Chapter Thirty-Seven: Each Carries a Ghost

The wind was blowing and the clouds were flying.

In July, the sun tirelessly scorched the earth, and the heat made people unable to have a little strength and became much lazy. The two big trees not far from the entrance of Beiwu seemed to be no match for the dazzling sunlight, hanging branches, and the green and blackened leaves seemed to have lost their brilliance, hanging on the trees, motionless.

Ling Feng sat in the shade at the door of his guard's room, squinting his eyes and looking up at the sky.

"It's going to change...... Hehe......"

With that, he got up slowly, and then seemed to put away his little pony with some difficulty, and then bent his waist, and slowly entered his little guard room step by step, and closed the door.

If Wu Rang was here, he would definitely be surprised, Ling Feng at this time seemed to have aged by more than ten years all of a sudden, his previously straight body was now bent very much, and his wrinkled face was now more like a wilted orange peel, which had been wrinkled together, and it was extremely ugly.

Suddenly, on a sunny day, a dazzling lightning bolt crossed the sky above Beiwu, as if it was about to pierce the sky, and after a loud "boom", the huge raindrops hit the ground like beads with broken threads, causing a splash.

Almost a moment of respite, the sun in the sky was gone, replaced by large dark clouds, and the black and oppressive clouds were so low that people were a little out of breath.

The good thing is that the arrival of the rain and the disappearance of the sun have lost the suffocating burning sensation, but the weather is still very stuffy, very stuffy, and uncomfortable......

Ling Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, with a dark green potion beside him, and a large needle, the cold light at the tip of the needle made people feel daunted.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Black-red blood flowed out from the corners of Ling Feng's mouth, beads of sweat the size of beans were already hanging all over his forehead, and his originally old and somewhat ugly face was gloomy and terrifying at the moment.

"Still can't ......"

Ling Feng's tone was full of disappointment, he had already used two repair potions, but his body did not react, as if he was dead.

These three repair potions were exchanged for Ling Feng at a huge cost a few days ago, in order to recover some of his strength and fight for a place of his own in the treacherous Northern Martial Arts in the future.

Actually, this potion has another name - Hope * Recovery, that's right, this is the cult, hoping that the medicine made by the organization can awaken and stimulate the human body's functions, especially for the awakened has a huge effect. However, there is a rather terrible side effect, that is, it will deplete the person's life force, that is, after injecting this drug, the body can be improved by shortening the life expectancy.

Regardless of whether it is successful or not, as long as the medicine is injected, it will consume one's life force to a certain extent.

Using this potion was a decision that Ling Feng made after thinking about it for a long time, in this power war in the future of Beiwu, he didn't have some strength, not even an ant, this time, it was also Ling Feng's only chance, he had to take the risk.

After pouring the last potion into the large needle tube, Ling Feng closed his eyes, as if praying for a while, then opened his eyes, and resolutely stabbed the needle into his neck again, and the medicine was slowly injected into the blood vessels.

"Uh...... Ah......h

Ling Feng's muscles were bruised, his eyes were full of hideousness, his fists were clenched tightly, and his bones were "gurgling".

"Keep going...... Keep going......"

Ling Feng knew that there was a reaction this time, it might be successful, as long as he could persevere, he would be able to have strength again.

Desire slowly triumphed over pain and gained the upper hand.

I don't know how long it took, the heart-piercing pain slowly receded, Ling Feng was covered in blood, his hair was scattered, and his face was hideous, like a demon coming out of a pool of blood.

"Huh...... Hehehe......"

Ling Feng grinned, but his mouth was full of blood, and his teeth were already scarlet, and his smile was a little terrifying.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

There was another violent cough for sale, Ling Feng looked at the pool of dark red blood in his palm, and he didn't know if it was the blood that had accumulated in his mouth or the new cough that came out of his throat.

Although he was embarrassed, Ling Feng felt extremely comfortable, and that long-lost feeling once spread all over his body, that was strength.

It's been eighteen years, and I've almost forgotten the feeling of strength all over my body.

It's really intoxicating.

Ling Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, still feeling his body, familiar with the power.

......

......

Jiang Liu has been very comfortable these days, and after looking through the cabinets for a long time, he finally found a bank card in one of his father's cabinets.

There is a lot of money on the card, about 500,000 yuan, the appearance of this money has made Jiang Liu excited for a long time, he can finally stop cooking by himself, he can finally stop lying down, and finally he doesn't have to ......

Wu Rang hadn't looked for him for several days, which made him feel refreshed, and he lived a good life, eating, drinking, and sleeping all day long......

The days when there is money and there is no martial arts to torture, how can it be called a cool word.

"Ding-dong...... Dingdong ......"

is sitting on the sofa eating potato chips, playing some Ling Ling suddenly unhappy, at this time, what kind of doorbell rings.

Dragging his fat body to the door, Jiang Liu opened the door impatiently.

"Who-huh?"

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Liu's tone was very unkind, and he seemed to be a little disgusted.

"Dead fatty, I heard your dad died?"

Jiang Ling'er's voice is not good, it is sharp and thin, most likely she will be a scathing woman in the future, but her face is not bad.

"Ling'er, shut up"

Jiang Zhenguo hurriedly spoke up to stop his daughter from continuing, it is not good to have a bad relationship with his nephew now.

"Jiang Ling'er, say it again, believe it or not, I tore your mouth?"

"Dead fat, it's up to you, a C-class trash"

Jiang Ling'er's face was full of disdain, although she only had B+, but it was enough to show off her might in front of Jiang Liu.

"Smack"

Jiang Liu didn't hesitate at all, and a slap had already hit Jiang Ling'er in the face.

The slap was not heavy, but Jiang Liu's move caught Jiang Zhenguo and Jiang Ling'er off guard.

"Dead fatty, you dare to hit me?"

Jiang Ling'er covered her face, tears in her eyes.

"Second uncle, you should take care of your daughter's stinky mouth"

"Otherwise, there will be a lot of mouths to suffer in the future"

"Bang"

The door had been slammed shut.

In the door, Jiang Liu looked at his right hand, which seemed to be stained with some powder on Jiang Ling'er's face, and he was a little disgusting.

However, the feeling of slapping people is really refreshing.

"Dad...... Father...... He's the fat guy he's beating me."

Jiang Ling'er was so angry that she stomped her feet.

At this moment, Jiang Zhenguo's face was pale, his fists were clenched, and he was on the verge of breaking out.

Originally, when he heard that his third brother, who was not very close, died, he didn't feel much sadness in his heart, so he rushed over, not to mourn or anything.

It's just for Jiang Zhiguo's house, how valuable is the house in the capital.

What he originally thought was that taking advantage of this almost, Jiang Liu, a little child, was helpless, and said something good by himself, and it was a big deal to raise it temporarily, and wait until he got this house in his hands, and then let Jiang Liu get out.

However, now that kid dares to be so lawless.

"Shut up"

Jiang Zhenguo was a little irritable, if it weren't for this dead girl, maybe she would have cheated the house, why did she bring her?

"Dad?"

"I said it, shut you up"

"I'm going to tell my mom"

The tears have already made the makeup on Jiang Linger's face, and Jiang Ling'er at this time seems to have nothing to do with beauty anymore.

"Ding-dong...... Dingdong ......"

After ringing the doorbell for a while, Jiang Liu did not open the door. Jiang Zhenguo felt that there should be no way to talk about it today, so let's come back by myself tomorrow, cheat the house first, and settle the accounts after the autumn.

Out of the door of the community, Jiang Zhenguo saw a taxi parked at the door, and just wanted to go up and stop it, a person got out of the car.

"Yo, isn't this the second brother?"

"And Ling'er niece, what's going on, why are you crying like this?"

"Big brother, why are you here?"

"What?

"That's not what I meant"

Although Jiang Zhenguo still maintained this surface politeness, the little abacus in his heart had already been opened.

"No, I heard that the third brother is gone, I'll come over to see if Jiang Liu's nephew needs help."

"What about you, second brother?"

Jiang Guangguo looked at Jiang Zhenguo with a smile.

"I ...... I wanted to come and have a look, but it didn't seem like there was anyone."

"Really?"