Chapter 707： You are Ling Mohan!

As he guessed, there was a loose wooden board under this pile of goods.

Below, there is actually a secret road.

Looking at the dark and crushing stairs under the underpass, Ling Mohan pushed away the surrounding goods and strode down.

The basement is deep and dark.

Every time he took a step, he could hear the harsh footsteps under his feet, even with echoes.

He took out his cell phone from the trench coat and turned on the cell phone flashlight. He walked down and looked at the surroundings.

Until he finished walking a long staircase, the entire appearance of the basement was captured by him.

Here, it seems to be a basement where ordinary goods are placed.

But in this basement, the air was filled with a strong **** rancid smell, and Ling Mohan raised his hand to cover his nose.

Going forward, there are many rooms in the basement.

In the front room, there are countless herbs.

Ling Mohan took a closer look. These herbs were what Bai Liyue took from Ling's Garden last time and said they were poisons that were planted in Ling's Garden.

Unexpectedly, these herbs were transplanted here.

What the woman said was true.

He felt more and more incredible.

Walking to the second room, this room placed a large shelf with countless herbs on the shelf.

In the room, there was not only a strong smell of Chinese medicine, but also a very unpleasant smell of blood.

On the middle table, there is a medicine bottle with the words "Eternal Youth" posted on the medicine bottle.

Ling Mohan raised his hand and opened it to see that there was a blood-red liquid inside.

As the bottle was opened, an extremely pungent fishy smell passed into his nasal cavity.

He quickly turned his face away, put down the medicine bottle and backed up a few steps, covered his mouth with his hand, and resisted not vomiting it out.

When I retreated, I accidentally bumped into the back shelf and knocked down an old book on the shelf.

The book fell on the ground with a "boom" sound.

Ling Mohan leaned over and picked it up, flipping through the medical book.

The above records are all kinds of poisons, and there are all kinds of horrible secret recipes.

One of the secret recipes, after drinking, will have the same symptoms as Ling Wenhua at this time, like a living dead.

Just as Ling Mohan flipped through two pages, a slightly hoarse roar came from the next room.

"Let me out! Wan Qing, I know you are here, you vicious woman! If you don't even let your own son go, you must not die!"

Ling Mohan followed the voice to the door of the innermost room in the basement.

A big lock hung at the door of this room, and inside it came the roar of a man.

Across this door, he could vaguely hear the sound of iron chains hitting, and then a man cursed Wan Qing endlessly.

Ling Mohan stared at the door in front of him with a cold voice: "Who are you?"

The sound of the iron chain crashing and cursing stopped abruptly following Ling Mohan's questioning.

After a while of silence.

The man inside roared: "Mu Jingchen! It's you! You are still alive!"

This voice carries endless anger and hatred.

Ling Mohan was even more puzzled.

Another person named him Mu Jingchen.

He raised his hand and pulled the door lock, trying to see the appearance of the people in this room.

But this big lock is too strong to be opened with bare hands.

Just about to look for tools, Ling Mohan's eyes condensed as he turned around, and his steps stopped.

"You have been following me?"

Mrs. Ling closed her coat, listening to the insults towards her in the front room, her expression did not fluctuate at all, she was obviously used to it.

Two steps closer, she looked at Ling Mohan with a smile.

"Mo Han, you won't have a good rest in your room this night, what are you doing here?"

Ling Mohan's eyes were deep, staring at her closely, and said, "Who is the man shut in here?"

Mrs. Ling chuckled lightly.

"Mo Han, this is the person who murdered you a month ago and caused you to be injured. The reason why Mom kept him here was to avenge you.

Okay, leave him alone, it's late, go back to the room and rest. "

Mrs. Ling said that the clouds were light and windy, and she stretched out her hand to take Ling Mohan's arm.

Ling Mohan stepped back and looked at her vigilantly: "He is your son, right?"

The smile on Mrs. Ling's face gradually disappeared, and her eyes were filled with insidious breath.

"Mo Han, what nonsense are you talking about, go and follow me."

Mrs. Ling tried to pull Ling Mohan's hand.

Ling Mohan's eyes condensed, and a dagger suddenly fell out of the cuff, which hit her neck.

"I'm not Ling Mohan at all, am I?"

Mrs. Ling felt the slight pain in her neck, but smiled.

"Who said that you are not Ling Mohan and Bai Liyue? How many times have you told you that the woman's words are not credible.

Why, now you want to kill your mother because of that woman? Okay, let's do it! "

Mrs. Ling took a step forward, and the blood on her neck gradually became clear.

She looked at Ling Mohan sadly, and said in one sentence: "Mo Han, I really didn't expect that I worked so hard to raise you so old, and now you actually listen to a woman who has only met soon, and you want to kill me!"

Ling Mohan's hand holding the dagger paused.

There was chaos in his mind now. He didn't know who to believe in the words of that woman and his mother.

Seeing him look dazed, Mrs. Ling walked up to him and slowly said in his ear: "Mo Han, think about it, you remember who you are, you are Ling Mohan, my son."

You are Ling Mohan, my son...

These words suddenly felt like a curse in Ling Mohan's mind, causing him to burst into a headache.

boom_

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground, and Ling Mohan propped his hand on the wall, gradually sliding down.

He just felt that his head was about to explode, and he couldn't think of anything in his mind. Only the words Mrs. Ling said just now echoed in his mind over and over again.

"what!"

He raised his head and roared in pain, and after taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly smelled a strong scent on the tip of his nose.

Afterwards, he only felt confused in his consciousness and his eyes blacked out.

Standing next to him, Mrs. Ling smiled coldly, reached out her hand to help Ling Mohan who was unconscious, and walked out of the basement.

Mrs. Ling ignored the constant swearing voice in the basement from beginning to end.

…

Early the next morning.

Bai Liyue had already cooked Master Ling's medicine.

According to her observation, Master Ling's body must have improved after drinking this medicine.

Maybe, he can already try to move.

Bai Liyue filled the boiled medicine into the thermos, and was confident to go to Ling's house.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, Qin Yahan suddenly ran out of it in a panic.

"Liyue, wait, something happened!"

Qin Yahan was wearing silk pajamas with messy hair. He had just gotten up and had not had time to freshen up.

When she ran to Bai Liyue, she held the phone tightly in her hand, panting for breath.

Bai Liyue stretched out her hand and patted her on the back, questioning: "What's the matter, so anxious?"

Qin Yahan ran too eagerly and was a little unhappy, so he squeezed the phone into Bai Liyue's hand: "See it for yourself!"