Chapter 133

"Ling... Miss, isn't that... Not so good?"

The bodyguard's words stuttered. God, are you sure you're not saving him? The man's wounds are gone.

"Nothing." If we don't cure him temporarily, how can I ask him to draw a map for me.

You can't say it from your mouth. Body language is OK.

The people on the ground slowly got up and scared the people around them to take a step back.

He stood up like a puppet, his eyes a little dull.

Lingqing loves his soul power. It's so painful to waste it here.

Her breath with her own soul power, when put on him, he would only notice the pain of being burned by the fire.

This is what she let him see on purpose, so he will think that he just set a fire to him. At the moment of burning, he will subconsciously think that only this scene will leave an area in his mind.

Her soul power will take advantage of emptiness to control his thinking and give him instructions.

"Get the pen and paper."

The bodyguard didn't know why she wanted the pen and paper, but still asked someone to take it.

"No matter what happens, don't talk."

Everyone looked at each other and said, "yes."

Lingqing put the pen and paper in front of her. She released her hand and the pen appeared in the air.

As if there was some force to push, the pen and paper floated slowly towards the people in the middle.

The bodyguard was surprised. He turned around and was relieved. There are such people in the black market. They can float objects.

"Take it."

The voice of Lingqing is more penetrating than that just now, which seems to be able to directly control people's behavior.

The man in the middle picked up the pen clumsily.

"Draw the deepest secret in your heart, draw what you want to take, draw your past..."

He seemed to be grabbed and clumsily painted on the floating paper.

One by one, the lines seem to have vitality. Although they are messy, we can still see what they are.

In fact, there is resistance in his mind, but the power to control himself is too strong, even if he is not willing, he can only continue.

"What are you doing at Li's?"

New traces appear under the pen.

"What have you got?"

But he didn't move. After a while, he drew something.

"The man behind you?"

Everyone looked forward to seeing him take the pen to draw something on the paper, but only half of it, he fell like a twitch.

After a while, there was no sound. Lingqing seemed to be hit by something, and he stepped back and staggered.

"Is this being backfired?"

"To see if he's alive?"

The bodyguard ran up to check his breath and shook his head to Lingqing.

Then he picked up the pen and paper that had just fallen from the ground and gave it to her.

Ling Qing took it and found that there was a lot of useful information.

Unfortunately, the final answer is not complete.

It should be controlled by someone behind the scenes. As long as it is revealed, all life will be drained and secrets will be kept.

Ling Qing looks at the trace on the paper, can't help wondering.

Why is this place so familiar? Where they train? It's like a training ground with Lingjia.

It can't be true.

She put away the paper and said, "tomorrow I'll tell you what your husband got."

"That man is cremated!"

If it's really cultivated by the method of Lingjia, I'm afraid to die. As long as the cultivated person is there, as long as he wants to, then this person will become a puppet and continue to be used by him.

But Lingjia never used such means.

"Yes, we will."

Ling Qing walked out of the dungeon, the moon hanging high in the sky outside, and she felt uncomfortable when she thought of the rhyme and soul written on the paper.

Do they want the spirit of Feiyun? But what are you doing here?

She couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think about it at all.

When the spirit leans back, he sees the man waiting for her at the door.

It suddenly occurred to her that she might smell of blood.