Interstellar arranged marriage: The big guys rose after being deposed

Geng Nan smiled and nodded: "Of course, there is nothing shameful in our house, but the front yard has been abandoned for a long time, so I'm afraid it will be dirty and messy, Master, please don't be surprised."

Qiu Ling waved his hand and said, "It's okay. My eldest disciple and I will be back soon."

She lowered her head and sent a message to You Xiu, asking him to block all nearby cameras. She didn't want to be watched.

Qiu Ling walked in front, following the direction of the luck that was flowing, which she could hardly even detect, and Yan Zhao followed closely behind.

The thread was extremely thin, and was blown by the wind until it appeared and disappeared. When it encountered a solid wall, tree or stone, it would stick to it and spread through it.

The Geng family did have some wealth in the past, and it took a lot of detours to find the abandoned house. Qiu Ling was a little confused, and finally came to a relatively remote and gloomy courtyard.

From the outside, this courtyard looks no different from other places.

Qiu Ling found a branch and gently dug through the fallen leaves on the ground.

Yan Zhao was puzzled, but he understood after taking a look: "Geng Nan said that this place is locked and no one has been here for a long time.

The broken branches and the shoe-shaped roots under the fallen leaves all indicate that someone has been coming in and out of here!"

Qiu Ling nodded and followed the traces to the outside of the wall. The man did not enter through the main door, but climbed over the wall.

Yan Zhao put his arm around Qiu Ling's waist and jumped over the wall with a light leap.

The courtyard was still in ruins, and Qiu Ling continued to follow the thread into a room with a wide open door. There were no footprints on the ground, but the pattern of the silk was so regular that it was obviously scattered by humans.

Qiu Ling walked to the bed, closed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to sense, then reached under the edge of the bed and accurately touched a bulge that had been touched countless times and was covered with patina.

As she pressed the button, the bed slowly opened, revealing a clean and tidy stone staircase!

Qiu Ling's eyes turned slightly, and he first put invisibility talismans on himself and Yan Zhao, and then sent out two substitutes.

Through the spiritual consciousness attached to the substitute, she could see that the dark room below was brightly lit, and inside were the tablets of Geng family's ancestors.

Every noble family has its own ancestral hall. Does the Geng family need to set up the ancestral hall in a dark room? Why was Geng Nan's luck transferred here?

"Qiu Ling" circled in the dark room, groping for clues, but found that there were many tablets, but they were not arranged in a regular pattern, but rather like a formation...

She narrowed her eyes slightly and directed her stand-in to lift up the tablets one by one. Sure enough, there were luck-stealing talismans underneath. These talismans were arranged to form a luck-stealing formation!

Suddenly two people came in from outside and quickly pushed the bed down.

"Oh, today when I saw him bringing back two monks, I felt something was wrong. I didn't expect these two bald monks to be so capable that they came here to investigate.

Since they think their lives are too long, then they will become the nutrients of the formation and all their luck will be sucked away, haha..."

"Geng Nan is really capable! He is like a rake that only knows how to bring good luck home, but he doesn't know that he is making wedding dresses for us..."

The two couldn't help but laugh heartily, "In two or three months, when all the luck in him can no longer be squeezed out, that will be the day he and his son die!"

"You know what? Using luck to improve your cultivation is just like taking a tonic pill! This is what they owe us..."

Qiu Ling suddenly stood up and sneered: "He owes you, does this poor monk owe you anything?"

The two were stunned for a moment, then turned around and found that two monks, one old and one young, had appeared behind them.

They looked at the bed, then at Qiu Ling, and said in disbelief, "Impossible! We clearly saw you go downstairs!"

"I am not stupid. I knew this was a dangerous place, how could I not be prepared? I went in with a wooden man as a trick," Qiu Ling smiled. "You are so vicious that you used the luck of the Geng family to support yourselves and improve your cultivation. You were even too greedy and brought Geng Nan and his son to the brink of death."

"You, you guys," the two men, one fat and one thin, looked at each other and apologized verbally as they walked out, "I'm sorry, we were so distracted that we came here to watch the fun..."

Qiu Ling shook his wrist: "Sorry, I recorded your ugly faces just now, and I will show it to Geng Nan later."

"Old monk, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. What if you tell him? Ha, I'm afraid that before he even gets here, we'll have killed both of you.

I'm curious, have you ever had your fortune told?"

"Old Zhao, why are you wasting time talking to them? If he knew how to calculate, he wouldn't have come and run into our gunpoint!"

The two of them went from being panicked just now to being calm and ruthless now, and it was obvious that they were sure of winning.

One of them, a bearded man, smiled and pulled out a gun. "I don't like killing, so I'll just break your arms and legs and lock you up down there and starve you to death. Tsk tsk, maybe you'll eat each other's flesh to stay alive."

Yan Zhao hugged Qiu Ling's arm and said timidly: "Master, I'm so scared. You must protect me and not let me lose a single hair. Otherwise, I will shave them bald and hang them in the central square for public display!"

Qiu Ling turned her head to look at his handsome appearance with red lips and white teeth, and didn't bother with him.

"Don't worry, there is no place in the entire galaxy that your master cannot go to. Do you believe that I can make his bullet turn a corner?"

Yan Zhao's eyes really sparkled this time, "Master, teach me!"

Qiu Ling pursed his lips and coughed softly, then leaned close to his ear and said a classic line: "To practice this skill, you must castrate yourself first."

Yan Zhao looked at her silently. The cruel wife actually said such words to him. Wasn't he serving her?

Seeing that the master and apprentice were still in the mood to joke around and didn't take them seriously at all, the man with a scar on his face sneered, "Haha, you haven't experienced how fast a bullet is, and it can even turn a corner?

This is simply unbelievable. The bullet flies at such a high speed that it is impossible for it to turn. Whenever the bullet encounters an obstacle, it will either pass through it or be deflected. "

"Why don't you try it?" Qiu Ling chuckled and took out a mirror, shaking it at them. "I heard that villains usually die because they talk too much..."

The bearded man was so angry that he raised his gun and pointed it at Qiu Ling's arm. He was very fast and close, and his shooting skills were always fast, accurate and fierce. Whenever he fired a bullet, it never missed.

However, Qiu Ling only blocked it with a mirror. The bullet did not hit her at all, but bounced back with twice the power.

The bullet penetrated the muzzle of the gun, and before the bearded man could react and throw the gun away, he heard a loud explosion, and one of his hands was blown into a bloody mess, with flesh splattering everywhere!

Qiu Ling had already formed a protective shield, and smiled softly with the corners of his lips curled up: "See, I never lie."