This Lao Qi seems to be older than Guan Shan, and he can still walk so fast, so he must not be an ordinary person.

Lao Qi walked to Guan Shanle and forced a smile towards Cai Gen to express his goodwill.

Then, in his hoarse voice, he said urgently.

"Now that we've agreed, let's leave quickly.

The plane is ready, it will be too late if we don't leave."

Oops, it’s still a quick job.

Cai Gen was originally very anxious to arrange funeral arrangements, but he met someone who was even more anxious than him.

He kept his smoking posture without moving, but looked at Guan Shanle.

When Guan Shanle saw the situation was cold, he quickly smoothed things over and came to a rescue.

"Ah, Cai Gen, this is my old friend, I have known him for more than 100 years.

His name is Qi Mingpu, he is also an old Xianggener, and he is an insider.

You have seen Qi Jia's eldest son on top of Taiqing Valley. He really forgets things."

The eight great shaman families, the master of the Qi Jia clan?

Cai Gen immediately understood what was going on.

Stop talking quickly, you must stop it.

"At this juncture, I don't want your artifact anymore.

If anything happens, we'll talk about it after I get home.

Xiaosun, have you finished cleaning up?

Ah Zhu, is the plane contact ready?

Xiong, help me up, let’s go..."

Cai Gen was a little anxious and wanted to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

Suddenly he got up violently, his vision went dark, he fell down on his back and died.
Chapter completed!