C512 Are you sure you didn't talk in your sleep

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!"

Ling Long looked at Psychic Huang, she still did not have the thought of killing him. With a casual point of her finger, a ray of light shone down from above Psychic Huang's head, trapping him in a circle of light.

Psychic Huang resisted with all his might, his fists kept hitting the halo, his voice hoarse as he roared: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, you monster!"

But no matter how much the Psychic Huang resisted, he was unable to break through the defense under Ling Long's finger.

Psychic Huang struggled, cried, and painfully: "I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

Ling Long still stood by Psychic Huang's side with a cold and detached expression. She only let out a soft sigh.

After tormenting himself for an unknown amount of time, Psychic Huang finally exhausted and sat down on the ground. The pair of resentful eyes were still staring straight at Ling Long, the voice roared crazily: "Monster, kill me if you have the ability, why don't you kill me? Poverty-stricken People might have a low level of mana, but he isn't someone that you can play around with, come, let us have a good fight, I'm not afraid of you!"

While roaring, Psychic Huang's voice had already begun to tremble and despair.

However, Ling Long said with a look of disdain: "I won't kill you, you don't deserve to die!"

Hearing Ling Long's words, the Psychic Huang was stunned for a long time before laughing wildly, "No need to die, hehe, no need to die, in the hearts of you monsters, are there still people who do not deserve to die? "What a joke, it's simply the biggest joke in the world."

"Those who commit evil should die. Those who don't commit evil should die. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Psychic Huang stood up abruptly, and bellowed with all his might: Then what about my Martial Uncle, why did you kill him, why did you kill him?

"Of course he deserves to die!" Ling Long said casually: "As a cultivator, if you don't cleanse yourself, then force me to return with him, make me serve him, become his dao companion, if such a lecherous person doesn't die, then who should die?"

"This …"

With regards to Ling Long's words, Psychic Huang was unexpectedly unable to refute them for a while. Although from the bottom of his heart, Psychic Huang felt that it was inappropriate for him to form a dao companion with a demon, the Psychic Huang's thoughts were merely that there was a difference between demons and humans. As for the rights and freedoms of the demons, that was not his concern.

Fortunately, this awkward conversation did not continue, and suddenly, a series of knocks sounded out at Ling Long's door.

"Hello, we are the police, investigating the fall case, please open the door!"

A crisp female voice sounded from outside the door, followed by a few whispers.

Ling Long stared blankly for a moment, then smiled slightly and walked to the door with large strides. She then turned around and waved her hand to release the Psychic Huang's imprisonment, only then did she open the door.

A man and a woman were standing at the door. There were also quite a few onlookers, of course.

Seeing that the one who opened the door was a beautiful sixteen or seventeen year old girl, the leading policewoman immediately smiled and said: "Hello, student. I'm the deputy captain of the Criminal Police Division, Mo Lan.

Ling Long did not speak, but turned and gestured for Mo Lan to come in.

With Mo Lan in front and the policeman following behind, the two of them entered Ling Long's house. However, as soon as they entered the door, they saw a cultivator dressed in a light yellow Daoist attire. The two of them were astonished.

Mo Lan pointed at Psychic Huang and asked, "Student, is he you, your friend?"

Ling Long shook her head: "No, big sister police officer, he came with the dead!"

"Huh?" Mo Lan was immediately puzzled, and couldn't help but size up the Psychic Huang. She thought to herself: That's not right, if these two were together, why would one of them fall to his death downstairs, and another one would actually stand there perfectly fine? Something didn't seem right!

In front of the police, although Psychic Huang was clenching his fists tightly, he did not have the impulse to attack Ling Long again. After all, if he took action now, he was afraid that even a hundred mouths would not be able to explain himself. So no matter how much hatred he harbored, Psychic Huang could only hold it in.

Ignoring the suspicious figure of the Psychic Huang, Mo Lan merely asked Ling Long, "Student, can you tell me what happened just now? Why would someone fall from your building? "

Faced with Mo Lan's question, Ling Long seemed to have been prepared for a long time: "Big Sister Police, that person just now said that he is a Daoist from Mao Mountain. However, this fellow is a pervert, and was aroused by lust. After entering the door, she tried to rape me, but was accidentally pushed down the stairs by me! "

Ling Long's tone was cold, without any signs of panic after being raped.

However, when the Psychic Huang at the side heard Ling Long's words, he could not control his emotions and erupted once again. He pointed at Ling Long and roared angrily: "Demon, my Martial Uncle has already died, and you still sully his name.

After saying that, the Psychic Huang turned to Mo Lan and the other male police officers and said: "Two police officers, you must not believe her.

Mo Lan had an expression of helplessness, but that male officer seemed to have heard a huge joke. She looked at Psychic Huang on the left, then looked at Ling Long on the right, and smiled mockingly: "This is obviously a human, Spirit demon? Are you sure you didn't say anything in your sleep? "