Liu Shan was not afraid at all, he was very arrogant and slapped Jiang Heng's face with his right hand:

"What's wrong? What kind of look is this? I'm so scared!"

"I know, are you eager to kill me now?"

"Come on, I will stand here and kill you, come on?"

As he spoke, Liu Shan actually took out a dagger from his waist and stuffed it directly into Jiang Heng's hand.

He also put his neck on Jiang Heng’s face——

Extremely arrogant!

"Come on, chop here, do you dare?"

"Do you dare to attack me? If you dare to attack me, you and your sister will die! Hahaha!"

"They say you are brave and courageous, but that's all. If I give you a chance, you'll be useless!"

"Who dares to kill me in this handyman area?!"

"Ha ha……"

"I dare to kill you!!"

Before he could finish laughing, Jiang Heng suddenly burst into laughter!

Phew~!

Suddenly a cold light flashed across and blood spurted out.

Liu Shan's watermelon-sized head fell to the ground in an instant, and the eyes on his head were wide open, full of shock, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

Liu Shan, I will never die with my eyes in peace!

Jiang Heng's face was calm.

He stepped on Liu Shan's head.

"You asked for it, Mr. Butler."

After kicking Liu Shan's head open, Jiang Heng fumbled around his waist for a moment and found his own Soul-Eating Grass.

Yue'er is saved now!

A rare joy appeared on Jiang Heng's face.

Immediately, his face became serious again.

If you kill the deacon, according to the sect's rules, you will definitely die!

But he can't care so much at this time. As long as he can save his sister and watch her wake up, it's all worth it!

Jiang Heng turned around and left, his eyes full of coldness.

"A great monk at the fifth level of body tempering, bullshit!"

Jiang Heng rushed back to the small shabby house at the foot of the mountain, and tremblingly gave his sister the Soul-Eating Grass in his hand.

After a while, Jiang Yue, who had been unconscious for several days, slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Jiang Heng with blood on his face, she gently stretched out her hand, wanting to touch him.

"Brother...brother...blood..."

"Don't be afraid, sister, it's okay, brother will take you out of here." Jiang Heng hugged his sister tightly.

"Brother, I will take you away and won't let anyone hurt you!"

"Hmm... um... together..." Jiang Yue's intermittent words were like a knife, piercing deeply into Jiang Heng's heart.

Can I survive this disaster this time?

"I'm terminally ill. I'm afraid this herb is useless!" Suddenly, a disembodied voice floated from a distance, as if the man was watching Jiang Heng from the sky.

Jiang Heng's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly raised his head.

I saw an old man wearing a white robe, with white hair and a childish face, like a ghost, coming from the distant sky in an instant, and stepped into the room in one step.

He glanced at Jiang Yue who was lying on the bed and sighed: "The soul-eating grass can only temporarily suppress the disease."

"You...do you have any idea?" Jiang Heng was stunned for a moment and immediately saluted, "Senior, please save my sister."

"You can save her, but you have to help me do something!" the old man said in a deep voice.

"As long as the senior can save her life, even if the disciple is cut into pieces, the disciple will never refuse!"

"Then...then I ask you..." The old man looked slightly strange.

"Senior, please ask!"
Chapter completed!