"To be honest, I don't understand." The old ghost said doubtfully: "You can obviously kill everyone in the Ye family easily, but why don't you do that?"

"Killing the Ye family directly would make it too easy for them?"

The young man gritted his teeth and said: "I want the Ye family to go through everything my family has suffered. I want them to be persecuted by more powerful forces, leaving them with nothing, and letting them collapse mentally and physically!"

"So you chose the domineering Juexingying, attracted him here, and let Ye Qing come into contact with him?"

"That's right!" The young man said happily: "When they get familiar with each other, I only need to use a little mental suggestion, and Ye Qing will anger him. With Juexingying's domineering attitude, he will definitely attack the Ye family."

"At that time, Ye Qing must have been in despair. It was just a mental suggestion. He was very sober, but he just couldn't control his temper. Then because of his temper, the Ye family suffered a disaster. Think about it,

How miserable and desperate he would be at that time!"

"What a boring idea!" The old ghost muttered and continued to ask: "What about Mo's family? Why didn't you kill that Mo Changsheng's family? Is it really because of your little girlfriend's last words?"

"How is that possible?" The young man sneered: "Have you not discovered that Mo Changsheng's weakness is his family? Whether it is Jue family or Fujiwara Ryosuke, among the people I know, they are the most suitable and most capable.

It is possible to kill him, but it is not safe."

"According to your statement, in today's world, monks can only reach the level of pseudo-foundation at most. And obviously, Mo Changsheng is at this level. It will not be easy for Juejie and Fujiwara Ryosuke to deal with him!"

After saying this, the young man shook his hands and shot out a ball of bloody flames, turning Wu Kailun's mummy into ashes: "This flaw cannot be left behind."

"Okay, Mo Changsheng should be arriving soon, it's time for you to get to work! Hurry up, all the blood essence of an innate second-level grandmaster is enough for you to use stronger mental attacks!"

"What an unlovable boy!" The old ghost muttered dissatisfiedly, but he still started to act according to his wishes.

After the young man drained Wu Kailun's blood, his slightly blood-colored skin turned pale again, and the blood-colored light burst out from his eyes. At the same time, an old voice that was completely inconsistent with his appearance came from

There was a sound in his mouth.

"Blood energy curse, mental confusion!"

A spiritual ripple that was invisible to the naked eye, centered on the young man's brain, spread out mysteriously.

The range of this spiritual attack was very large, covering the entire Li Residence. All the people staying in the Li Residence were unknowingly plotted against.

Using this blow, the old ghost seemed to have consumed a lot of energy, and he gasped:

"Come on, these people will have hallucinations soon. They will think that all this is Mo Changsheng's conspiracy. When he shows up here later, he won't be able to get rid of it even if he jumps into the Yellow River."

The young man nodded excitedly and left here quickly.

Where darkness shrouded the battle, the battle continued, but the scene of the battle was very strange.

Whether they were members of the Wuliang Sect or the men in black who came to attack, including Jue Xingying, Fujiwara Ryosuke and others, they were all desperately fighting against real or fake opponents.

The old ghost attached to the young people had already made them insane with a mental attack.

When Mo Changsheng arrived at Li's house, what he saw was a scene of corpses strewn everywhere.

As soon as he walked into Li's house, he saw Yang Wuying's body, and his heart suddenly shivered.

"Isn't this person the great master who accompanied Li Xiaochao? How could he die here? Could it be that that guy killed him?"

"A master at the master level died like this without even putting up much resistance. The person who did it was at least the so-called venerable state."

Thinking of this, Mo Changsheng quickly searched deep into Li's house.

Along the way, there were traces of the aftermath of the war everywhere, and at intervals, several bodies would be lying on the ground.

Most of the corpses were men in black wearing black scarves and masks, and a small number were middle-aged men and women wearing normal clothes. However, the only one he had seen was Yang Wuying.

Soon, Mo Changsheng found the meeting hall where the Wuliang Sect members had been.

Outside the meeting hall, blood flowed like a river. Most of the dozen or so grandmasters of Wuliang Sect died here. In addition to these people, many people brought by Fujiwara Ryosuke and Juexingying also died. Of course, the most among them were,

Those same men in black.

Mo Changsheng sensed it and couldn't find any trace of living people. After a hasty search, he walked into the meeting hall.

The assembly hall had obviously experienced a great battle and was badly damaged.

"It seems like these people are here just for these two paintings and calligraphy. Why do they really come here?"

Mo Changsheng found a small fragment of the "Luoshen Lingbo Picture" from the hand of a corpse. After searching carefully, he found more fragments.

Unfortunately, the war was so fierce that most of the two paintings and calligraphy were destroyed. Less than one fragment could be found, and most of them were destroyed in the war.

Mo Changsheng shook his head, sighed, and gradually frowned:

"But the question is, who is the person who sent me the message? Judging from the tone, this person should know me and has a grudge against me. Who can it be?"

Mo Changsheng thought hard for a long time, but still had no clue. He searched carefully again, but still couldn't find any survivors, so he had no choice but to leave here.

Not long after Mo Changsheng left, the young man came to Li's house again.

"Hey, I've only left this world for more than two hundred years, and I didn't expect that so many interesting things would appear."

The young man took out several mobile phones from a hidden corner of Li's house. After checking them for a while, he smiled with satisfaction.

"With these things, that guy really couldn't clean himself up even if he jumped into the Yellow River."

I carefully selected a mobile phone, stuffed it under a corpse at the door, then carefully arranged it, and left here again.

Mo Changsheng didn't know that after he left Li's house, someone would come back again, and he didn't know that his visit to Li's house had been filmed by someone interested.

At this moment, he was looking at his phone with a frown on his face. The screen of his phone was completely black. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't turn it on.

"It's over, the battery is out again!"

Mo Changsheng muttered in an extremely depressed tone, trying desperately to recall the address Wen Qingyan sent him in the afternoon.
Chapter completed!