, there was no one else in the neat wooden house.

He looked through the window and saw a small wooden house outside. That was the place where he studied.

Whenever he was tired, he would look up at his mother, who worked hard at the door, and his father, who was knitting baskets in the yard.

His family wasn't rich, but he was very happy.

It was a pity that the Heavenly Dao was unfair.

He took out a piece of white silk from his room and lightly flung it across the beam, landing it on his head. He took the other piece, and it was even a dead knot.

"If the Heavenly Dao is unfair, I shall use my death to prove it!" Father, mother, you've worked hard in this life. In the next life, I'll take care of you! " Wang Shan carried a stool over and hung his head on the white silk. With a kick, the stool fell and he was suspended in the air.

He closed his eyes, not struggling, but smiling.

"The Heavens are unfair?" Kill it, it's not fair. Kill it, you only know how to say it. If you want to fight to the death, why don't you do it to him? Should we kill him?! "

A voice as heavy as a bell rang in Wang Shan's heart.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

He took out the Sleeve Sword and cut off the white silk.

"Sir is right, I should ask the world with the Sleeve Sword!"

Wang Shan used the white silk to tightly entangle the Sleeve Sword and strode forward.

Yang Faan, who was outside with Wang Thirteen, raised his eyebrows.

With just a few words, he had broken through the bottleneck and leaped from the Body Tempering stage to the Qi Refining stage. It was truly not bad.

… ….

The Wang family, a poor family clan, was holding a banquet to celebrate for their young master, Wang Ci.

Celebrating that he had obtained a recommendation and could enter the capital. With his talents, he was sure to be able to enter a higher position.

Wang Shan barged into the banquet hall.

He swept the group with his sword.

"He's not from the Wang family. If he doesn't do something evil, scram!"

What responded was waves of laughter.

"What did he say?" Are you threatening us? "

"I think so, but since you're here, then don't go. Go and accompany your parents!" Wang Ci was furious with a servant.

The servant did not dare to speak, but the dancers stopped.

"What?" Why did you stop? No one can listen to my orders! "

Wang Ci drew his sword from his back, adding the edge of the blade and cutting his tongue open.

"Your parents actually wanted to go and complain. Who in the Hsing City doesn't know that the mayor is a scholar? That complaint is equivalent to my death."

"Therefore, I can only make the first move!"

"Killing people like this will make you addicted to it. Your parents died under my sword. It's just that your mother died in joy."

Wang Ci laughed, while Wang Shan clenched his teeth.

He gripped his sword with both hands and let out a monstrous roar as he charged forward.

Wang Ci was disdainful as he walked slowly.

One woman wiped her neck out of fear of stopping the dance, scaring the other dancers so hard they had no choice but to force themselves to dance.

The two of them met in the middle of the banquet hall. The Sleeve Sword was too small, and after suffering such a setback, a cut was left on its face.

However, Wang Ci's sword was too long to hold. Wang Shan sent the sword flying with a light swing.

Wang Shan was prepared to kill Wang Ci in a fit of anger. Seeing that the situation was bad, Wang Ci ran into the dancers and shouted, "Grandpa, it's me!"

Wang Shan dragged his sword forward.

In the end, they were still afraid. The dancers and guests all fled to a corner.

Seeing that he had nowhere to retreat to, Wang Ci dashed forward. However, Wang Shan's sword was too ruthless, aiming straight for his chest.

In this face to face fight, if there were no surprises, Wang Ci would die.

Just as the sword was about to pierce his chest, a figure saved Wang Ci.

"Grandfather, you're finally here! If you don't come soon, I'm going to die!" The person who came was Wang Ci's grandfather, Wang Hai.

"How is it? I have a grandfather, do you have one?" You only have a pair of useless parents, and they can't help you with anything.

Wang Shan was furious and let out a heaven-shaking roar, "I... You are not allowed to talk about my parents! "

Wang Shan rushed over, but Wang Hai was at the extreme Qi Refining stage.

He chopped down, but Wang Hai sent him flying with a kick. Wang Hai picked him up and threw him out.

Ye Zichen chucked it towards Wang Shan.

Wang Shan fell onto the ground and stabbed the sword straight into his stomach, locking him firmly onto the ground.

"Arrogant child, you hurt my grandson! Son, is his parents here? I want to eat his father's mother's blood!" Wang Hai said angrily.

"Grandfather, his parents were killed by me, but you still broke their tendons. Oh, that's not right, there's still another girl that adores him. Grandfather, let's go and capture him."

Wang Hai nodded, but suddenly, a sword flew over. It was the sword that was blocking Wang Shan.

Wang Shan pulled out his sword and charged forward.

Wang Hai originally wanted to kill them, but now he just wanted to do it.

He raised his sword and slashed at Wang Shan.

Soon, Wang Shan was no longer in human form and was covered in blood.

Wang Hai got tired of it. He raised his sword and pointed it at Wang Shan's forehead.

"In your next life, remember that trash is trash and will never appear on the stage. It is your honor for my grandson to take your things."

Wang Hai roared as he stabbed downwards.

Wang Shan closed his eyes and stopped resisting.

But the sword didn't come for a long time. He opened his eyes and saw Yang Faan, who had just saved his life, lifting him up by Wang Hai's neck.

Yang Faan looked coldly at Wang Hai: "Don't ask me why I killed you, it's your honor to die at my hands."