Chapter 2183 The members of the Tiancheng Ling family are gone

Mo Sheng was so angry that he staggered, but because he was worried about his little niece, he did not look back and left directly. Everyone present who witnessed this scene couldn't help laughing.

It took a while for the crowd to disperse. There was no good show to watch and nothing to eat. They naturally went about their own business.

"Come on, let's find a place to sit and I'll treat you."

After Mo Sen and the others were pissed off, and the air felt a little fresher, Ge Xiao narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to say hello, and took Wu Xu Shuoye, Mu Lingling and the others from the Ling family directly to a nearby teahouse.

Today's competitions are re-examinations, and after the re-examinations are over, there will be a final.

If there is enough time, then the finals will be held this afternoon. If there is not enough time, then it will be scheduled for tomorrow. Someone over there will naturally send a message to them.

When the time comes, they can get back in time if they are closer.

On one side, they went to the tea house, and on the other side, Leng Wuyou, who had not long crossed the Soul-Eating Sea, took the invisible elixir, and after walking around the entire Tiancheng Ling family, he came to the Tiancheng Ling family openly.

In the study room, Xiaobai, who had also taken the invisible elixir, was lying on his shoulder.

But all the way down, Leng Wuyou's brows were always furrowed.

It's not because of anything else, just because there is no one in Tiancheng Ling's family.

In other words, there is no one on the surface, maybe it is hidden in some secret passage, such as a basement or something.

The reason why she thinks so is because she can feel the presence of someone here.

It's just that this breath is vague, as if it's been cut off by something.

"Mom, what are the people from the Chengling family doing today? It's mysterious. Not even a single person is missing now."

Xiaobai shook his little head and looked around, his dark eyes moving around, looking weird.

Leng Wuyou reached out and patted it on the head without saying anything. Her dark eyes scanned the study. If there was a basement here, her intuition told her that there was a high probability that the mechanism would be here in the study.

The study room in front of me is neither big nor small.

On the pearwood desk, there are ancient books, and behind the desk are bookshelves. The books on the shelves are scattered, as if someone has taken away a lot of them, leaving only a few.

Important books are scattered randomly on the bookshelf.

Leng Wuyou's gaze stopped on a wall.

This is a large area of ​​space, and there are traces of things hanging on it, as if a painting or some other picture had been hung there.

The layout of the study is so simple and simple

If there is some value in this, it is the pot of ink orchids in the corner.

It's just that this ink orchid has died, leaving only a little green at the roots. It is still struggling to take root in the soil, seeming to want to absorb the nutrients in the soil for its continued growth. Unfortunately, the soil has long since

It's so dry that the nutrients inside are gone.

I turned around and returned to the desk again. There were only a few pens in the pen holder on the desk.

The most eye-catching thing among them is a special writing brush. At first glance, this writing brush looks ordinary, but when you take a closer look, you can find that there are shallow spiritual fluctuations on this writing brush, and its material is a bit special.

Leng Wuyou reached out and was about to pick up the brush to see what material it was made of. Suddenly his ears twitched, as if he heard something, and his body subconsciously shrank toward the shadows.

As soon as she stood up, the door to the study room was opened, and the person who came in was none other than Ling Kexiang.

At this time, there was a lingering yin energy all over Ling Keji's body, and there was also a strong aura of hostility in it. He looked more like an evil cultivator than a spiritual cultivator.

Those eyes, which had long lost their former clarity, were now covered in blood, and something seemed to be squirming and moving in the blood.

Look carefully, but there seems to be nothing.
Chapter completed!