C512 Are you sure you didnt talk in your sleep (1/2)

On the ground floor of Ling Long's house, seeing that Taoist Tsinghua had been going upstairs for such a long time, both he and Ling Kecheng started to become nervous. Of course, there were also occasional people coming and going in the small district of the Golden Flower Garden. When they saw a cultivator wearing a pale yellow Daoist robe standing downstairs, they would also get over to take a look out of curiosity, but they left very quickly.

”Great deity, Daoist Master Tsinghua, H-he's fine, right?” Finally, Miao Cuifeng could no longer hold it in and asked.

Although Psychic Huang was also at a loss in his heart, in order to increase Miao Cuifeng's confidence, he still said, ”Madam, don't worry. Nothing will definitely happen. My Martial Uncle's mana is profound, and we also have a treasure protecting us. We will definitely be able to defeat that evildoer upstairs and return your daughter to you! ”

Hearing Psychic Huang's solemn promise, Miao Cuifeng's hanging mood also eased a little.

However, just as the two of them were talking, something strange happened upstairs. First, a miserable howl came from the fourth floor of Ling Long's house, followed by the sound of glass shattering.

Psychic Huang stood downstairs and immediately shouted: ”Not good! Something's happened. ”

The three of them looked up and saw a figure falling down from the fourth floor.

Rumble! Rumble! The figure fell down straight onto the fiery ground. Although the appearance of the person covered in blood had covered his face, both and his wife could still recognize that he was Taoist Tsinghua.

Psychic Huang threw caution to the wind and leapt forward a few times: ”Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle …”

However, at this time, Taoist Tsinghua was no longer able to reply to this junior nephew of his. Because he was already completely dead. Or perhaps it could be said that Taoist Tsinghua was already dead when he was at Ling Long's home, and what was thrown down was only a corpse.

The current Psychic Huang did not care about his reputation anymore, as he laid on the Taoist Tsinghua's corpse and started wailing: ”Martial Uncle, it's me who's the one who's harmed you, it's me who's harmed you!”

Seeing such a tragic scene, both Ling Kecheng and Miao Cuifeng were at a loss. Originally, he didn't believe at all that his own daughter would be possessed by some demon or evildoer, but now it seemed that he had no choice but to believe it as well.

The couple subconsciously looked at the window of their own home, only to see Ling Long's figure flash for a moment, and then disappear. However, with just that one glance, the couple almost collapsed to the ground in fright.

Miao Cuifeng's voice was choked with emotions as she said weakly: ”My daughter, my daughter!”

Holding onto Taoist Tsinghua's corpse and crying for awhile, Psychic Huang's eyes were bloodshot. He shouted upstairs: ”What a demon, Poverty-stricken People will definitely kill you today and avenge my Martial Uncle!”

With that, Psychic Huang rushed like a madman towards the corridor of Ling Long's house.

Seeing that someone had fallen from the sky, the whole area of the Venus Garden was in an uproar. Not long after, an endless stream of people came to watch Ling Long's house from the bottom floor. Some people took photos, while others had already started to call the police. The big guys couldn't help but look at the dead man and sigh in their hearts.

”Sigh, it's only been a few days. There have already been three murders in the district. What a sin!”

”Everyone says that this district is evil. No way, no way. When I go back, I must get our couple to quickly change their house. I can't stay here any longer!”

”That's right, that's right, hurry up and move away. Otherwise, no one knows if the next bad luck will fall on us!”

The sounds of discussion grew louder and louder, and when these voices reached Ling Kecheng and his wife's ears, they felt as terrifying as snow flying in June. It was obviously a sunny day in July, but Ling Kecheng and his wife felt as if they had fallen into a cold cave.

Furthermore, Psychic Huang did not hesitate to attack Ling Long's home. This was already the second time Psychic Huang had visited Ling Long's home. If one were to say that Psychic Huang was slightly nervous the first time, this time was completely different.

After entering, Psychic Huang raised the peach wood sword in his hand, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Ling Long.

”Evil creature, you killed my Martial Uncle. I want to avenge my Martial Uncle!”

With that, the Psychic Huang raised his peach wood sword and pierced towards Ling Long.

Ling Long's face was filled with helplessness, she waved his hand and the peach wood sword in Psychic Huang's hand disappeared.

”Little Taoist, you can go. You are not my opponent at all. ”Why did you risk your life?” Ling Long heaved a sigh of relief.

Towards this Psychic Huang, Ling Long had never shown mercy even once. After all, Ling Long had good intentions and she did not want to hurt the innocent. If not for the evil intentions the Taoist Tsinghua had towards Ling Long, Ling Long might not have killed him.

However, the Psychic Huang did not care about all this, he had already been blinded by hatred. Seeing that the Peach Blossom Sword had been kept, Psychic Huang still did not let go. His body trembled, and without caring about the others, he continued to fly towards Ling Long.

Ling Long was helpless. Her jade-like hand lightly pointed at the air, and those yellow talismans instantly ignited into flames, turning into smoke and disappearing into the air.

The peach wood sword and yellow talisman were both useless against Ling Long, but Psychic Huang still did not give up. Both of his hands changed into fists, and after shouting for awhile, he rushed towards Ling Long.

”I'll kill you!”