Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

   Chapter 108

  Cheng Ling finished the bet with Xiao Man, and then quietly left the Shi family.

   Now that Mu Sanniang and the others are determined to be safe, there is no need for her to stay in the Shi family.

   I'd better go back to Cheng's house, in case there are any further changes over there.

   After half an hour, Cheng Ling returned to Cheng's house, and then an unexpected change actually happened.

   Cheng Ling, who returned to the back door of Cheng's house, found that the body of the killer who had fallen by the door was gone!

  The door was empty, and if it weren't for the fact that there was still a pool of blood on the ground, Cheng Ling would have suspected that the experience just now was a fantasy.

  The body is gone, so what about Wu Yun?

  Cheng Ling looked up and saw that Wu Yun was still sitting on the wall next to the door, holding the eaves with one hand, looking at Cheng Ling timidly.

   "Teacher, Master!" Wu Yun shouted tremblingly.

   Cheng Ling saw that his face and lips were white, his eyes were sluggish, and the whole person seemed to be greatly frightened, and immediately jumped up the wall. She carried Wu Yun by the collar and brought him down and put him on the ground.

   Wu Yun's legs and feet were weak. If Cheng Ling hadn't helped him quickly, he would have collapsed to the ground immediately.

  Cheng Ling frowned slightly and said, "What happened to you?"

  Wu Yun said in a trembling voice, "Master, I, I... disciple, the disciple just saw the cow head and horse face!"

What?

  Cheng Lingdun realized that the body of the killer on the ground disappeared, and Wu Yun claimed that he had seen a bull's head and a horse's face, which must be related.

   "You must have read it wrong." Cheng Ling's voice was calm and he spoke slowly, "Where in this world do you come from? Don't talk nonsense about ghosts and gods."

This denial was effective. Wu Yun immediately became excited. The sluggishness just now dissipated. He subconsciously retorted Cheng Ling loudly: "No, master! I really saw it with my own eyes just now. Not long after you left, a bull head appeared. People suddenly appeared in the alley..."

Wu Yun stretched out his hand and gestured: "He, he is so tall! A head taller than his disciples, with a huge iron chain dragging his hand. When he walks, dong, dong, dong! There is also an echo! That voice Disciples can't describe it, but ordinary people walking, definitely can't make such a sound."

   "He tied the corpse on the ground with iron chains, and swung it onto his shoulders. It was so light that the corpse seemed to lose its weight."

   "This must be the ox head and horse noodles!" Wu Yun said with a trembling voice, "If it weren't for the ox head and horse noodles, how could anyone in the world do this?"

   He has become stubborn, and the whole person has fallen into a great terror that cannot be escaped.

   After his description, Cheng Ling also seemed to see a picture of ghosts and gods walking around at night and collecting dead bodies.

  This picture is dark and dark, mysterious and bizarre. In such a late night, Wu Yun is just an ordinary market boy with little knowledge, so how can he not be confused by such a picture?

   Not to mention Wu Yun, in fact, listening to Wu Yun's description, Cheng Ling felt a chilling fear for a moment.

   Of course, she quickly got rid of this fear, and made some inferences about it: the so-called burial of the head of the bull, could this actually be a method of Tingyu Xiaoge? This organization is too mysterious, and Cheng Ling is not sure how deep the water is.

  Cheng Ling just suddenly touched the bag at his waist and found a piece of climbing rope.

  The rope was in her hands, she shook her hand suddenly, and the climbing rope charged like a snake, instantly entangling Wu Yun.

   Wu Yun exclaimed: "Master!"

  Cheng Ling tied Wu Yun with a rope, picked him up lightly, threw him on his shoulders, and led him into the back door of Cheng's house.

After    entered the door, Cheng Ling threw Wu Yun to the ground again, Wu Yun let out an "Ouch" and rolled to the ground, then quickly turned over and got up.

  Cheng Ling said: "In my hands, you have no weight. What? Do you still think that no one in this world can do this?"

  Wu Yun:…

   He was a little embarrassed, and he was speechless for a while, but the look in Cheng Ling's eyes became more and more reverent, and there was even more yearning in the reverence.

  Yes, what does it mean to carry a corpse lightly? Why is it beyond human reach?

  Master is carrying him, isn't he also fluttering?

   Wu Yun was overwhelmed, and his movements to get up were more agile.

   When the sky was bright, the diligent Wu Yun just cleaned up the bloodstains by the back door. Cheng Ling had changed his mind and decided not to report to the officials, so there was no need to protect this "killing scene" anymore.

  Wu Yun returned to Wu's house after cleaning up the ground. Cheng Ling went back to his room, lit the candle, and took out the "killer diary" that he had collected earlier.

  Cheng Ling is now very curious about this killer's diary. The truth behind Feng Yu Xiaoge, I wonder if this diary can be answered?

   Opened the diary, but Cheng Ling found that each page was very simple, often just a few short sentences.

   "I killed the first person, my comrade. It doesn't feel like killing someone, anyway, I will die sooner or later."

The first entry of   's diary is just such a sentence.

   But Cheng Ling got a very valuable piece of information at the end of the diary: the ninth year of Mingtai.

  Mingtai is the era name of the Wei Kingdom!

   The killer who died was a person from the Wei country?

   Or, the mysterious Wind and Rain Pavilion came from Wei State?

  The ninth year of Mingtai corresponds to the seventh year of Jiande, and now, it is exactly the eleventh year of Jiande.

  Cheng Ling continued to read, the second diary was recorded like this:

   "They said, you don't need to pay attention to weapons when killing people. Hidden weapons are more important than my knives. But I still prefer to use knives. I don't want to listen to them."

The year recorded after    is the tenth year of Mingtai.

   Turn over again, the third diary:

   "The person I killed today was called the number one talent in Jiangdong, but I also killed him with one knife, but that's it."

  Jiangdong refers to the lower reaches of Shenchuan, east of Linjiang, which belongs to the territory of Qi.

   This killer who used the Wei Dynasty name killed another Qi people.

  The fourth diary: "Killing is not tasteful, but killing with a knife is tasteful. I killed five people on the list of outstanding people from the bottom up."

   is signed in the eleventh year of Mingtai.

  The fifth diary: "There seems to be a problem with the top ranking list. Why do I have to kill Qi people?"

   is still in Mingtai's eleventh year.

   Cheng Ling felt a deeper chill from this passage.

  The sixth diary: "Today, I killed ten, and there is nothing to pick on the list of outstanding people."

   Signed, Mingtai twelve years.

  The seventh diary: "I decided to kill Yu Shura today. I heard that he killed King Linhai. It was so powerful. Maybe today is my death date. Will Niu Tau Ma Mian come to collect my corpse?"

   Seeing this, Cheng Ling's hand while looking at the diary paused slightly, and suddenly felt a kind of speechless absurdity.

   After a while, she continued to turn back. And behind, no more.

  The seventh diary is the last diary of the killer. He foresaw his own death, and he was indeed killed by Cheng Ling.

   Sorry guys. During this period of time, the author has been too busy, not to mention all kinds of trivial matters in life, and have to pack and move thousands of miles away. The whole person is almost tired and stupid, covering his face. There is only one update today. After a few days of work, I will settle it down, and I will give you more compensation. Thank you for your support, bow~

   (end of this chapter)