The next day, Qin Shaofeng received a text message from an unknown number on his phone.
After returning last night, Qin Shaofeng had not rushed to refine pills. Instead, he had gone straight back to his room and slept while holding Liu Ya.
Only after waking up now did he notice the unfamiliar text message.
At first glance, Qin Shaofeng had thought it was some kind of spam.
But after reading it, the corner of Qin Shaofeng's mouth lifted slightly.
"Heh, I never expected Evil Blood Daoist to be this clever."
The unfamiliar message was from Evil Blood Daoist. After gaining a slight degree of control over Li Feifan's body, he had hurriedly sent Qin Shaofeng a text.
Fortunately, Qin Shaofeng had previously considered that Evil Blood Daoist would not be able to hold on for long using Li Feng's body. To guard against any accidents, he had given Evil Blood Daoist his phone number. He had not expected it to come in handy now.
Evil Blood Daoist had never used a phone before and was a genuine antique. But after devouring the souls of Li Feng and Li Feifan in succession and obtaining many of their memories, he naturally understood things like phones inside and out.
This message from Evil Blood Daoist finally allowed Qin Shaofeng to understand who exactly had wanted to put him to death.
Li Feifan?
The second young master of the Li Family, one of China's five great Martial Families?
The moment he saw this unfamiliar name, Qin Shaofeng was completely at a loss. He did not remember ever having crossed paths with someone like this, so it was impossible for him to have offended the man.
But why did the other party want him dead?
After reading further, anger flared in Qin Shaofeng's heart.