"Uncle Da, is that really you? I've had such a hard time finding you!"
Chen Feng suddenly rushed forward, pushing aside the man in the black Tang suit and embraced the middle-aged man with excitement.
The man dressed in the black Tang suit was just about to use ghost techniques on Weii Yushuang's father to make him die suddenly within a short period of time. If the victim himself died, who would then come forward to make a fuss?
Unexpectedly, a young man pushed his way out inadvertently, shoving him aside and greeted the deceased's father enthusiastically.
"To think that this young man truly knew the dead girl's father?"
Zhou Yishan had no choice but to withdraw his spirit technique, glancing at Chen Feng as though memorizing his face, and then he walked away.
"You are... young man, I'm not Uncle Da. You must have the wrong person,"
Weii Tianhou saw Chen Feng's unfamiliar face; he definitely didn't know this young man—he must have mistaken him for someone else.
