"There's no way to find out. They're guarding it tightly and won't let anyone get close." Leng Hua said this, and as soon as he finished speaking, he heard an angry voice coming from outside.
"Is it you? Just because my sister bumped into you yesterday, you want to do this to me? You are so cruel! Why don't you kill us too!"
Hearing the angry voices outside, Feng Jiu raised her brows and stood up, saying, "Let's go! Go out and take a look."
Seeing that she was obviously curious about this matter, Leng Hua and Leng Shuang looked at each other and followed her out.
At this time, a man outside was cursing at Du Fan. If he hadn't been held back by two guards, he would have probably come forward to attack him. However, Du Fan just stared at the man with a smile on his face, fanning himself with the fan in his hand.
If his master had not told him not to cause trouble in the village, he would have wanted to kick this man out just for daring to point at his nose and curse at him.
"Master." Du Fan caught a glimpse of his master coming out and quickly put away the fan in his hand and took a step back.
The man who was cursing saw a beautiful woman in red clothes coming out. He suddenly stopped cursing and his face turned red.
At this moment, the middle-aged man also rushed over because of the noise. When he learned that his son had run to those people and cursed them, his heart sank suddenly.
He had already lost a daughter, and didn't want anything to happen to his son again.
"Yier! Is this how your father taught you? Why don't you apologize to everyone?" The middle-aged man shouted in a calm voice. After just one morning, he looked haggard and tired.
"Father, there is no one else in this village. If it wasn't them, who else could it be?" The man turned his neck high and refused to apologize. He felt that it was them who did it. Apart from them, the village was full of ordinary people. How could they have killed his sister!
Although the middle-aged man was grief-stricken over the loss of his daughter, he did not lose his mind after all. The strength of these people was unfathomable, and each of them had an extraordinary demeanor. Even though he had doubts, he did not dare to jump to conclusions without evidence.
"Did you see that we did it?" Du Fan stared at the man with a smile, "Or is it just your guess? There is no one else here, so apart from you, it must be us who did it? What kind of perverted logic is this?"
His voice paused and he snorted: "If we wanted to kill you, there would be no need to go through so much trouble." As he spoke, a powerful pressure came out, and the man suddenly knelt down with a thud.
“Hiss!”
There were mud, sand and stones on the ground. The man knelt down suddenly and his knees hit the sand and stones. He let out a low cry and gasped.
"Sir, please show mercy. The boy was too reckless." The middle-aged man pleaded quickly.
As soon as Feng Jiu raised her hand, Du Fan withdrew his pressure and retreated. The man only felt the pressure on him being withdrawn instantly. He couldn't help but gasp, his face turned pale, and cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.
Too powerful! The pressure left him powerless to resist. Who were these people