He was about twenty years old, he was dressed in a white robe, his hair was silver, and the staff in his hand was also silver.

Under the silver hair, the slender peach blossom eyes rippled with a hint of mockery.

Behind him, dozens of people in crescent white gowns fell into the wind and stood behind the man.

Hao Qingyou stepped back subconsciously and walked to one side.

Knowing that she moved, several of them in white gowns also moved, blocking the way in minutes.

"Are you from the mercenary union?"

"What are you doing?!"

Hao Qingyou backed away alert.

"What are you doing? Let me take a message!"

"What message?!"

The silver-haired man picked out a smile from the corner of his lips: "A message to the ghost!!"

Hao Qingyou's eyebrows clustered: "What?"

Before the words fell, a tingling pain suddenly came from the lower abdomen.

"puff!"

Blood spattered.

The staff in the hands of the silver-haired man runs through her lower abdomen.

"Snapped!"

The baggage in your hands falls!

"you"

The silver-haired man leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

"If you can still see the ghost alive, just tell him a word, you...just the beginning!"

The rod was pulled out fiercely, bringing out a mass of flesh and blood.

Hao Qingyou screamed and fell to the ground, convulsing all over.

The silver-haired man licked the blood from the stick with the tip of his tongue, then slowly turned and left.

In the mercenary union, Feng Chenglin was still pestering Ling Luoyu to question outside affairs.

Qu Si almost stumbled in.

"Fat man..."

Feng Chenglin shook his head impatiently: "What's wrong? This time, she's still a pretty girl?!"

Qu Si's face was pale: "Yes...Yes..."

Feng Chenglin's heart of joking disappeared instantly: "What is it? Isn't she lightly...what's wrong?"

"Miss Hao has an accident..."

Not waiting for Qu Si to finish, Feng Chenglin's figure rushed out.

When Hao Qingyou, covered in blood, fell into his eyes, Feng Chenglin's legs instantly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

"Quietly..."

He climbed out with his hands and feet together, his eyes scattered and panic, not knowing how to start.

"Quietly..."

"Don't touch her!"

Ling Luoyu's wrist sank sharply and stopped Feng Chenglin.

"Qu Si, take him aside!"

The mercenaries who came after cleared the surrounding half of the street, put up a wall, and protected Hao Qingyou in the middle.

Qu Si wanted to drag Feng Chenglin to one side, but he was pushed aside.

"Do not touch me"

He roared and rushed towards Hao Qingyou, but was hugged tightly by Qu Si.

"Fat man, calm down!"

Ling Luoyu flipped his fingertips and flicked towards Feng Chenglin's abdomen.

"To shut up!"

Feng Chenglin was in pain, the whole pain shrank into a ball, but in an instant he collapsed and cried.

"Qingyou... Third Young Master, you must save her! You must save her..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes were dark, and his fingertips lightly probed Hao Qingyou's wrist, and the chaotic essence spread into his body.

As soon as she passed her lower abdomen, Ling Luoyu's eyes trembled fiercely, staring at Feng Chenglin suddenly.

At that moment, Feng Chenglin saw the tears streaming through her eyes, and the pain of breathing stopped for an instant.

"Three Masters..."

With tears in his eyes, he looked at Hao Qingyou in disbelief.

"She... how is she?!"

"Fatty, sorry..."

Feng Chenglin seemed to collapse, and his whole body was limp.

Ling Luoyu's lips opened slightly, and after a long time, he whispered: "Fatty, I'm sorry...I can save Qingyou, but..."

Feng Chenglin's eyes lit up suddenly, but at the same time he didn't understand what she was there.

"Three young masters, you said, what you need, I will find a way to get it for you, as long as I can save Qingyou..."

"Fatty, I can save Qingyou... but I can't save the child... I'm sorry..."