"Where are you going?"

The tailor was taken aback.

"To heaven... to find my godfather."

Jiao Qingyuan said with a cold face.

"What... Fourth Brother, you... don't think like that."

The tailor's face turned pale.

"Are you coming along? It's nice to have company on the way."

Jiao Qingyuan asked again.

"Do I have a choice?"

The tailor plopped down on the chair.

Though life was not affluent, he didn't actually want to die.

Life on earth is so beautiful.

A day's earnings were enough for some barbecue, and occasionally, he could play a round of mahjong.

Who wants to die!

"Yes.

"You can choose to be slapped to death or pinched to death."

Jiao Qingyuan held a briefcase, like a demon from hell in the dimly lit room.

...

No one would have thought a murder would occur in a small tailor shop.

Jiao Qingyuan had already reached the West City Mausoleum.

In less than five minutes, the blood moths from the air sink stones would be released in sufficient numbers.

The plan was going smoothly.

Jiao Qingyuan arrived at the mausoleum's entrance, and the guards at the door greeted him with smiles.

"General Jiao, you're back again."

They were familiar with Jiao Qingyuan.

Every time he returned from the wetland, Jiao Qingyuan would stay there for an entire day.

"Hmm, thanks for your hard work."

Jiao Qingyuan, still in ordinary clothes, mentioned.

"General Jiao, you are the pillar of the human race, we hardly work hard."

The guard nodded.

Jiao Qingyuan stepped into the mausoleum.

It was cold.

A bone-chilling cold that pierced into one's bones.

The mausoleum was empty, cold and deserted.

The visitors, perhaps due to the cold, had left.

Jiao Qingyuan observed around.

Indeed, a red mist floated above the names of each heroic soul, which should be the blood moths.

It's funny to say, Jiao Qingyuan had never actually seen a blood moth.

At the mine with the air sink stone, he simply threw it out and left.

The same goes here.

It doesn't matter, as long as it succeeds.

In five minutes, the huge mausoleum would become ruins.

Heroes of the human race!

It's simply laughable.

A bunch of executioners.

Crack!

Jiao Qingyuan kicked a slab to block the door tightly.

He meticulously and unhurriedly changed into the clothes from the tailor shop.

It was solemn, almost ceremonial.

This was a robe, of excellent quality, but due to its design, it looked extremely sinister. On the chest of the robe, a 'Four' was embroidered!

It was just Jiao Qingyuan's ranking.

After killing the tailor, all those orphans, those brothers and sisters from that year, were truly dead.

"I've killed Su Qingfeng's son.

"I've also killed some of Su Qingfeng's lackeys.

"My wife, my child, if you are still in the underworld, remember to find their souls, torture them fiercely, and make sure they find no peace in their souls."

Jiao Qingyuan sat on a stool, murmuring to himself, which had long been his habit.

"Father, your children can all go to the underworld to accompany you, we are still a reunited family."

Jiao Qingyuan clasped his hands together devoutly, as if praying for something.

He recalled the happiest times.

"The source minefield in the second battlefield has now collapsed.

"Unfortunately, I didn't get to see the embarrassed look of Yan Chenyun, or see Su Qingfeng's miserable state before dying.

"That's the only regret."

Jiao Qingyuan added.

His words were filled with disappointment.

...

Pa!

...

However.

At this moment, a small stone rolled to Jiao Qingyuan's feet.

Swish!

Then, a light curtain was opened, illuminating the darkness before Jiao Qingyuan.

Inside, it was the scene of Su Qingfeng wreaking havoc in Dianshi City.

Stomping on the shadowed clouds, wielding a world-shaking blade, splitting an entire city in half.

In the light screen, Su Qingfeng hugged Su Yue, laughing happily.

With a casual swing of his blade, he slaughtered a vulture beast.

Su Qingfeng was still full of spirit; besides his power growing stronger, he remained as carefree and unrestrained as always.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Due to his extreme nervousness, Jiao Qingyuan's foot trembled incessantly, rhythmically tapping against the ground.

Why is this happening?

Why?

Why is Su Yue, that little bastard, not dead?

Why is the Eagle Claw from Cangyuan Sixth Camp still alive?

Moreover, why is Su Qingfeng in Dianshi City?

Where did this footage come from?

Everything he did was fake.

Fake!

Fabricated.

Jiao Qingyuan was on the brink of madness, feeling as if someone was playing a cruel trick on him.

"General Jiao, sorry to say.

"You didn't kill me.

"Similarly, you didn't succeed in killing the people from Cangyuan Sixth Camp.

"Moreover, your years of scheming only helped the Yan Gui Corps in sweeping out an alien race, and the source minefield you longed for remained intact. You probably don't know that the corpse of the Poison Bee can suppress those blood moths and easily ruin your plot.

"Your actions are almost like that of a jumping clown... nothing more.

"By the way, we killed the Yangxiang Race secret agent who had been in contact with you for a long time in the tunnel; Major General Wang Anhu took the Yangxiang Race's spirit medicine and finally broke through to Grandmaster.

"In the future, he can succeed you and continue to suppress the source stone.

"Blessing in disguise, we owe you thanks."

At this moment, Su Yue stepped slowly out of the shadows.

He stared at Jiao Qingyuan, his pupils filled mostly with reluctance.

Recalling the first time he met Jiao Qingyuan, the memories were still vivid. He couldn't believe that the man who once sacrificed everything for the human race could equate with the madman before him.

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