Chapter three hundred and two, home court

Qin Long looked at the side of kneeling on the ground, look of fear, full of blood hands covered with neck was a blood mark of the old, expressionless, cold eyes, like a killer without emotion.

He thought the old man's strength is how strong, the state and he is almost the same, even less powerful than the three zhangs death row.

I thought it might be someone from the changs, but it looks like it's just another one of the changs.

Qin Long was very precise. He didn't kill the old man directly, but the old man kept bleeding from his neck. The old man's eyes widened. He could feel the blood in his body flowing out with the wounds on his neck, i could feel death closing in on him.

But if you don't make it to ten, the old man bleeds to death.

"Why... didn't you... just... kill me? "

The old man kept the last wisp of consciousness, turned hard to be full of bloodshot eyes to look at Qin Long, indissoluble ask a way.

"How can you die so quickly? I have a few more questions for you. "

Said Qin long, staring dryly at the old man.

"I. . . Won't tell. Kill me! "

The old man used his last breath of strength, his eyes stood out, and he wanted to speak as hard as he could, so that the blood would run out and he would die.

He didn't know what Qin long was going to do to him next, and his intuition told him that it must have been very painful.

He had never wanted death so much before, but now it was too much for him.

"I will kill you in a way that will please me very much, and I will deal with you in the cruelest way I can with an old wretch like you! "

Qin Long walked to the old man's body, the right hand condenses a layer of purple light, gathers in the old man's eyes.

Zhang Jialao facial expression is extremely frightened, he does not know this round of purple light is what strength, but let his body instinct violent shiver, accelerated the speed of blood flow.

It was as if the body were shaking to tell him that this force was man's natural enemy, a force that could not be resisted under any circumstances, and that he could only wait to die.

"What do you, what do you want? "

The old man was so nervous that he began to talk fluently, and the fear in his eyes seemed to spill over.

"Ever heard of soul searching? " Qin Long's harmless grin was full of playful color.

"No... No! "

As an old man of the Zhang family, he knows a lot of things, how can not know what soul searching represents, it is a kind of more painful than death torture.

In addition to suffering, the main thing is to be able to search out all the memories of the soul searcher, this period of suffering is indescribable.

The old man fell to the ground in fear, and then a smell of urine filled the room, the old crotch of a wet yellow, yellow liquid out of a pool, scared even out of the urine.

Qin Long like the devil walked to the body of Zhang Jialao, closed a breath, his left hand with spiritual power to control him, kneeling on the ground.

Bang!

Under the old man's desperate eyes, Qin long's right hand without hesitation patted on the top of the old man's head, the purple light seeped into his mind.

See the old man's facial expression a stagnancy, the pupil quickly gray, lost the color of life, clutching the neck of the hands are also powerless at the sides of the body, into a puppet, the body in the faint twitch.

After three breaths, the old man's whole face turned purple-black and his skin cracked like a bottle of China about to break.

Qin Long Arm light one earthquake, the body of the old is to be in pieces, turn into a burst of smoke and dust to scatter.

The Qin long facial expression is apathetic, close eyes to digest the memory that gets from old man brain, will a few useless memory clear away, left useful information.

The most useful information, is that long Xiaoxiao their place of confinement, in the upper level.

And the Group of people on the upper floor, that is, the people of the main stadium this time, Zhang Xuanqi and some young people he did not know were all there.

What Zhang Xuanqi was doing on the upper floor, as the old man in the Zhang Household as an old servant, was unknown, but he knew how to get to the upper floor.

Or maybe Zhang Xuanqi already knows what's going on here, and he doesn't believe the other side isn't spying on him.

Like the old man watching his own cage fight the zhangs'death row.

The access to the upper level is in this chamber.

Qin Long went to the iron wall on the left side, seemingly smooth and even black iron wall, Qin long found a different thing, that is, the iron wall is actually composed of many pieces of iron.

In front of him, there is a hidden door.

Qin Long reached out to touch the iron wall gently to the inside of a dark, click a sound, a rectangular iron door to the inside depression, and to the depths of the rapid retreat, also empty out a channel.

Into the narrow passage, no waste of time, to quickly retreat to the depths of the iron gate.

After a good two hundred feet away, the steel door of the retreat did not reach its end, and others might well have wondered if it was a trap.

Qin Long face expressionless, continue to go forward, because the end point is not far ahead.

Knock!

A burst of impact sound, the iron door and then back to the end of fifty feet, and then the iron door to the left to move, after convenient presents a very wide restaurant.

Qin Long out of the channel, came to the extremely prosperous two-story restaurant, brightly lit, wine table, floor, ceiling and so are inlaid with gold, revealing the incomparable meaning of dignity.

The two-storey restaurant is ten feet wide and ten feet high. The first floor is a public bar, filled with about thirty tables and receptions, but there is no one at the moment.

As for the second floor Wang Yan see is all box, Qin long after a glance, eyes stay straight ahead to the second floor ladder has opened the door of the box.

Qin Long went to the second floor, when he came to the door of the box to the inside of a look, look suddenly a Rin, eyes burst out of endless killing and cold light.

In the middle of the huge box, long Xiaoxiao and Chu Hongfeng were tied with their hands to a chandelier on the ceiling. Their hands were tied by a spiritual device that limited the monks'ability to practice and move.

Chu hung-feng was hit all over his body is wounded, the most fatal wound in his left neck, do not know is to be what creature bite down directly tear out a piece of flesh.

I do not know is an accident or hold very accurate, but simply bite out of the flesh, not to the main artery to bite, but exposed in the outside.

Chu hung-feng only remained the last breath, the injury was too serious, if he was not physically strong, would have died hundreds of times.

Long Xiaoxiao she is not hurt, but her face very pale, soul perception found that her consciousness is controlled by a spirit of power, at any time will let long Xiaoxiao soul annihilation.

As for snow-kun's whereabouts,.

Qin Long endure the killing in the heart, when he wants to put two people down, outside spread the cool leisurely voice: "If I were you, I wouldn't do that. "

Qin Long stopped his hand, went outside to the first floor, found thirty Zhuo banquet center, standing a very handsome young man, all over the body revealed the noble atmosphere of the superior.

In particular, the youth and Zhang Tianxing look alike!