"It's dead!" Lu Ping muttered as he looked at the small filament of qi left in his hand.

It's a pity that my Heart-Chasing Soul Soul Silk hasn't been cultivated to the fire, otherwise it would be me who started it, since I'm already dead, let's let go of the two boys of the Fang family for the time being.

Thinking of this, Lu Ping asked the taxi driver to turn around and go home.

In the suburbs, in the rice field, Fang Zimo woke up first, and saw that his younger brother Fang Ziqi was still in a coma, so he quickly pinched his younger brother's middle school, and Fang Ziqi slowly woke up.

"Huh, brother, where is this?" Fang Ziqi was still a little confused.

"I don't know, but I think I should have just left the city of Liangzhou. Fang Zimo said and put his hand on the driver's neck, the person was already dead.

Fang Zimo kicked off the broken glass coefficient on the broken window, the two climbed out of the car, Fang Ziqi leaned on the wheels, and looked around: "Where is the uncle?"

Fang Zimo didn't reply, just quietly searched as much as he could in the darkness below.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared in the sight of the two, and the two of them had an eager expression on their faces, and an ominous premonition quickly occupied the minds of the two.

Fang Zimo couldn't take care of his younger brother anymore, and rushed out with a few arrows, and a miserable scream startled Fang Ziqi like a nail in place, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

"Uncle Shi! Uncle Shi! The surname Lu is good, you have the surname Lu, you actually killed my uncle! My Zimo and you will not stand up!"

Fang Ziqi dragged a short leg, and when he got in front of him, he saw clearly that there was a corpse lying in Fang Zimo's arms, a corpse without a head, and that dress was the one of the senior uncle Fang Wensan.

"CT mother's surname is Lu, Lao Tzu will fight with you! Even if I die, I will have to drag a few of you along!" Fang Ziqi shouted angrily, there were no tears in his eyes, but there was blood in his heart.

"Second brother, don't be impulsive, this matter needs to be considered in the long run. Fang Zimo quickly regained his composure.

"Brother, how can you let me not be impulsive? This is the third uncle, the third uncle, I grew up watching the two of us, and we died so miserably, how can I explain to my aunt when I go back!"

"What? Then you have to rush to Lanting Yaju and follow the same fate to explain?"

"I, I...... At least let me kill that slut. ”

"Fart, come home with me, tell the Sect Master about this, and let the Sect Master decide. And because of you and me, we will go back and bear the punishment!"

Fang Ziqi slapped his thigh, and the whole person threw himself into Uncle Shi's arms, hugging and crying like a child who had lost his father.

Lu Ping didn't go home, and suddenly felt that something was wrong when he was halfway down, so he changed direction again and returned to the unfinished building where he faced off against Fang Wensan tonight.

Lu Ping stretched out his palm, and a red fireball the size of an egg rose into the air, floating directly above, illuminating a small dark space for Lu Ping.

Lu Ping stood in the last position he had ever stood, and it was here that he was hit by the white smoke released by Fang Wensan.

When Lu Ping was hit by the smoke, it was not impossible to come out immediately, this level of phantom array was like a layer of soaked window paper to him, which could be torn with a single tear.

However, Lu Ping thought it was very interesting, after living for a long time, he would inevitably have more knowledge, but it was the first time that such a phantom array had arrived, not that this fog was so profound, it was just interesting, so Lu Ping studied it for a while and let Fang Wensan and the others leave.

It's just that what Lu Ping didn't expect was that someone killed Fang Wensan one step ahead of him, and Lu Ping didn't care about it at first, a Fang Wensan would not make him spend any effort.

But then I thought about it, things became more and more strange, why was Fang Wensan killed at this juncture? Was it an enemy or a coincidence? Or was it a purpose?

So Lu Ping returned to the place where he was originally separated, and maybe he could find some clues.

Fang Wensan is undoubtedly the martial arts master in people's mouths, and his cultivation is probably equivalent to the foundation building of the Qi refining period in the immortal cultivation world, although the number of paths of cultivation is different, just like cultivating immortals, cultivating demons, and cultivating demons, but when you reach this realm, once you cast a spell, you will inevitably leave some special marks, these marks are unique, just like the DNA in the human body, everyone is different.

Lu Ping opened his palm again, and a small, visible transparent silver filament slowly drilled out of his hand, like a swimming snake flying in the air.

Chasing the heart and locking the soul silk, the move in the Haotian Palace's peerless star and netherworld decision, as the name suggests, is first of all to chase the heart, in fact, what is chasing is the mark left by the person who cultivates the law.

The duration of the mark varies depending on the strength of the spell cast, so it will not disappear for a certain period of time.

The Heart-Chasing Soul Thread wandered through the air as if it had life, as if it were looking for food.

Soon, the gossamer fell from the sky, circled around a mound of dust, and a round white mark immediately appeared, glowing with a faint milky pale light, flickering and dimming, and at first glance it was about to disappear.

"It's a pity that I can only release one thread now, and it looks like it will take some time. Lu Ping said to himself.

Suddenly, the gossamer flew up, floated in the air again, and flew towards the half-built window.

Lu Ping followed to the window made of cement and bricks, and looked out.

In mid-air, a purple-black mark emitted a faint strong light, which seemed so dazzling to Lu Ping.

"It's such a strong mark, it seems that this person's cultivation is not below Fang Wensan, it seems that the one who killed Fang Wensan is this person. It's just that the energy emitted by this mark looks so weird, and it is completely different from the feeling of the martial arts lineage, but it has some taste of demon cultivation, but it is not so pure, it is probably equivalent to a half-demon. Hmph, that's interesting, it seems that I am destined not to be boring in the next three years. ”

Lu Ping flew out of the window as he spoke, jumped down, like a giant flying in the night sky, landed lightly on the roof of a house, and disappeared into the dark street.

No one knows what happened that night, but the next morning, a half-broken taxi and a dead taxi driver were found in a rice field in the suburbs.

What followed was the relevant reports of the major media in Liangzhou City, the content of the report was surprisingly uniform, and there was no more elaboration after the identity of the driver was disclosed, on the contrary, why the taxi was cut in two paragraphs like tofu, and the incision was so neat that it attracted the attention of many people.

There were also several discussion shows on television about this paranormal event, and of course, the nature of the "paranormal event" was summed up by the media and many enthusiastic viewers, some said it was ghost behavior, some said it was man-made, but most people were inclined to alien invasion.

As for the broken family that wept because of the loss of her husband and wept for the loss of her father, there is no more.