"Who?"
The sudden voice gave Ling Lifu a fright. He turned and saw Xiao Fan approaching with a wave of his hand. Seeing someone suddenly appear in such a secluded spot, Ling Lifu's expression instantly darkened.
He had clearly checked just moments ago, and there had been no one else nearby. Where had this greenhorn suddenly sprung from? Were there any accomplices lurking around?
"Boy, who are you?"
Ling Lifu regarded Xiao Fan calmly, keeping one hand behind his back. No matter what, word of today's events could not get out. If it ruined his superiors' plans...
Recalling the wails from the Ten Thousand Poison Valley, Ling Lifu felt an uncontrollable chill in his heart. A trace of coldness crept into his gaze as he looked at Xiao Fan.
Boy, don't blame me. If you must blame anyone, blame your own rotten luck for stumbling into this.
"Me? Just a passerby."
Xiao Fan waved his hand, then walked toward Ling Lifu. A flicker of delight flashed in Ling Lifu's eyes when he saw Xiao Fan approach of his own accord. Unsure what to make of the boy, he had hesitated to strike first, but once Xiao Fan came a little closer, he would attack immediately.
Mo Qiancheng lay sprawled on the ground, his limbs twitching uncontrollably. He had thought he was certain to die and that his message would never get out. He had never expected such a turn at the very end.
But he could clearly see wisps of grayish-brown Dou Qi appearing on Ling Lifu's right hand behind his back. This was a sign that Ling Lifu was channeling his full power. Having cultivated poison Dou Qi since childhood, Ling Lifu was only a step away from becoming a Dou Ling. The newcomer looked barely over twenty and