My peerless Martial Emperor was exposed by a beautiful apprentice!

Chapter 6 The strange evil spirit

"Yes, I will go right away, right away, right away."

Ling Ping nodded again and again, this place is really scary, and he wanted to run away from the moment the wind blew.

Now that Young Master Ling Chen wants him to return home, he is very anxious.

Ling Ping slipped out of the cemetery as if fleeing.

At this moment, only Ling Chen and Ling Xin'an's grandfather and grandson are left here.

"Chen'er, can your wife and grandfather..."

"Yeah." Ling Chen nodded lightly: "When the time comes, when people go up the mountain, you tell them to bury that coffin back."

For the Blood Fiend Formation, only nine corpses are enough, there is no need for more.

Now that there are nine corpses, especially the dead bones of Ming Sha in his hands, even if the people from Tianba Shenmen appear in front of him now, Ling Chen still has the strength to deal with them.

Another gust of night wind blew, "cough...cough cough..."

Ling Xin'an's body was too weak.

Ling Chen looked at him, since he could remember, the old man's health was very poor, with gray hair and pale face.

With this physical condition, he should be sent to the coffin and buried here in a few years.

"It's so fierce!" Suddenly, Ling Chen said this.

"What?" Ling Xin'an said to his grandson again, but he was confused.

"Ahem...ahem..." He couldn't help coughing again.

Ling Chen walked towards him, recalling that the reason why the old man's body was like this, seemed to be washed away by something a few years ago.

After that, they spent a lot of money to invite some eminent monks, some eminent Taoists, and some other experts to seal that thing in an old well of the Ling family.

In the end, the old well was completely sealed and no one was allowed to approach it.

"But it's lucky, there is only a trace of evil spirit on the body, if there is more, I'm afraid I'll be in the coffin long ago." Ling Chen murmured.

When he arrived in front of Ling Xin'an, he suddenly saw his left hand sticking out, unexpectedly, grabbing the old man's face.

"Chen'er, what are you going to do to me?" Seeing Ling Chen's actions, Ling Xin'an was immediately startled.

With jerky movements of both hands, he hastily steered the wheelchair backwards.

"Old man, if you don't want to enter the coffin early, then don't move around." Ling Chen said, following his body to move again, he approached Ling Xin'an again.

How could the speed of pushing the wheelchair be faster than him.

The next moment, his left hand grabbed Ling Xin'an's frightened old face.

"Chen'er, what are you going to do to me? Look carefully, I am your grandfather!"

Ling Xin'an's heart was throbbing.

I was treated like this by my precious grandson who loved me since I was a child.

When seeing Ling Chen for the first time tonight, Ling Xin'an felt that he was abnormal.

His tone of voice, especially digging up ancestral graves, was something he couldn't do normally.

Could it be, really bewitched!

"Ah!" A tragic cry came from Ling Xin'an's mouth.

Ling Chen moved his left hand slightly, and suddenly there was a suction force in his palm.

"Ah!" Ling Xin'an's face trembled violently, feeling that his entire old face was about to be sucked off, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"Chen...Chen'er...no...don't...uh...ah!"

"Come out." Ling Chen said suddenly.

A wisp of black air floated out of Ling Xin'an's mouth, and Ling Chen pinched it between his index finger and middle finger.

The suction disappeared and everything went back to normal!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Huh!" Ling Xin'an collapsed on the wheelchair, panting continuously.

It looked like it was about to die.

However, he felt that his body had an unprecedented lightness, and his old face, which had been bloodless for many years, unexpectedly showed some rosiness.

Looking at the grandson in front of him, he saw him staring at his own fingers.

Naturally, Ling Xin'an couldn't see the ray of evil spirit caught by Ling Chen's sword finger.

"Chen'er, what did you do to me just now? It seems that... I feel better all of a sudden." Ling Xin'an asked.

Now I know that I misunderstood him just now.

At this moment, Ling Chen's attention was still focused on that wisp of evil spirit.

This wisp of air is strange and abnormal, like a living thing, trying to break free from his fingers.

This was something Ling Chen had never seen before, even he, who was the Blood Moon Emperor back then, had never seen such strange aura.

"There's something bad in your body, I'll get it out for you." Ling Chen still lowered his head, and replied to Ling Xin'an.

While saying these words, he flicked his little finger and landed on the old man with a force.

Ling Xin'an suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and his whole body became cold for a while.

"Chen'er, what did you do?" Ling Xin'an hurriedly asked again.

This icy cold feeling is actually quite comfortable.

"You don't need to ask too much, it's good for you." Ling Chen replied casually.

Then, he murmured to himself again: "With the evil force exuded by this evil air flow, if the evil force is more sufficient, it can strengthen the blood evil formation."

"Old well!" Ling Chen thought of the thing that was sealed in the old well, and he wondered what kind of thing it was that contained such a strange evil spirit.

"Young master, someone brought it here." Ding Lingping came back.

One after another silhouettes shuttled through the night.

Ling Ping arrived with four strong men.

"Master, young master, the mansion is in chaos now, only the four of them are willing to come here." Ling Ping pointed to the four strong men.

These four people are all guards hired by the Ling family. They are strong and strong, and they have practiced martial arts.

"What's going on? The people from Tianba Shenmen have already killed them?" Ling Xin'an opened his old eyes and asked quickly.

"Not yet." Ling Ping said, "However, the news that Yin Ling'er is going to wash our Ling family with blood has spread in the mansion, and everyone packed up their things and fled."

"Okay, let them go." Ling Xin'an sighed deeply, this is also reasonable.

The Tianba Shenmen bloodbathed the Ling family. For anyone, the Ling family was about to end, and no one would dare to stay in the Ling mansion.

The four strong men were looking at the messy cemetery, and finally, they looked at the little black skull in Ling Chen's hand.

Entering such a cemetery at night, my heart is terrified.

A strong man opened his mouth and said to Ling Xin'an: "Master Ling, don't blame yourself, you should also know that this incident is really too serious."

Another brawny man said: "That's right, I don't know about your side, what orders do you have now? We have to run for our lives when we're done. But first things first, we won't be going back to the manor."

Ling Chen pointed to the graves whose soil had been dug up, and said to them:
"There are eight open coffins, put them in the eight directions of east, south, west, north, northeast, southeast, northwest, and southwest a hundred paces away from this center!"

"Everyone will receive ten taels of gold after the work is done." After Ling Chen finished speaking, Ling Xin'an added this sentence to them.

Yue Guangguang flustered, and opened the coffin to take the bones in the middle of the night. Originally, the four people were conflicted in their hearts.

But when he heard Ling Xin'an's words, it was as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

(End of this chapter)