After Signing in for Fifty Years, I Became a Blood Clan Boss

　　"Hahahaha! Laugh, keep laughing!"

　　"Are you dumbfounded? Our ancestors are living well!"

　　"Can't you laugh? Didn't you laugh happily just now?"

　　After calming down the excitement and shock in their hearts, the members of the Cape clan suddenly all turned their attention to Arnold and his party, all kinds of ridicule, ridicule, ridicule... they threw them over their heads.

　　"You...you are still alive!"

　　Arnold's face was pale, his heart was split with fear, his eyes were full of fear, he let out a hysterical roar, "Impossible! If you are still alive, why don't you participate in the war with Orc 743? Why didn't you treat Mo for so long? Faith? Why did it appear at this time? It's fake, it's all fake! It's impossible!"

　　The kid has been frightened insane and started talking nonsense.

　　Not only him, but the other counts were so frightened that their trousers were wet, and their bodies were shaking like chaff.

　　But in fact, the "William Cape" in front of everyone is really fake!

　　Fang Qingyan used the Qianji mask to look like the ancestor of the Cape clan. In this way, after this shot, he could use his original identity and continue to live a quiet and low-key life.

　　"The old man just took a nap. I was startled, and I already smelled the smell of fear coming from you."

　　The old ancestor chuckled lightly and said lightly, "Okay, since you have been reluctant to choose a method of death, then I will help you choose."

　　Fang Qingyan didn't do it as soon as he came up, he just wanted to use mind reading to check their memory.

　　He already knew everything he wanted to know.

　　There is no need to deal with such ants ink marks.

　　Snapped!

　　He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

　　bang bang bang bang-

　　In an instant, the bodies of a group of people exploded and shattered into countless pieces. The blood mist rose, and the corpses scattered.

　　With another wave of his hand, a scorching wind blew through, and the blood and corpse all turned into fly ash.

　　No trace was left.

　　Killing people, raising ashes.

　　Fang Qingyan carried his hands on his back, his old body stood upright, slowly turned his head to look at a group of people from the Cape clan, his eyes finally fixed on Elizabeth's face, sharp and sharp, deep and distant, as if he saw the end of time at a glance.

　　"Whoo~"

　　Elizabeth took a deep breath, and the long eyelashes above her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, indicating that she was very nervous... Anyone who is watched by a duke can't be calm, right?

　　But she thought of her father, who was struck thin by lightning in the coffin.

　　Suddenly, in the blue eyes, his expression became firm.

　　Elizabeth gently lifted her skirt and knelt down on her knees. Her expression was full of respect, and her clear and pleasant voice trembled slightly: "The first-generation head of the Cape clan...heir, Elizabeth, respectfully...Welcome the ancestors to leave the customs!"

　　boom!

　　Hundreds of clansmen behind her, both direct and collateral, all knelt heavily on the ground at this moment, making a very neat muffled sound.

　　Then, there was a rumbling cry—

　　"Congratulations to the ancestors to leave the customs!"

　　"Congratulations to the ancestors to leave the customs!"

　　"Congratulations to the ancestors to leave the customs!"

　　……

　　The sound was so loud that even the earth trembled slightly.

　　This made Fang Qingyan's eardrums rumble.

　　The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and this battle gave him the urge to run away!

　　I'm really not your ancestor!

　　Why are you yelling so loudly?

　　Are you afraid I can't hear you?

　　Seeing the excitement in each of their eyes and the tears on their faces, Fang Qingyan sighed deeply in his heart.

　　No need (cgca) to be... not necessary!

　　……

　　Cape Clan Frontier.

　　The land bordering the Revnor clan.

　　Thousands of troops, thousands of horses, neatly formed dozens of square formations, and the suffocating atmosphere was suffocating.

　　"Bastard! Aaaaah! Damn bastard!"

　　Suddenly, a frantic roar sounded, and Angus, the Marquis of Leifno, distorted his entire face, bared his fangs, and burst into anger, "Arnold!!!"

　　Just now, in the direction of Bristol City, an extremely terrifying Duke-level coercion rose into the sky.

　　People thousands of miles away can feel the power, domineering and indifference of that breath!

　　There is no doubt that it must be the ancestor of the Duke of the Cape clan, who has left the customs... and is furious!

　　"Damn it!"

　　Angus had a grim expression, "How could he still be alive? I'm not [-]% sure, but I have nine levels of certainty that William Capet is dead! Why is this happening?!"

　　If he had known, he would not have let Arnold "visit the doctor".

　　A six-winged marquis, so arrogantly hit someone's house and do whatever he wants... Then the other side's duke appeared.

　　Don't think about it, Arnold must be dead!

　　Angus couldn't figure it out. Since you and he are still alive, why do you keep pretending to be dead?

　　It was because he had great confidence that he sent his younger brother Arnold, but he did not expect to kill his younger brother directly.

　　Angus looked towards the front with resentful eyes, and there was an impulse in his heart, that is, he would no longer hide his strength, and directly lead the army to kill him to avenge his younger brother!

　　However, at this moment, the voice of the ancestor Duke Adolf sounded in his mind——

　　"Come back, Angus, it's not time to expose."

　　This is the power of telepathy, which can transmit sound through mental power.

　　Angus gritted his teeth and was very unwilling: "But the old ancestor..."

　　"Don't do it! Let me ask you, is it more important to kill a Cape clan to avenge Arnold, or is it more important to clear up the six major families and unify the country?!"

　　"Don't lose the big because of the small, it's too early to reveal our cards now, come back!"

　　Adolf emphasized his tone, and his voice could not be rejected.

　　"Yes! Ancestor!"

　　The Marquis of Angus gritted his teeth.

　　He suppressed the rage and sinisterness in his heart, turned his head and roared: "Retract!"

　　The army retreated and left the frontier.

　　……

　　"Ancestor, my father is dying."

　　Elizabeth's big eyes were full of tears, and the tears on her delicate little face had dried up. She looked at Fang Qingyan with hope, and begged, "Please save him, he...he really can't die."

　　Fang Qingyan nodded and said indifferently, "Since I came out, I will definitely save him, let's go."

　　Elizabeth looked surprised, got up quickly, and went ahead to lead the way.

　　Since the ancestor is willing to take action, then the father must be saved!She was very happy.

　　However, Fang Qingyan's eyes were complicated.

　　He will do his best, but whether he can be saved depends on the will of God!

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Chapter 61

　　crunch--

　　Pushing the door open, a stench and burnt smell came out, unpleasant to smell.

　　"Old Ancestor, father is in the coffin, how about him?"

　　Elizabeth prayed anxiously.

　　Fang Qingyan gave a light "um" and nodded noncommittally.

　　Then his body flashed, and he appeared on the edge of the coffin. His wrinkled eyes looked at Duke Morpheus, who was like a mummified corpse, and his mental power enveloped his body.

　　The detection will be completed soon.

　　Then he frowned.

　　Duke Adolf was too ruthless, and the domineering power of thunder destroyed Morpheus's blood to a great extent, and it had already hit the source.

　　And the remaining power of thunder is still eroding little by little. There are thousands of these tiny thunders, densely packed, like maggots entangled in the tarsus on Morpheus, and it is difficult to remove.

　　Once the power of thunder is removed, the last remaining blood of Morpheus is bound to be drawn out, and there is no doubt that he will die!

　　So the question is tricky.

　　Fang Qingyan was also a little speechless. How could the two old fathers, Elizabeth, be worse than the other?

　　Morpheus' injury was even more serious than Carstein's.

　　"How is it? Old Ancestor."