"Tell me in a whisper! Which room is your grandpa in?"
"Say it!"
Zhong Ling breathed rapidly and was speechless: "I...I...I..."
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In the dark night, a white light suddenly appeared, accompanied by a sharp whistle, piercing the night sky.
The next second.
The knife in the man in black's hand was loosened and fell to the ground with a thud.
His eyes were wide open, showing shock and horror. He subconsciously covered his neck with his hands, but he still couldn't stop the blood from the arteries in his neck from rushing out.
He squirmed and uttered a sentence with difficulty: "So...so strong, so...so angry, no...impossible, Zhong... .Beside Zhong Zhanguo... there is actually... a master of transformation..."
Then, the man in black fell backwards and fell to the ground dead with a bang.
Zhong Ling was also frightened and shouted in horror: "Someone is coming, someone is coming quickly, there is a killer, there is a killer!"
Chu Yang stood in the dark night and muttered to himself: "Zhong Ling, Zhong Ling, you were still quarreling with me during the day, but if it weren't for me tonight, you would be dead."
Although Zhong Ling is naive at times and the eldest lady has a bad temper, this girl is still good-natured.
Fortunately, Chu Yang was here tonight, otherwise Zhong Ling and Zhong Zhanguo would most likely have encountered something unexpected.
This killer was able to evade layers of guards and sneak in here quietly, so he was definitely not an ordinary person.
Even though Chu Yang killed the man in black with a burst of zhenqi, Chu Yang was a transformation master after all, and it was a dimensionality reduction attack.
He could sense that the man in black was definitely as powerful as a pinnacle little grandmaster. Even Dong Heihu, the strongest person beside Zhong Zhanguo, was no match for the man in black.
At this time, Zhong Ling had not yet recovered, his eyes were dull, and his body was still shaking, as if he had lost his soul.
Just when Chu Yang wanted to step forward to comfort him, Song Mingyang suddenly ran over.
Song Mingyang went to the bathroom just now. As soon as he put on his pants, he heard Zhong Ling's cry for help. He immediately guessed that it was an assassin. After all, Zhong Zhanguo held a high position and being assassinated was nothing new.
He immediately thought that if he could achieve great success, he would be able to gain Zhong Zhanguo's trust.
So he identified the location through the sound, hurriedly moved towards the direction of the sound in the dark night, exerted his inner strength, and then ran over.
Song Mingyang looked at the man in black lying on the ground. He was an unfamiliar face. He was lying on his back, as if his throat had been cut by a blast of air, and he had died.
However, Song Mingyang just tried to use a burst of internal energy, which could at most seriously injure the enemy. It is still extremely difficult to accurately cut off the throat.
Who did it?
Are there other masters in this Sihai Mansion?
Song Mingyang couldn't help but wonder.
"Ling'er, it's okay, Ling'er, the killer is dead." Song Mingyang comforted him.
When Zhong Ling saw Song Mingyang, it was like seeing a savior.
"Brother Mingyang, thank you for saving me. I was scared to death just now." Zhong Ling said while sobbing, crying so hard.
Hearing this, Song Mingyang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Did I save you?"
