Not only were the other party's men here, but Li Yan's men were also here.
The two groups met on the mountain behind the villa. Without a word, Li Yan's men started fighting.
Chu Luo and Li Yan didn't go out. The two of them stood in the courtyard and waited for a while before a middle-aged man in his forties jumped down from the wall.
When he saw Shen Qingyun lying in the courtyard, his expression changed instantly. He quickly walked over and shook him. "Qingyun, Qingyun."
Shen Qingyun's body spasmed and stopped moving in the next second.
He's dead.
"Qingyun!"
The middle-aged man looked pained before abruptly looking at Li Yan with a dark gaze. "You killed my junior brother?"
After saying that, he quickly took out a flute and blew on it.
Chu Luo quickly took out a talisman and handed it to Li Yan. "Yan, step back a little. There's something on this person's flute."
