Everyone drank with the resurrected "Ling Weiyun" until the sun went down. Except for the elder who was forced to stay in the early morning, the other people from various forces said goodbye one after another and left in a hurry with different expressions.
After arranging the elder's residence in the early morning, Feng Ling returned to his room and sent away his family members on the pretext that he was tired.
Rank eight ghost spiritual master? Advanced ghost skills?
Feng Ling sat cross-legged on the bed, carefully combing through the messy memories.
I don't know how long it took, but Feng Ling exhaled a breath and finally merged the memories of the two lives.
In his memory, Ling Weiyun's ghost disappeared out of thin air, without even a hint of warning before the incident!
"It seems that I have to start over." A dark black token appeared in Feng Ling's hand.
Ghost order! Fengling learned this from her memory. Is this long block like the spiritual place of an ancient person from the past life really able to control ghosts?
Suppressing the suspicion in her heart, Feng Ling closed her eyes and practiced quietly according to the memory in her mind. After a while, her breath returned to calmness and she gradually became calm.
For him, who was the God of Assassination in his previous life, achieving this was nothing short of a piece of cake.
Any assassination mission, just staying there is enough for ordinary killers to complain about and suffer. However, the definitions of assassins and killers are different. Although the two are related, they cannot be generalized.
The killer can kill openly or assassinate! But assassins can only assassinate. Their identities are kept more confidential than killers, and their patience and ability to seize opportunities are even better than killers.
Feng Ling still remembers an assassination mission that was very thrilling. He had just debuted at that time and had just killed a provincial leader of a certain country in a five-star hotel when he ran into a special escort team who came to block the scene.
Feng Ling ordered a cup of coffee and calmly disassembled the sniper rifle under the horrified look on the waiter's face. The special chief, with a group of people, came close to catch the murderer.
Unexpectedly, someone behind him knocked down the wine bottle in a panic, and there was a "pop" sound. The nervous escort tilted his head slightly. With this slight movement, Feng Ling, who was carrying his backpack, took the opportunity to break through the window and escape. …
It turns out that this is the power of ghosts and gods! ?
A faint wave of energy wrapped around the dark black token, and Feng Ling looked surprised.
In the previous life, I kept challenging my own limits, and the mysterious power that unintentionally entangled me was actually the power of ghosts and gods!
Turn into a ghost spirit master!
If you calculate it this way, the moment you became the God of Assassination in your previous life, you became a ghost spirit master?
A shadow emerged from Feng Ling's body, and it turned out to be his natal ghost.
Suddenly, the ghost order sign trembled slightly, pointing in a direction outside the house.
Feng Ling hurriedly rushed over there secretly. Not to mention, the physical fitness of the senior ghost spirit master was really good. After injecting a bit of ghost power, all the originally slack muscles in his body tightened up, and his explosive power was not weaker than Qing Qing's. In the prime of life!
Feng Ling had misunderstood before. This body that looked weak on the outside was actually the real thing!
A minute later, in a remote courtyard, Feng Ling frowned and looked at the two-meter-large pit in front of him, and then checked around the old house that had been abandoned for many years.
"Eh? Why is there a missing corner here!" Suddenly, Feng Ling stopped, turned around and walked towards a missing corner of the old house.
Is this the cause of Ling Weiyun's death?
If there is a deep pit in the courtyard, the children will be injured. A corner must not be missing in the house. The mother will be missing in the southwest, the father will be missing in the northwest, and the son will be missing in the northeast.
Kneeling down and taking a quiet look, Feng Ling finally noticed something fishy. As an assassin in his previous life, he naturally stayed away from ghosts and gods. Every time he returned after killing someone, he would recite the Bible silently, and he was also proficient in the secrets of Feng Shui.
A bad omen! Who is so vicious?
After careful inspection again, Feng Ling's face was extremely ugly, and there were hidden defects on all four corners!
According to memory, as Feng Ling guessed, this old house was where Ling Weiyun's father lived during his lifetime!
Ling Weiyun has been killed, and now this body is mine, Feng Ling! If this hexagram is followed, no one in the Ling family will survive, even... early in the morning!
The two brothers, Elder Chenchen and Ling Weiyun, belong to two different forces. Although they have no contact with each other on the surface, they have a deep relationship in private. Feng Ling left Chenchen today out of safety considerations.
Ling Weiyun died in such a strange way, and since he was a "new arrival" in his place, the murderer must still be secretly hiding in the Weiyun Sect!
Since the murderer did not directly kill Ling Weiyun, it means that he is afraid of Ling Weiyun's eighth level cultivation! The murderer must still be in a state of shock and suspicion. If someone discovers that he only has one level of cultivation, and then falls into the hands of the murderer, the consequences will be disastrous...
After carefully recalling Ling Weiyun's memories, Feng Ling eliminated all the familiar and unfamiliar faces one by one. In the end, two men and one woman were left!
Ling Chi and Ling Han have long coveted the position of sect leader. This is something that more than a hundred people in the sect know, and Pan Yuan is the closest person to Ling Weiyun!
If it was really Ling Weiyun, he would definitely not doubt the always virtuous Pan Yuan, but he was Feng Ling! The so-called closest person is also the most dangerous person! This is the creed that Feng Ling follows throughout his life as an assassin!
"Squeak~!"
As the smoke and dust fell, Feng Ling gently pushed open the wooden door of the old house and stroked away the spider webs blocking the way.
Not even two steps into the dim room, a corrosive aura came. Feng Ling frowned, thinking that the dark token was already in his hand. With the assassin's intuition, he always felt that there was something abnormal in this room.
"Bang!" Just as Feng Ling took two steps into the house, the wooden door suddenly closed automatically, and his shadow that was still visible in the light disappeared instantly!
The surroundings were pitch black, and Feng Ling could only catch a faint shadow. He simply closed his eyes and followed his feelings while sensing the changes around him.
What does it taste like? So stinky!
Feng Ling suddenly stepped on something and stopped and opened his eyes in confusion.
Woo~! Unlucky~
He actually stepped on a rotting corpse! One foot was mostly sunk in.
He immediately retracted his feet. Feng Ling was not afraid. He had cast quite a few corpses in his previous life, so he was used to it. He even boldly turned over the rotting corpse lying face down!
"Pan Yuan!" Feng Ling was really surprised. If Pan Yuan is dead, then who is that person today?
Then, a chill hit me, cold sweat broke out on my back, and a long, penetrating sound also sounded!
"Old... Master~!"
Feng Ling quickly turned around and backed up. The moment he turned around, a terrifying face with a cold and twisted face was only ten centimeters away from his face! And the pair of dark and eerie ghost claws were raised above his head, ready to...!
"Ghost?" Feng Ling, who had escaped the disaster, was tumbling in his heart. Although he firmly believed in the existence of ghosts and gods, he had never seen them before. When he actually saw them, he still couldn't hold back the chill in his heart.
