Chapter 1876 686: The Meeting Date (2)

He examined up and down for quite a while, confirming that there was really nothing wrong with this corpse.

The man was indeed dead.

"What on earth is going on?"

Su Mo frowning with locked brows:

"Could it be that First Shock discovered Dongmen Yong's betrayal?"

"So he killed him... and then told others that he died of natural causes?"

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Jiang Lan suddenly lean towards Dongmen Yong's corpse, glanced at the piece of jade in his mouth, and gently shook his head:

"How could he stuff Cold Jade into his mouth to seemingly obscure the rot?"

"To prevent... the corpse from rotting."

Su Mo glanced at Jiang Lan, nodded slightly, and with a hand reaching out, the Cold Jade instantly flew into Su Mo's hand.

Jiang Lan stared at Su Mo:

"What are you suspecting?"

"No matter what it is, generally speaking, they didn't want him to die just like that."

Just as he was about to strike the corpse with another blow.

Suddenly his heart moved:

"Who is there?"

In a flash, the shadow of bamboo swayed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Su Mo's heart skipped a beat, he swiftly struck Dongmen Yong's head and then leaped out, chasing after the person.

Jiang Lan was dumbstruck:

"What about me, what do I do now?"

This is in the deep clouds, where they are digging graves in the dead of night.

If someone noticed it, Su Mo even whipped the corpse...

In this kind of situation, even if he were found, having a hundred mouths wouldn't help him explain.

They would definitely beat him to death first.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan immediately pushed the coffin back into the muddy pit.

Just as he was about to cover the coffin lid, suddenly a hand grabbed Jiang Lan's wrist.

Jiang Lan's heart turned cold, and he stiffly turned his neck.

This hand, surprisingly, was reaching out from inside the coffin.

The hand was like an iron clamp, chilling to the bone.

Following the motion, Jiang Lan saw Dongmen Yong's head, which Su Mo had smashed, open its eyes, and a pair of blood-red pupils locked onto him, grinning:

"It hurts so much…"

Dongmen Yong was indeed not dead!!

Jiang Lan suddenly realized.

Immediately, he tried to turn his Inner Strength to break free from his grip.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the force was applied, it was like a mud bull entering the sea.

No ripples at all.

His heart sank, and he opened his mouth to shout.

Yet before he could make a sound, Dongmen Yong's other hand had already reached out from the coffin, covering Jiang Lan's mouth, and this old man grinned, the bones in his head making a crunching noise:

"I spent a lot of effort faking my death to escape.

"How can I let you ruin my plans?

"Since you found out, you can take my place and stay in this coffin for a while."

Saying that, he flipped over, pressing Jiang Lan into the coffin.

Poor Jiang Lan, with all his martial arts, couldn't display even a single technique in front of this old man.

His entire body kept spasming, his Inner Strength circulating madly.

Earlier, he truly had an unexpected encounter.

He obtained from an elder of the Imperial Dao the lifelong refined Inner Strength.

However, Dongmen Yong's martial arts far exceeded his imagination.

His entire Inner Strength couldn't do anything against him.

In this tussle, something fell out from Jiang Lan's pocket.

Dongmen Yong glanced down, furrowed his brow, suddenly looking into the dark with a face that was hard to discern.

In the next moment, Jiang Lan felt an irresistible force explode outward.

Instantly, every bone in his body issued a crackling sound.

At this point, Dongmen Yong withdrew his hands, coldly asking:

"Where did this box come from?

"Did he see it?"

"Of course he saw it, are you afraid?"

Jiang Lan murmured, still with stubbornness in his voice.

Dongmen Yong hearing this, smiled:

"Dare to deceive me? Do you know what these two words mean?"

"..."

Jiang Lan was speechless.

"You can't even understand, yet still ask if I'm afraid?"

Dongmen Yong chuckled:

"These two words are actually very simple… Let me tell you…"

He leaned to Jiang Lan's ear, whispering softly.

Jiang Lan looked puzzled:

"Sustain…"

As he spoke, Dongmen Yong's palm landed on his forehead.

In an instant, confusion turned into emptiness.

Jiang Lan's eyes lost all their luster.

Died on the spot.

At this moment, Dongmen Yong picked up the box, hesitated for a long time, then surprisingly put it back on Jiang Lan's body.

He then covered the coffin, turned around, and walked into the dark.

A few steps later, he was nowhere to be seen.

After less than one pot of tea's time, someone came swiftly, halting their steps, it was Su Mo.

He frowned in perplexity.

The person lurking knew everything about the Jinglong Association's arrangements inside and out.

The deep clouds shrouded the area, heavily affecting his ability to track.

Moreover, this opponent was quite extraordinary, confounded by an unexpected situation, made him lose focus.

In the end, he still let him escape…

But, this person had left a trace when he was about to make sure Dongmen Yong was dead.

It showed that this person was very worried about what he intended to do.

Thinking of this, he looked around but found no trace of Jiang Lan, and upon turning back, the coffin lid was already on.

He couldn't help but be slightly stunned, then with a sweep of his sleeve, there was a whoosh sound.

The coffin lid flew open, and Jiang Lan lay inside, seven apertures bleeding, dead on the spot.

Dongmen Yong's body was nowhere to be found either.

Su Mo stood silently beside the coffin, observing for a moment, then looked at his chest.

His garment opened to reveal the corner of the box, looking particularly conspicuous.