"Sister Xinxia, can you help my sister wake up for a while? Just a moment is enough." Lingling said.
"Yes, but if she is made conscious, her life will wither faster." Xinxia said.
"There is no other way." Lingling said.
"Lingling, what are you going to do?" Mo Fan didn't know what method Lingling had to lure out the killer, but judging from Lingling's state, she should have returned to her usual wisdom.
"There is a traitor in the trial meeting, and a lot of information about the trial meeting will be intercepted. Since my sister was killed because of Leng Jue's matter, their real purpose is not to let her die, but to prevent Leng Jue's death. The information was sent back to the trial headquarters." Lingling said.
Mo Fan's eyes lit up and he felt that Lingling's analysis was quite reasonable.
Yes, they killed Leng Qing, wasn't it because Leng Qing had important information about Leng Jue?
So what the killer wants to kill is the person who has the information and the person who wants to pass it on.
"Although my sister is unconscious and unable to explain the specific information to us, it doesn't matter. As long as we let her tell the Lingyin Trial Council in person, and she entrusts us to send this information back to the Lingyin Trial Council, then the killer will definitely Come to us, and at the same time, we have to make good use of the traitor." Lingling said.
Xinxia understood what Lingling meant, so she continued to murmur blessings, allowing Leng Qing to regain a little bit of her sanity. At the same time, Xinxia also used psychic magic to tell Leng Qing how to do it.
Leng Qing woke up extremely weak and found it very difficult to breathe. With great difficulty, she sent the magic code text to the Lingyin Temple Trial Council that only the presiding judge knew.
After Leng Qing completed all this, Mo Fan immediately found that the black flower petals on his palm were missing two petals. In just a moment, Leng Qing's life force had flown away so much.
"Senior Sister Leng Qing, don't worry, we will definitely save you, and the important information you have worked so hard to get will never be buried. The forces of the Black Church who dare to step into our country will be mercilessly eradicated! "Mo Fan's hatred for the Black Holy See is naturally to the extreme.
After finally driving away a Salang, how could there be another Leng Jue? Enough people died in the catastrophe in the ancient capital. Such a tragedy must not happen again no matter what!
Leng Qing looked at Mo Fan, her eyes closed tightly, and a black tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
The struggle between the Tribunal and the Black Vatican has always been that the Tribunal is in a passive state. Too many people are afraid of the Black Vatican, fear their revenge, and are even more wary of their ruthlessness. But the more this happens, the less they can back down!
Leng Qing has seen too many colleagues who died in the struggle against the Black Vatican, and has also seen too many people persecuted by the Black Vatican. Every time she sees the grief and cry of the relatives of those persecuted, she tells her in her heart Myself, this is definitely the last one
However, the number of dead is still increasing, and the number of injured has not decreased. The seniors of the trial told themselves that if they still bite the Black Vatican and refuse to let go, she will end up with the same end. One person's role in front of the huge Black Vatican is insignificant, but one person is important to a family. Almost everything.
Is that really the case?
One person's power is insignificant, so more innocent families should lose everything, live on the streets, immersed in grief, and live in darkness?
Leng Qing couldn't ignore it. Every time there was another dead person and grieving family, she would feel a little more guilty. When the guilt accumulated enough, she would not feel that her death had brought a cardinal. There is nothing worthwhile about the intelligence.
However, Lingling was still so young and made such a decision by herself, sneaking into the depths of the Black Church and letting go of her accumulated guilt. She was worthy of her status as a member of the Tribunal and worthy of the relatives of those who were destroyed, but she gave up all her Lingling was left to bear the injury alone.
She would hate herself just as much as she hated their father for making such stupid decisions.
She closed her eyes tightly. In the short period of time when she was conscious, Leng Qing thought a lot. It was like the long hallucination before death. From birth to the present, all the things she remembered and all the things she forgot would be remembered. comes to mind!
Countless colorful spotlights shine around the blue swimming pool, making the water surface particularly beautiful.
In the villa next to the swimming pool, a man hanging outside the window sill was swaying in the wind. His neck was tied to a thick hemp rope. His entire face had turned blue, and his eyes were bulging and turned up.
"I actually brought in a presiding judge. Humph, I almost ruined my big job. This incompetent thing will keep him in the sun for a few more days!" In the room, the boy with purple eyes looked at the window sill with disgust, watching the swaying corpse.
"Lord Leng Jue, there's a letter from over there." A beautiful woman wearing a dark purple multicolored cheongsam came over and said with a smile.
"I see."
The young man walked to another room. Less than five minutes later, he walked out with a sullen expression. He picked up the fruit knife on the table and threw it at the shaking meat target on the window sill. In the past, when a fruit knife was inserted deeply into it, no blood flowed out. There were many such cuts on the body.
"Bei Jiang, that unlucky guy, actually told me that he had been killed. Since he was killed, how did she secretly send a letter back to the Lingyin Society as the presiding judge!" Leng Jue said angrily.
"It's not like things are irreversible yet. Let's leave this kind of thing to Bei Jiang. He's still very good."
"Hmph, I hope he won't disappoint me again this time. My tolerance for waste is very, very low!"
The beautiful woman in cheongsam put down the fruit and walked slowly to the edge of the swimming pool. She took off all her clothes, revealing her plump skin like milk, and plunged into the somewhat cold water.
After about a lap, she shook her wet hair and said to the darkness in the corner: "You don't want to watch here all night, do you? You heard what Leng Jue said, so why don't you do what you should do?" matter?"
"I'm just wondering why Leng Qing didn't die. In fact, no one can survive the darkness." In the darkness, the outline of a tall figure slowly emerged.
"The person who sent the message for Leng Qing is called Mo Fan. Sa Long also suffered a lot at the hands of this kid. If you can kill him, Leng Jue will look at you with admiration," the beautiful woman said.
"I fought with him, and it seemed like nothing special."
