Nine Ways Divine Dragon Art

Chapter 55
Although Ling Yun must kill Wang Meier during this trip, things are actually not as simple as Ling Yun imagined.

At the same time, in the Ling family compound, a group of black men in black robes were standing at this moment.

The man in black was masked by a black cloth and couldn't see his face clearly, but the fluctuations released from his body made the messy and other people tremble slightly.

"Meier, tell my father why you haven't handed over the fetish to me for so long?"

In the hall of the Ling family, a middle-aged man with black air all over his body questioned Wang Meier who was kneeling on the ground.

When Wang Meier heard the man in black's questioning voice, her legs trembled slightly in shock, not daring to refute his meaning.

"Father, my daughter has been lurking in Ling's house looking for the fetish, but she has not found the whereabouts of the fetish, so I ask father to punish her."

Wang Meier, whose legs were trembling, spoke to the man in black hesitantly.

However, the middle-aged man did not listen to Wang Meier's explanation, but just let out a ruthless snort.

"Hmph, you have been in ambush for more than ten years, but you haven't found any fetish, and even lost Tian'er's life. What do you want?"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he swung a gust of wind and sent Wang Meier flying backwards.

After Wang Meier spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, she kept kowtowing to the middle-aged man.

"Father, everything is Mei'er's fault. If you want to punish me, punish Meier. Meier only asks you not to hurt Brother Luan."

Although Wang Meier married Linglang with a purpose, her feelings for her were real.

It's just because of a certain reason, Wang Meier can't confide in the mess.

"You are not qualified to say that now. If you can hand over the fetish, you can spare his life as a father, but he must die now."

The middle-aged man's words were extremely cold, and even when he opened his mouth, there was a cold and biting murderous aura.

"No! Father, Meier, I beg you, no matter what you ask me to do, I will promise you, but I only ask you to show your noble hand and let my brother mess up."

Wang Meier cried and begged the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man didn't give up on it.

After about a while, I saw a group of men in black quickly coming into the hall.

"Sovereign Master, there are no fetishes in the ancestral hall of the Ling family, only an old man was captured."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned and thought hard.

"Bring him to see me."

The middle-aged man moved his lips lightly, and said to the black-clothed man kneeling on the ground without anger.

"Yes!" The man in black replied, and retreated respectfully.

After a while, the gray-haired Yun Zhong was brought in under the escort of two men in black.

Looking at the wrinkled Yun Zhong, the middle-aged man looked him up and down, then snorted coldly.

"Say, who are you?"

Yun Zhong, who was at a loss for a moment, was also confused when he was brought into the hall, seeing the messy kneeling on the ground beside him.

He didn't know why these men in black wanted to arrest him, and he didn't understand why Chaos was among the people who were arrested.

So Yun Zhong raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was asking him a question.

"The villain is Yun Zhong, the servant of the Ling family who guards the ancestral hall. What does this lord have to ask?"

Yun Zhong looked at the middle-aged man carefully, not daring to hide a word.

But after hearing Yun Zhong's words, the middle-aged man showed a strange smile.

"Oh! It turns out that the Ling Family Ancestral Hall is guarded by you? Good! Good! Good!"

The middle-aged man said hello three times in a row, and looked at Yun Zhong who was kneeling on the ground again.

"Then, have you ever seen a golden scepter engraved with a dragon pattern in the ancestral hall?"

When the middle-aged man said this, he couldn't help showing a cautious expression, and his eyes were fixed on Yun Zhong.

After Yun Zhong heard the middle-aged man's words, his whole body was shocked and he was taken aback.

Because the middle-aged man's words reminded him of the stick he used as a crutch for Ling Yun.

But Yun Zhong also knew that the middle-aged man was not kind, so he changed his name to praise.

"My lord, I have never seen a scepter engraved with a dragon pattern before."

Yun Zhong originally thought that he could fool him, but he didn't expect that his every move would be watched by the middle-aged man.

"Hmph, how dare you lie to me? Are you tired of work, old man?"

With a loud shout, the middle-aged man smashed a table beside him with his palm, and Yun Zhong, who was kneeling on the ground, was so frightened that his legs trembled.

"My lord, please spare my life. My lord, I have never seen a scepter engraved with a dragon pattern. Please spare my life."

Although Yun Zhong knew that the middle-aged man was not easy to fool, he pretended to beg.

But it was clear that Yun Zhong's entreaties had no effect.

When the middle-aged man heard Yun Zhong's begging, his face gradually became gloomy.

"Hmph, do you still dare to speak hard? Good! Then I can only search for your soul."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he slapped Yun Zhong on the head without waiting for Yun Zhong's reaction.

Immediately!A huge wave of consciousness entered Yunzhong's sea of ​​consciousness, presenting his past memories page by page in front of the middle-aged man like a reader.

When the middle-aged man saw Yun Zhong handing the Kowloon Scepter to Ling Yun, he immediately yelled.

"You really know where the fetish is. Tell me, who is that boy?"

At this moment, Yun Zhong howled in pain, and the words of the middle-aged man could be heard there.

After Yun Zhong screamed loudly for a while, his head tilted and he died.

Seeing that Yun Zhong was dead in his hand, the eyes of the middle-aged man couldn't help becoming slightly angry.

He didn't expect Yun Zhong to be so relentless that he couldn't even survive this little soul-searching power.

So the middle-aged man took a look at Yun Zhong's body and sighed slightly.

But the middle-aged man thought about it in a blink of an eye, and looked at the mess not far away.

"Good son-in-law, come and tell me, who is that young man who lives in the ancestral hall of the Ling family?"

The middle-aged man looked at the mess with a sinister smile, as if he wanted to see through what he was thinking.

However, Ling Luan couldn't help being shocked when he heard the middle-aged man's words, because he knew that the young man living in the ancestral hall was his second son Ling Yun.

So messy gritted his teeth and decided to swear to the death not to tell the middle-aged man.

Because he knew that if Ling Yun's identity was exposed, then Ling Yun would definitely not escape the clutches of the middle-aged man.

So Lingluan glanced at Wang Meier beside him, then turned his gaze to the middle-aged man.

"I don't know who that boy is."

The messy words were obviously a little lacking in confidence. After all, Yun Zhong's soul search was still vivid in his memory, so he couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

But at this moment, Wang Meier, who was on the messy side, yelled loudly.

I saw Wang Meier crawling all the way to the middle-aged man's feet, supporting the middle-aged man's legs with both hands and saying.

"Father, I know who that boy is, but can you promise me one thing?"

(End of this chapter)