In fact, with Bai Lin's knowledge, she couldn't guess what the strength of a third-generation blood clan was. She only knew that she was as small as a little ant in front of Ferrard.

Ferrard has long been accustomed to the oppression that his identity brings to others. He was also accustomed to the frightened looks that others looked at him.

How long has he been around? Ferrard can't remember. Anyway, before the prosperity of mankind, he had been living happily with his brothers and sisters between heaven and earth.

Later, the inexplicable disappearance of the ancestors brought unspeakable disasters to the blood clan. The main disaster is the damage to the heart. Panic and helplessness, even desolation. These terrifying emotions have accompanied the entire Bloodline for a long time. Alone in an endless amount of time, it's a hard torture to bear.

So, some of the three generations of the Bloodline began to sleep. One sleep is hundreds of thousands of years. In order to escape this loneliness.

However, just over 2,000 years ago. This habit of slumber is broken. And breaking these habits is a disaster that could have been avoided. In this catastrophe, three generations of the bloodline paid a terrible price. Many of his companions, who were already scarce, died at once. So much so that now, including Ferrard, there are only three of the three generations of blood families left.

In the aftermath of the disaster, three generations of the three Bloodlines who survived, including Ferrard, made a pact. Some resemble a "sitting" system. In other words, at all times, there needs to be a sober three-generation Bloodline in charge of the clan to deal with the disaster that may come again. The other two fell asleep. In this way, the three generations of the three generations of blood alternated.

Now, it is Ferrard who is "on duty".

After walking around the country with nothing to do, he met a very interesting oriental ghost.

"Poor little revenant. You don't have to be afraid. Because you're dead. And I'm not one of those black mages who like to play with the souls of the dead. My interest in you is limited to your experiences. So, you can relax a bit. I think our next chat should be interesting. ”

What else could Bai Lin do but nod his head? In front of the three generations of the blood clan, this might even be the most powerful existence among all the remaining three generations of blood clans. She is a little ghost, can she still turn the sky upside down?

"Hehe, it looks like you're still nervous. So, let me take you through this world again.

Revenant, you are now, and the force that suppressed you that I helped you get rid of before is reincarnation. The black-and-white impermanence or hellbringer you are talking about is a kind of yin god who governs the souls of the dead. Oh, yes, you heard it right, they are indeed "gods", but they are not very powerful. But what exists behind them is the underworld, or the underworld, which is not something that the dead soul or the living can afford. Of course, we can't afford to be messed with.

Therefore, you have now become a revenant who rebelled against the underworld, or a terrible ghost, and has become an opposition to the underworld. Once you are caught, your fate will be extremely miserable.

Well, let's talk about something else. You see, our blood race has existed for a long time, and we have also merged with the human race. Did you also think of the Bloodline as a legend when you were alive? In the same way, there is also a group of special beings in your east who have the same strength as our blood clan, which is beyond the power of ordinary people, and they are also unknown. Although they are also human beings, they are far from simple. Your pronunciation should be: Monk. ”

Bai Lin shook his head, saying that he had never heard of it. But the horror in my heart has never been more intense. It turned out that she didn't know these secrets hidden beneath the surface of the world until she died. And judging by Ferrard's words, it seems to be closely related to her.

Ferrard continued: "The monks are the most powerful force in your east. However, the monk is not monolithic, and this is perhaps the most fortunate thing.

It just so happened that my blood clan had a fight with the monks of the East more than 2,000 years ago. That time, our bloodline lost, and lost badly. Truth be told, if it weren't for the last-minute infighting among the monks themselves to end the fight, the Bloodline would no longer exist now.

Therefore, for them, our blood clan has always been very concerned. For example, I know your grandfather Bai Mubian, and I also know Guo Chengkai and Guo Tianjian of the Guo Foundation. These people are the forces that the Kunlun Mountain Gate and the Dragon Tiger Mountain Gate that I told you about earlier erected in the world. It's just money, it's the same as our blood clan. After all, living in this world, if you don't want to destroy, you have to follow the rules, and money is essential. And there are many monks like them, and they are divided into dozens of mountain gates. Longhu Mountain and Kunlun Mountain are just two of them. All the mountain gates are collectively referred to as "Daomen".

I say that, do you understand?"

Bai Lin was stunned and said urgently: "Your Excellency, do you mean to say that the original controller behind my Bai family was Kunlun Mountain Gate, and behind Guo Chengkai were the Dragon and Tiger Mountains, all of which were forces secretly supported by the monks?"

"Not bad. So, your enemy is not a group or an individual. It is the Kunlun Mountain Gate and the Dragon Tiger Mountain Gate behind it. It's a monk. ”

The shock in Bai Lin's heart was certain. But then there was a deep sense of powerlessness. Thinking that it would be great to become a terrible ghost, you can get what you want, and easily take revenge?

Everyone Fellad said it. More than 2,000 years ago, the blood clan was almost wiped out by those Daomen monks. What can she do to Bai Lin, a powerful ghost who is not a fart?

"Poor little revenant. Don't be discouraged. Isn't there an old saying in the East that says, "Where there is a will, there is a way"? Your weakness is not an excuse for you not being able to take revenge. Right?"

"Your Excellency, what should I do?" Bai Lin was a little stunned, and his newly grown IQ was a little unable to turn at this time.

"There's no rush. Time is no longer so important to you. What you need to think about now is how to make yourself stronger. I know a few lichs who have good tricks, and if I want to introduce you, they should take you as an apprentice. ”

"Thank you, thank you, Your Excellency the Earl!"

"Hehe, you're welcome. But before I do that, I have a few questions for you. ”..

"Your Excellency, I must know everything. ”

Ferrard took a sip of the scarlet in the cup and smiled, "Is there anything special about the man and woman you mentioned earlier?"

"That woman's name is Zhou Huiru, nothing special, and she is now the first vice president of Longshan Company. That man's name is Xue Wushu, and all the spokespersons of the mountain gate support you mentioned seem to be afraid of him. There was a very cold feeling about him. ”

"Cold?"

"Yes. It's not the kind of cold that the body feels, but a kind of cold that can't be explained. It's like, it's like ......"

Seeing that Bai Lin couldn't describe it, Ferrard frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "Instinctively feel cold?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's that instinctive coldness. It's like seeing a piece of ice, and although you don't feel the cold air when it's far away, you still feel that it's cold. ”

Fillard was silent. The kind of coldness that comes from the instinct of the soul that Bai Lin said should be a kind of coercion. Ordinary monks don't naturally exude such instinctive coercion.

"Can you describe what they look like?"

"Oh, oh, no, you just have to look it up on the Internet, and it's easy to find a picture of the two of them. ”