Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

She wanted to use his brother to threaten him!

"There's no one I care about."

Jing Li lowered her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression. The thunder was still rumbling in the air, drowning out her nonchalant voice.

"Can you tell me?"

Her patience was wearing thin. Ten thousand years ago, she could have calculated some clues about these things.

However, now that spiritual energy is depleted, divination is something that consumes spiritual and mental energy. The more important the thing being divined, the more spiritual and mental energy is consumed in the divination.

She had her own intuition, which told her that this matter concerning the formation was not simple.

This feeling is like that of the bronze statues in the Forbidden Mountain.

After pondering for a while, he lay down on the ground in a slacking manner.

Looking at the sky, he was bewildered, his eyes reflecting the heavy shadows of lightning.

Her long hair cascaded down the ground like a waterfall, but it smelled unpleasant, very fishy, ​​with the unique stench of fresh blood.

"This was given to me by my master." After a long while, he managed to utter these words with difficulty.

As if betraying his faith, his expression was pained, and he spoke slowly and deliberately, "Master is very powerful. He adopted us when we were young."

After he finished speaking, he seemed relieved, and looked up at Jing Li, saying, "I don't know anything else. I don't know either if you ask me. Even if I die, my brother won't know anything else."

"Huide?!"

“Hmm.” Bianling wasn’t surprised that she knew his master was Huide.

After all, she knew her younger brother, and her master's name was a living advertisement for Jinzhen Temple.

Jingli's eyes were unfathomable; she couldn't figure out who Huide was.

That's why she wanted Si Yan to take her to meet him.

When I was researching, I couldn't find a picture of this person.

There are many comments online, but not a single photo has been circulated publicly.

Ordinary people could never see Huide, and she couldn't break in using illegal means, as that wouldn't be in keeping with her ancestor's status.

Of course, she did pay a proper deposit to enter this escort service.

Hui De is mysterious and unpredictable, and he only appears among high-ranking officials or extremely wealthy people.

She is currently just an ordinary college student.

They won't see her.

She needs to become a legal citizen, go back to finish her university studies, and live a happy life.

To fulfill the original owner's wishes.

Thinking of this, Jing Li looked at her arm again. The cut was still lying there quietly, showing no signs of disappearing.

It seems the situation over there hasn't been completely resolved yet.

Let's talk about it when we get back to China.

There's something she needs to confirm.

According to online sources, Huide is 88 years old, but judging from the faces of the two brothers, it is clear that their master is 28 years old.

How old is your master?

"Age?" Bian Ling found it strange; why would anyone ask such an obvious question?

Eighty-eight.

Having already confessed everything, there was no need to hide anything that needed to be made public.

"Okay. You can go now."

Jingli let him go.

Upon hearing this, Bian Ling paused, surprised. "Why did you let me go?"

Why won't I let you go?

The girl asked in surprise, "Murder and disposing of the body is troublesome. Since you answered obediently, it saves me some effort."

She didn't want to dispose of the body.

She doesn't care if someone else kills her, but if she kills someone herself, she'll definitely dispose of the body; a person can't leave behind evidence.

My head is spinning from trying to figure out what to do, "..."

"???"

He didn't quite understand this person's thoughts. If it were him, he would never leave someone who wanted to kill him alive. Eliminating the root of the problem was something he often did.

After a long pause, he finally managed to stammer out, "What exactly do you have on you?"

He did not expect Jing Li to be able to answer the question.

He slowly sat up, took out his phone, and wanted to call his assistant.

It seemed like a casual question, but unexpectedly, Jing Li answered it: "The evil spirits you're talking about!"

His intuition was correct; she was possessed by evil spirits, two of them at that.

Although Qin Ruolan, who had been summoned by her to do something, had temporarily left her, the aura she left behind after lingering on her for so long would not disappear in a short time.

With a condition like hers, most people would have died long ago.

No one can survive under such yin energy for so long.

Moreover, Qin Ruolan is not an ordinary ghost; she is a vengeful ghost whose malevolent energy has not yet been cleansed.

The heavy yin energy emanating from her could easily be mistaken for an evil spirit.

It wouldn't be a problem for an ordinary person to determine that she is an evil spirit.

Bian Ling stood up, looking at her in surprise. It took him a while to regain his balance before he said in a natural tone, "You're raising a ghost?"

In the wealthy communities of Dinyi, almost everyone keeps a ghost child.

However, if you raise this thing well, you can become rich.

If they are not properly cared for, and something goes wrong, it can lead to the destruction of families and even death. Even government officials here have done such things.

Finally, because of the unrest at home, they sought help from their master.

Then I had to pay a huge price to get rid of that brat.

Later, he learned that the little devil was actually a gift from his master, but no one knew what his master's purpose was.

No one could guess what he was thinking.

No one could question his decision; all he knew was that Jinzhen Temple's reputation had grown increasingly stronger over the past decade.

And Deny became even wealthier...

His status rose steadily.

"You could say the same thing."

Jingli waved her hand impatiently, wanting him to leave; she was practically telling him to get lost.

Bian Ling looked conflicted and hesitated to act, her eyes fixed on Yun Qi's direction.

There seemed to be some resentment.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, his lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately didn't utter a word.

That was his Buddhist robe.

That kid got off easy!

He had almost completely drained the spiritual energy inside; it was unknown how long it would take for it to regenerate.

The spiritual energy contained within Buddhist robes can be automatically replenished over time.

Ordinary people can only use objects to absorb the spiritual energy within them and convert it into spiritual power; they cannot directly absorb the spiritual energy in the air.

However, the smooth, yellowish-glowing Buddhist robe now appeared somewhat dull.

He clenched his fingers, then released them repeatedly, as if he had made a huge decision. "Give me the Buddhist robe, and I will tell you how to remove the Gu worms."

He believed the girl would switch places with him.

The result was a decisive "No."

This shattered his plans.

"???"

Bian Ling was not only angry, but also very confused. "Why not? Do you really want to see his life tied to mine?"

Jing Li paused, crossed her arms, and turned to look at him. "You're really naive."

Bianling: "...?"

He still couldn't understand the meaning behind her words.

"How can your life be compared to his?"

Jing Li's voice was firm and resolute: "Even if you die, he won't die!"

She looked at Yun Qi again, her gaze calm, "The Gu worms are of no importance to him."

She couldn't see through Yun Qi's secret either; the tiny Gu worm lost its effect the moment it entered his body.

Even if that person died ten thousand times, it wouldn't affect Yun Qi at all.

He probably won't die until his time comes.

You owe me a lot of money.

Jing Li pulled off the Buddhist robe, stared at Yun Qi for a while, and then effortlessly hugged Yun Qi in a princess carry.

Bian Ling's jaw almost dropped to the ground, and the corners of his mouth twitched incessantly.

Meeting this kind of woman, I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck.