Everyone accompanied the resurrected "Ling Weiyun" to drink, and it didn't end until the sun set. www.biquge.infoExcept for Elder Lingchen, who was forcibly retained, the rest of the forces came to say goodbye one after another, and left in a hurry with different expressions.

After arranging Elder Lingchen's residence, Feng Ling returned to the room and dismissed his relatives on the pretext that he was lacking.

Eight Turns Ghost Spirit 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, Feng Ling let out a breath of turbidity, and finally fused the memories of the two lives.

In his memory, Ling Weiyun's ghost had disappeared out of thin air, and there was not even a trace of warning before the incident!

"Looks like I'm going to have to start all over again." A dark black token appeared in Feng Ling's hand.

Ghost Destiny Card Order! This is what Feng Ling knew from memory. This is like a long block of the spiritual position of the ancients in the previous life, can it really ward off ghosts?

Suppressing the suspicion in his heart, Feng Ling closed his eyes and cultivated quietly according to the memory in his mind, and after a while, his breath returned to peace and gradually settled down.

For him, who was the god of assassination in his previous life, it was a piece of cake to do this.

Any assassination mission, just squatting is enough for an ordinary killer to complain about his crimes. However, the definition of an assassin and a killer is different, and although the two are related, they cannot be generalized.

Killers can be killed openly or assassinated! But assassins can only be assassins, their identities are kept secret more tightly than those of killers, and their patience and ability to grasp the timing are even more than a few streets away from killers.

Feng Ling still remembers that there was an assassination mission that was very thrilling. Not long after his debut, he had just killed the provincial head of a certain country in a five-star hotel, and he ran into the special escort team who rushed to block the scene.

Feng Ling ordered a cup of coffee, and calmly disassembled the sniper rifle under the frightened face of the waiter. The special chief, with a group of people, is pressing over, and the murderer can be caught at a glance.

Unexpectedly, someone behind him knocked off the wine bottle in a panic, and a "snap" sounded on the ground, and the nervous escort team tilted his head slightly, and with this slight movement, Feng Ling, who was carrying a backpack, directly took the opportunity to break the window and escape......

So this is the power of the demons!?

A faint energy fluctuation wrapped around the dark black token, and Feng Ling looked surprised.

In his previous life, he constantly challenged his own limits, and the mysterious power that was inadvertently entwined was actually the power of ghosts and gods!

A turn of the ghost master!

If this is calculated, the moment he became the god of assassination in his previous life, he was a ghost spirit master?

A phantom image emerged from Feng Ling's body, one generation after another, it was the natal ghost.

Suddenly, the Ghost Destiny Order vibrated slightly, pointing in a direction outside the house.

Feng Ling hurriedly and secretly rushed over there, not to mention, the physical fitness of the senior ghost spirit master is really good, after injecting a trace of ghost power, all the originally relaxed muscles in the whole body tightened, and the explosive power is not weaker than that of young adults!

Feng Ling misunderstood before, this weak-looking body is actually genuine!

A minute later, in a remote courtyard, Feng Ling frowned and looked at the two-meter pit in front of him, and checked around the old mansion that had been abandoned for many years.

"Huh? How can there be a missing corner here! Suddenly, Feng Ling stopped, turned around and walked towards a defective corner of the old mansion.

Is this the cause of Ling Weiyun's death?

There are deep pits in the hospital that will hurt the children, and the houses are indispensable, with the southwest defective mother, the northwest defective father, and the northeast defective son.

Squatting down and taking a quiet look, Feng Ling finally noticed something strange. In his previous life, as an assassin, he naturally kept away from ghosts and gods, and every time he returned from killing, he would silently recite the Bible, and he was also proficient in the secret art of feng shui.

A great omen! Who is so vicious?

After carefully checking it again, Feng Ling's face was extremely ugly, and there were vague defects in the four corners!

According to memory, similar to Feng Ling's conjecture, this old mansion was where Ling Weiyun's father lived before his death!

Ling Weiyun has been killed, and now this body is my Feng Ling! According to this hexagram, I am afraid that no one in the Ling family will survive, even including ...... Morning!

Elder Ling Chen and Ling Weiyun, the two brothers, because they belong to the two forces, although they have no contact on the surface, their private relationship is quite deep, and leaving Ling Ling today is also out of all considerations.

Ling Weiyun died so strangely, and he replaced him as a "newcomer", the murderer must still be secretly mixed in the Weiyun Sect!

Since the murderer didn't kill Ling Weiyun directly, it means that he was afraid of Ling Weiyun's eight-turn cultivation! Now the murderer must still be in shock, if it is discovered that he only has one transformation, and then falls into the ears of the murderer, the consequences are unimaginable......

Carefully recalled Ling Weiyun's memories, and the familiar and unfamiliar faces were eliminated by Feng Ling one by one, and in the end, there were two men and one woman left!

Ling Chi and Ling Han had already coveted the position of sect master, this was something that more than 100 people in the entire sect knew, and Pan Yuan's clan was the person closest to Ling Weiyun!

If it was really Ling Weiyun, he would definitely not suspect the always virtuous Pan Yuan, but he was Feng Ling! The so-called closest people are also the most dangerous people! This is the creed that Feng Ling, who is an assassin, has followed all his life!

"Squeak~!"

As the smoke and dust fell, Feng Ling gently pushed open the wooden door of the old mansion and stroked the cobwebs blocking the road with one hand.

Stepping into the dim room less than two steps, a corrosive aura came, Feng Ling frowned, and his heart moved, and the dark black token was already in his hand. With the assassin's intuition, he always sensed that there was something unusual in the house.

"Bang dang~!" Just as Feng Ling took two steps into the house, the wooden door suddenly closed automatically, and the shadow that he could still see in the light disappeared in an instant!

It was pitch black all around, Feng Ling could only catch a trace of phantom, he simply closed his eyes, and walked with his feelings while sensing the changes around him.

What does it smell like? It stinks!

Feng Ling, who suddenly stepped on something, stopped and opened his eyes suspiciously.

Woo~! Unlucky~

I actually stepped on a rotting corpse! Half of one foot was sunk in.

Immediately retracted his feet, Feng Ling was not afraid, there were not a few corpses he cast in his previous life, and he was used to it. Even, he boldly turned the face-down rotting corpse over!

"Pan Yuan's!" Feng Ling was really surprised, if Pan Yuan's family was dead, then who was that person today?

Then, a chill hit, cold sweat came out behind itself, and a penetrating elongated sound also sounded together!

"Old ...... Father~! ”

Feng Ling hurriedly turned around and retreated, and at the moment he turned around, a terrifying face with a cold and distorted face was only ten centimeters away from his face! And that pair of swarthy Sen Ran ghost claws were even higher above his head, ready to ......!

"Ghosts?" Feng Ling, who had escaped, was tumbling in his heart, although he firmly believed in the existence of ghosts and gods, but after all, he had never seen it, and when he really saw it, he still couldn't hold back the coldness in his heart.