"What... what exactly is going on?" Ying Xiao was shivering all over.
The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.
As for the pot of fish soup, without Huang Xiaolong dissuading them, his family members would have certainly ingested it. Even if they hadn't all died from the poison, the death of a few would have been a tremendous blow to Ying Xiao.
At the same time, a profound feeling of coldness welled up within him — Ying Aoshan had been repeatedly poisoned. Ying Aotian was injured, his martial arts skills destroyed.
Now, they nearly consumed poisoned soup...
All these things were targeted at Ying Xiao's line, witchcraft tricks that were difficult to guard against!
"Was it my Elder Brother Ying Chong? Has he resorted to any means necessary to usurp power?" Veins bulged on Ying Xiao's forehead.
Just at this moment!
Splosh! Splosh! Splosh!
Water splashed everywhere.
