The god carried Ye Zhong to a cave-like room, and under the dim light, his true face was finally revealed.
This is an extremely ugly person, with a ghostly face on his face.
The ghost cultivation that this guy practiced swallowed countless ghosts and made them into one body.
When Mrs. Mei first got involved with this guy, she really didn't know how she could endure such an appearance.
"In my whole life, if my son dies like this, I will never let go of the murderer of my son."
The god lifted his hood, revealing a terrifying and ferocious face.
"Those who killed my son, I will make you live in pain forever. I will train you into puppets, torture you every day, and make your life worse than death.
Lin Xiaodong, just wait for me!"
The god opened his mouth and let out a cry like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.
"Son, I'm sorry for you as a father."
After venting his anger, the god sat on the ground and rubbed Ye Zhong's face, his sadness flowing back into a river.
"No matter how much it costs, I will definitely save you.
Although a puppet has no thoughts, as long as you work hard, even a puppet can live a wonderful life.
I will teach you the skills and help you become immortal!"
The god made up his mind and planned to use his power to bring Ye Chong back to life.
The god took out a talisman, chanted the incantation, and then released it.
This is a messenger talisman. He must have asked the sect for help.
The messenger talisman floated across thousands of mountains and rivers, and came to a palace deep in the mountains and forests.
It was passed directly to a middle-aged man in a high position in the main hall.
This is the Dark Hall, a sect that mainly focuses on ghost cultivators, and its disciples are all ghost cultivators.
They are shady and considered enemies by all spiritual practitioners.
Therefore, when going out for activities, they will wear black robes like gods.
"Palace Master, who is writing this letter?"
Under the main hall, someone asked.
The palace master swept away his mind and extinguished the messenger talisman, saying calmly: "It's a letter from the god. He is in trouble and needs our help!"
"Then let us go. We've been busy lately, so we should just go out and relax."
Two people immediately stood up. They were the hall leader Ye Qi, and the deputy hall leader An Ming.
"What's going on everywhere?
Can’t even the gods handle it?”
The strength of the gods is considered to be top-notch in the Dark Palace, and they have to ask for help from the sect, so the enemy cannot underestimate him.
"The letter stated that his son was killed.
He wants to train his son into a puppet and needs help.
The enemy is not very strong, so dispatching them in one attack is enough.
Listen to my order, Hall Master Ye Qi, Deputy Hall Master An Ming, you will go to Yejiazhuang immediately to help the God. An Ming helps the God train the puppet.
Ye Qi leads a group of elite disciples to kill the enemies of the God of Heaven!"
The palace master gave the order.
Ye Qi and An Ming agreed and set off with ten elite disciples that night.
The two came to Yejiazhuang that morning and met with the god.
"God, the master of the palace has sent us to support you.
Tell me your difficulties!"
Ye Qi and An Ming were both of low status and were equal to the gods, so they did not have any honorific titles.
"Thank you to the two hall masters for coming to support me. The thing is, someone killed my son, and I was left alone and helpless, so I asked the sect for help. I will now spend three days training my son into the strongest puppet, which will consume a lot of money."
Great power.
So I need your help, leave one of you to help me train the puppet.
Another person, please help me catch the murderer, I will train the murderer into a living puppet, torture them every day, and make their life worse than death!"
The god twisted his face and said in a ferocious tone.
"Leave it to me to catch the murderer.
I'm the best at this kind of thing."
An Ming didn't want to waste his energy to help the god train the puppet, so he spoke first.
Ye Qi frowned, feeling a little unhappy, but she didn't object.
"Master Jin Xie An, there are two murderers known so far, one is Ye Fansheng and the other is Lin Xiaodong. They should be together. You should capture them first.
Remember, they must live, I don’t want them to die happily!”
The gods announced the names of Lin Xiaodong and Ye Fansheng.
"What is their strength?"
An Ming asked.
"Ye Fansheng is just a loser who has learned some martial arts, not worth mentioning.
But that Lin Xiaodong, who can kill my guardian beast, should have some strength, you have to be careful about this person!"
The god told An Ming the news he received from Mrs. Mei.
"What's so great about being able to kill guardian beasts? Just wait for my good news. I will definitely help you bring them back!"
Hearing that Ye Fansheng was just an ordinary warrior, An Ming said with disdain.
He completely classified Lin Xiaodong as a person with the same strength as Ye Fansheng.
No matter how powerful you are, if your martial arts is stronger, how powerful can you be?
"Dark Ming, be careful with the Ten Thousand Year Ship, don't embarrass me in the Dark Palace's face."
Ye Qi reminded with a cold face.
"Don't worry, Master, when have I ever let you down?"
An Ming smiled, waved and left the cave.
"Little sister, who offended you so early in the morning?"
In the He family compound, He Feng had just gotten up and saw He Xiaomei sulking and holding a wooden man to vent her anger.
Some people came up to ask strangely.
He Feng and He Zhan went out to Chengdu to do business last night and came back very late.
When I came back, He Xiaomei had already fallen asleep.
Therefore, they still don't know whether He Xiaomei invited Lin Xiaodong to the He family.
"Who else could it be?
Of course it’s that Lin Xiaodong.”
He Xiaomei split the wooden man in half with one sword, wishing that the wooden man on the ground was Lin Xiaodong.
"It means that you failed to invite Lin Xiaodong to He's house?"
"Brother, you don't know.
That boy is so self-righteous. Regardless of our He family's status, it would be an honor to be invited to our house as a guest.
As a result, not only did he refuse, but he even boasted that I was not qualified enough to invite him.
My father has to go and invite him in person.
I’m almost pissed off by him!”
He Xiaomei told He Feng the process of inviting Lin Xiaodong yesterday, adding more details.
He Feng looked confused and smiled bitterly: "Little sister, if I guessed correctly, you probably went to invite Lin Xiaodong with a condescending attitude, right?
Alas, of course you can't do that.
I know that guy Lin Xiaodong very well. He is a person who takes soft things rather than hard ones. I think it is normal for you to have a bad attitude and not invite him!"
"Then you mean, I still have to kneel down and beg him?"
He Xiaomei put her hands on her waist and said angrily.
"At least you have to be polite."
"I personally invited him, isn't that polite enough?
How many people in the world have such treatment?"
He Xiaomei put on an air of dignity and said arrogantly.