In the study, Xu Jingzhe looked somewhat panicked and whispered, "I didn't do it myself, but I watched him go, his head was completely cut off."
Xu Zhiyuan's face color improved, he nodded slowly, "If a word of this gets out, you and I are both dead men. Go back and rest well. With this matter settled, we will have half of the resources we need for our ascension to Dharma Image."
"Father, the soup should be drunk while it's hot..."
"You actually still care," said Xu Zhiyuan, drinking a sip of the soup. Just as he was about to take a second sip, his face paled suddenly, and two streams of exceptionally bright red blood flowed from his nose!
He wiped his nose with his hand only to find it covered in blood, and the bleeding wouldn't stop, it was getting faster.
Xu Zhiyuan froze, then it dawned on him, he hissed, "Poison in the soup?!"
