The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 2183 The members of Tiancheng Ling Family are gone
Mo Sheng staggered in anger, but because he was worried that his little niece didn't look back, he left straight away. Everyone present who witnessed this scene couldn't help laughing.

It took a while for the crowd to disperse. There was no good show to watch, and they couldn't eat melons. Naturally, they went to do their own things.

"Let's go, let's find a place to sit and I'll treat you."

Annoyed by Mo Sen and the others, the air felt a bit fresher. Ge smiled and squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand to say hello, and directly led Wu Xu Shuo Ye, Mu Lingling and the others from the Ling family to a nearby tea house.

Today's competition is a re-examination, and after the re-examination, there will be a final.

If there is enough time, then the finals will be held together this afternoon, if not, then it will be scheduled for tomorrow when the people over there will naturally send a letter to them.

At that time, they will be able to rush back in time if they are closer.

They went to the teahouse on one side, and on the other side, Leng Wuyou, who had not crossed the Soul Devouring Sea for a long time, took the invisible elixir, and after walking around the entire Tiancheng Lingjia, they came to the Tiancheng Lingjia in a fair manner. In the study room, Xiaobai, who also took the invisible elixir, was lying on his shoulders.

But after this journey, Leng Wuyou's brows were always furrowed.

It's not because of anything else, it's just because there is no one in Tian Cheng Ling's family.

In other words, there is no one on the surface, maybe it is hidden in some secret passage, such as a basement or something.

The reason why she thinks this way is because she can feel the breath of someone here.

It's just that this breath is faintly present, as if it has been isolated by something.

"Mother, what are the members of the Tiancheng Ling family doing? They are so mysterious, and now not even a single person is missing."

Xiaobai shook his little head and looked around, his black eyes were whirling around, looking weird.

Leng Wuyou stretched out her hand and patted it on the brain, without saying anything, her black eyes scanned the study room, if there was a basement here, her intuition told her that there was a high probability that the organ would be in the study room.

The study in front of me is neither big nor small.

On the pear wood desk, there are these old books, and behind the desk are bookshelves. The books on the shelves are scattered as if they were taken away by someone. Important books are randomly scattered on the shelves.

Leng Wuyou's eyes stopped on a wall.

This is a large area, and there are traces of things hanging on it, as if a painting or a picture was once hung there.

The layout of the study is so simple and simple
To say that there is some value in it, that is the pot of black orchids in the corner.

It's just that the black orchid has died, leaving only a little greenness at the root, still struggling to take root in the soil, as if wanting to absorb the nutrients in the soil for its own continued growth, but it's a pity that the soil has long been It's done badly, and the nutrients in it have long been gone.

After turning around, he returned to the side of the table case. The pen holder on the table case and the pens inside were also very few.

The most eye-catching thing among them is a special writing brush. At first glance, this writing brush is ordinary, but when you look closely, you can find that there are shallow spiritual fluctuations on this writing brush, and its material is a bit special.

Leng Wuyou reached out his hand, just about to pick up the brush to see what kind of material it was made of, when suddenly his ears moved, as if he heard something, his body shrank subconsciously towards the shadow.

But as soon as she stood up, the door of the study was opened, and it was none other than Ling Kejian who came in.

At this time, Ling Kejian had a lingering yin energy all over his body, and there was also a strong hostility in it. He didn't look like a spiritual cultivator, but rather an evil cultivator.

Those eyes had long since lost their former clarity, and were now covered in blood, and within the blood, there seemed to be something wriggling and moving.

Look carefully, but there seems to be nothing.

(End of this chapter)