Chapter 70: Post-mortem uproar

Style: Science Author: Quan ShengxianWords: 1167Update Time: 24/01/12 07:47:11
As Unitary Hour approached, Feng Ling and others spent nearly two hours at the Sun Family Mansion to finally end the banquet.

"Miss Yuyang, where is your father's body placed?" Just after leaving the banquet, Feng Ling raised an eyebrow, and then Ling Weiyun's clone frowned and asked Sun Yuyang in a deep voice.

"Mr. Ling, it's getting late today. I think we'll go early tomorrow morning!" Zhang Yi smiled before he spoke, pretending to raise his head and look at the dark sky.

"Old Bodhisattva Renyi, I'm so tired today, why not take a rest for the night!" Although Sun Yuyang was dissatisfied with Zhang Yi, she also agreed with his words, especially when she saw the haggard old man opposite, she was I couldn't bear it, and I vaguely regretted it: "If I had known that the Bodhisattva was so old, how could I have said 'invite others'!"

The different expressions of several people fell into the four eyes of the original and the clone. Ling Weiyun's clone immediately raised his eyebrows and said: "The old man is getting stronger! It will be a long night and many dreams, so the old man will set off to investigate now!"

"This..., okay! Well done...!" Under the strong request of Ling Weiyun's clone, Sun Yuyang no longer hesitated and led everyone back to the mountain. In fact, it was impossible to say that she was not anxious. She couldn't let go either emotionally or rationally.

Not only for the bet, but more importantly, the person who died in mysterious circumstances was her biological father! She knew who the murderer was, but she couldn't figure out how the murderer killed her father, a tenth-level senior ghost spiritual master.

"Miss! Mrs. Ruan, uncle!" The two middle-aged guards guarding the cave in the back mountain saw Sun Yuyang and others coming, and they immediately bowed down. Judging from the aura of their cultivation, they were not weak. They were obviously high-level The eighth level to get started as a ghost spirit master! This shows how much effort Sun Yuyang put into protecting Sun Yunshan's body.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, both of you!" Sun Yuyang nodded lightly to express his condolences, and the two of them were very frightened. Ruan Xinrou snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied that the two of them had saluted Sun Yuyang first.

"Boom~!"

The two guards waved their hands and quickly formed seals. Then, the stone wall in front of everyone shook slightly, and a thick stone door slowly rose, revealing a long stone staircase leading underground.

"Everyone, follow me closely!" Everyone started to file in. It was even darker and more humid inside. Sun Yuyang's eyes flickered and he couldn't help but give a warning. Feng Ling also raised his eyebrows slightly and said to himself: "It seems to be different from the last time I came here!"

"What a mysterious feeling!" The voice was clear and sweet. Feng Yuqing hung Feng Ling's right arm and stepped carefully on the crumbling stone steps. Her eyes showed joy. It was obvious that her old habit had returned.

"Shh~!" Feng Ling made a silent movement, feeling very helpless, and then looked at the white-haired old man in front of him with envy. Behind the old man was a cold and charming woman.

"Huh?" Feng Ling suddenly frowned and his eyes fell on the cold and charming woman in front of him. The woman was Leng Ningshuang.

"What are you looking at?" A strange-smelling voice interrupted Feng Ling's thoughts. Feng Yuqing didn't speak well. After following his gaze, he turned to stare at Feng Ling and pinched his right arm. A handful of times, until the guy bared his teeth and then let go with a cold snort.

pitiful……!

This wonderful arm of ours is full of... "love"! Ahem, no, it’s a scar...

"Senior Sister Leng, you seem to hate my clone!" After feeling the pain, Feng Ling walked with Feng Yuqing and lowered his head to think. Just now, he noticed a trace of murderous intent in Leng Ningshuang's beautiful eyes looking at the clone!

Feng Ling was very depressed. He didn't know where he had offended this iceberg beauty. Could it be that I hit her sweetheart's master by mistake, or maybe I hit her sweetheart's master by mistake!

When the clone first came to Yuqing Sect to "rectify" the family tradition, he beat up many old monsters, such as the seven elders who threatened him on the cliff of Yuqing Waterfall.

Maybe there was Leng Ningshuang's master among them, Feng Ling thought so.