Global Selection: Only I Know the Story

"By the way, people are already dead. You swear to make others miserable. Do you think you are Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?" Tianyu snorted coldly, with some disdain.

"This and that."

Ling Shuanghua's eyes lit up, and she seemed to think something made sense.

Many times, people just need an excuse to convince themselves. Although Tianyu's statement is not very clever, it is enough for her.

"After you think about it, pack your luggage and go out. If you are worried, just take your father's spiritual tablet with you. Anyway, your father has never been a good person. He turned around and became angry and chopped up his spiritual tablet and used it as firewood. It’s also possible.”

"My dad. Hey, he is really like this."

Ling Shuanghua seemed to want to refute, but felt it was reasonable.

"But there are many masters from the Longsha Gang outside. Their numbers are powerful and they are extremely powerful. Even though you are a master, I may not be able to stop you. I, a woman, don't know how to do martial arts."

Ling Shuanghua stamped her feet and seemed a little anxious.

"It doesn't matter, you just lead the way. It doesn't matter if your father comes out, I will just meet him."

Tianyu smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I won't kill him this time."

"Forehead?"

Ling Shuanghua simply packed a small cloth bag, put some jewelry and a change of clothes in it, and then followed Tianyu out of the small building nervously.

"who?"

There were two members of the Longsha Gang standing at the door of the small building holding knives. When they saw Tianyu, they shouted loudly at the same time and waved their long knives.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them rubbed their necks without hesitation, and then fell down at the same time, refusing to rest in silence.

"kill!"

Behind the rockery not far away, four figures flashed, rolling or jumping high, and came to Tianyu.

Then the four of them each drew their swords and slashed at their teammates with only offense but not defense.

After a few moves, they naturally fell to the ground and died.

"What are they doing?"

Ling Shuanghua blinked her big eyes, her head filled with question marks.

She had already imagined that Tianyu was a martial arts master who would lead her out in a bloody battle, but she did not expect such a strange scene.

"After they saw you, they felt guilty and felt that they were too useless, so they apologized and committed suicide." Tianyu said calmly.

This is just a low-end use of mental power, and it can probably affect the sanity of those below Silver level.

Now I just have the opportunity to test it out, and it's quite interesting.

"Is that so?" Ling Shuanghua obviously didn't believe it.

"Where is your father's spiritual tablet? Hurry up."

Tianyu casually picked off a few leaves from the willow tree nearby and waved them out.

The leaves turned into sharp swords, shot out of the air, and stabbed the bodies of several secret whistlers. The screams kept ringing out and quickly became quiet again.

"What happened tonight? It's weird."

Ling Shuanghua felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

She picked up the hem of her skirt and trotted all the way to the mourning hall outside the flower hall.

Walking into the mourning hall, the candlelight was dazzling, and these two candles were lit on the table.

In the center of the mourning hall, there was a coffin, which was empty.

There is a spiritual plaque on the table in the mourning hall, with the eight words "spiritual position of my beloved daughter Ling Shuanghua" written on it.

On top, there are several spiritual tablets, which should be the tablets of ancestors of the Ling family. The tablet of Ling Shuanghua's mother is also among them.

"Is it this one?"

Tianyu saw Ling Shuanghua staring at one of the rankings, so he stretched out his finger and tapped it.

An extremely fierce wind blew through the hall, blowing the ranking down and falling into Ling Shuanghua's hands.

"Thanks!"

Ling Shuanghua was obviously in a complicated mood. She smiled bitterly and stuffed the spiritual tablet into the package.

"Let's go."

Tianyu looked at the coffin reserved for Ling Shuanghua, and his heart moved slightly.

"okay."

The two packed up everything they needed to pack, then stood up to leave.

At this moment, dozens of figures impromptuly appeared, each holding a torch, guarding outside the mourning hall.

Firelight flashed in the four corners of the courtyard, making the courtyard extremely bright.

There was a cold snort, and a middle-aged man in his forties walked into the courtyard.

The man was dressed luxuriously, had a strong look on his face, and looked very elegant.

Before Tianyu could say anything, four men strode forward and came to Tianyu. Their swords intertwined and faintly formed a formation.

The remaining dozens of soldiers in the courtyard put down their torches, took out their swords and surrounded them.

Tianyu sighed and unleashed his violent mental power unbridled.

The huge coercion spread, and the sound of weapons falling to the ground continued to sound. Before everyone could rush to Tianyu, they all knelt on the ground.

In an instant, only Tianyu and the Ling family's father and daughter were left standing in the yard.

"Prefect Ling is good at martial arts."

Tianyu glanced at Ling Tuisi and praised him.

His mental power deliberately avoided Ling Shuanghua. Ling Tuisi was not affected, so his strength was obviously pretty good.

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Ling Shuanghua looked at the trembling crowd kneeling on the ground and fell into deep thought.

"Kill or not?" Tianyu glanced at Ling Shuanghua and asked.

"If possible, forget it." Ling Shuanghua was silent for a moment and said.

"Okay, let's go then." Tianyu didn't bother to look at Ling Tuisi from beginning to end.

Ling Shuanghua nodded, stepped forward, walked around the kneeling man, and walked past Ling Tuisi towards the door.

"Bitch!"

When the two passed by each other, a cold light suddenly flashed in Ling Tui Si's eyes, and he slapped Ling Shuanghua's forehead with one palm.

In mid-air, his palm power was released, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

"Ah?"

Ling Shuanghua widened her eyes and looked at the murderous intent in Ling Tui Si's eyes with some disbelief.

"Prefect Ling, you'd better save these little thoughts."

Tianyu's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Ling Tui Si as if teleporting.

Then he stretched out his right hand and slapped it lightly.

As soon as the two palms touched, Tianyu smiled slightly and suddenly pressed.

Ling Tui Si snorted in confusion, his body flew off the ground, flew into the mourning hall, broke the lid of the coffin, fell in, and blood flowed.

Ling Tui Si snorted coldly, propped up his body, and showed a resentful look on his face.

Suddenly, he smelled a faint floral scent in his nose, and a slight numbness came from his whole body.

Ling Tuisi's breath suddenly disappeared for no apparent reason, and he fell into the coffin involuntarily.

The next moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and the resentment on his face turned into an expression of extreme fear. His whole face was distorted to the extreme, but he couldn't say a word.

"Dad is not right, what happened to him?" Ling Shuanghua said in surprise.

"Nothing, maybe because he broke your coffin and twisted his waist." Tianyu said casually.