The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Yan Chuan just stood quietly beside the corpse, watching the blood gushing out from the guard's neck, quickly staining the ground red. Then, he stepped on the guard twice.

The corpse under his feet was trampled and twisted like a tattered cloth bag, and blood splattered on the corners of his clothes without him noticing.

He had no intention of killing anyone, but when he heard that it was this man who had handed his biological mother over to Xu Shijie, he couldn't help himself.

What's more, he knew this guy and had bullied him many times in the past, and even coveted him. If his cultivation level was not higher than his, he would have been defiled by this damned homosexual, right?

Thinking of this, Yan Chuan felt a strong hatred in his heart. The guard's death was not unjust.

But Yingxue must never know about this.

Hearing a bang from outside the door, Xu Shijie hurriedly asked loudly: "Zhu Feng, what's going on?"

However, he asked several times in a row, but no one responded.

Just when Xu Shijie was getting impatient and was about to come out to check the situation, the door was pushed open with a creaking sound.

A man wearing a mask and black clothes walked in.

Xu Shijie saw this and felt something was wrong. Although the person in front of him was wearing a mask, he knew at first glance that he had bad intentions.

He quickly raised his voice and shouted the guard's name: "Zhu Feng! Zhu Feng!"

Yan Chuan slowly walked into the room, his low voice sweeping across like a cold wind: "Stop shouting, he's dead."

Xu Shijie was stunned for a moment. In that moment of daze, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes. Then his face changed drastically. He turned his head nervously and looked around. He changed his words and said, "Someone come! Someone come! There is an assassin in the mansion! Quick! Come and save me!"

However, Yan Chuan still said calmly: "Don't struggle, the other servants and guards have fainted, no one can save you."

Xu Shijie's heart sank suddenly, his hands and feet trembled involuntarily a few times, and then he retreated step by step behind him.

Just as he fell onto the bed, he suddenly realized: "I know! You are here to save this fisherwoman, right?"

After saying this, he suddenly sat up from the bed, and hurriedly reached out to remove the cloth from the fisherwoman's mouth and the rope from her wrists, to show his sincerity: "I will let her go, I will let her go right now. You can take her away without worry, I will never report her to the police."

"Who said I want him? I came here just to take you away."

After saying that, Yan Chuan stepped forward quickly. He first tore off the talisman on the fisher girl's body, then picked up the rope that Xu Shijie had just removed from the fisher girl, injected spiritual power into it, and then waved it lightly. The ordinary rope suddenly automatically wrapped around Xu Shijie's hands like a magic weapon.

Xu Shijie looked at his bound hands in shock, his face instantly turning pale. He instinctively struggled a few times, but the rope was like a growing vine, trapping him tightly, and any struggle was in vain.

Seeing this, the fisherwoman said thank you in a bewildered manner.

Yan Chuan nodded slightly at her: "Don't thank me, it's just a matter of convenience. Let's go quickly and pretend that what happened tonight has never happened."

The fisherwoman nodded, pulled the loose clothes on her shoulders, and ran out of the house.

In an instant, only Yan Chuan and Xu Shijie were left in the room.

Xu Shijie swallowed and pretended to be calm, "Who are you? What do you want? Money? Power? I can give you both. If you have anything, we can discuss it..."

"Let's discuss it properly?" Yan Chuan sneered, "Xu Shijie, you still haven't recognized my voice?"

After saying that, Yan Chuan took off his mask.

Xu Shijie stared at the handsome face under the mask and was stunned. The astonishment in his eyes gradually turned into disbelief and shock: "Yan Chuan!? You're not dead!?"

After saying this, he immediately put on a fatherly look and said, "Do you know how long I was heartbroken because I thought you were dead? Thank God, you're still alive."

Seeing this, Yan Chuan smiled, his eyebrows curved, and his dimples were visible.

"Have you finished pretending? I heard everything you just said to Zhufeng clearly. Why are you pretending to be a kind father?"

Xu Shijie's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes instantly changed from the false concern to a subtle panic and fear. "What are you talking about... I don't understand... You should loosen the rope on me first. There is no overnight hatred between father and son, right?"

Yan Chuan snorted coldly, the coldness in his eyes becoming sharper. He looked down at Xu Shijie in front of him and said, "Why didn't I realize you were so shameless before? You're so hypocritical that it's disgusting."

Xu Shijie's brows knitted together instantly, a hint of displeasure flashing across his eyes: "Enough! After all, I am your biological father! If it weren't for me, do you think you could be born into this world?! I gave you your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Chuan grabbed Xu Shijie's throat and said, "Stop being so hypocritical. It was my mother who carried me for ten months and gave birth to me. What did you give her? You let them bully and torture me. You ignored me and even wanted to take my spiritual roots and kill me. Ask yourself, what have you given me?!"

Xu Shijie never expected that his cynical and dissolute son would be so chilling beneath his appearance.

Yan Chuan increased the strength of his hands, and Mo Shen's pupils suddenly narrowed: "By the way, weren't you still thinking about my mother just now? Why don't I take you to see her now."

Xu Shijie's eyes widened instantly, and he gasped rapidly in his throat. He tried to break free, but found that he could not move.

Yan Chuan's fingers gripped his throat tightly like an iron clamp, and the force increased. Xu Shijie felt that his breathing became increasingly difficult, and his chest seemed to be pressed down by a heavy stone.

His throat was strangled so tightly that he could hardly make a sound. He could only open his mouth with difficulty and struggle to ask, "What...what do you mean?"

"Go and apologize to her."

After saying this, Yan Chuan bit his finger, pulled out the talisman the Elf King had given him, and activated it with his blood. Suddenly, the talisman began to vibrate violently, emitting a dazzling golden light that illuminated the entire room like daylight.

Xu Shijie felt dizzy and the scene in front of him quickly distorted. Before he could react, he was already on the transmission platform of Simon Island.

Yan Chuan suddenly loosened his grip, and Xu Shijie's body, losing its support, tilted violently, and with a thud, he fell heavily onto the cold, hard stone slab of the transmission platform. His knees slammed hard against the solid stone surface, making a crisp sound, followed by a sharp gasp.

After all, he was in his forties or fifties, and Xu Shijie could not withstand such torture. He took a long time to gasp for air before he recovered.

When he came to his senses, Xu Shijie was stunned by the surrounding scenery, the tall stone pillars, and the floating runes.

"Where is this!?"