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Chapter 285

Huang Hao exclaimed and was about to chase him, but was caught by Lin Meng at the door and sent back.

"Don't go, let him take everything. If you go, it will take him on the road. If you cry again, you will have a headache. Just wait here.

"Wow!"

Huang Hao reacted unknowingly, stood obediently beside Lin Meng, scratched his head and said: "I just cried, my eyes are still swollen, why are you crying again?".

Little did he know that this time the first person of the Yuan family was dead, as were the plants, animals, and animals, and there were no living things at all except for the three surprised black men.

Lin Meng, who had witnessed all this, was also very depressed.Despite his efforts to control his intense anger, his speech was harrowing and intimidating.Observer Huang Hao was a little nervous and couldn't help lowering his neck.

Huang Hao never thought that Anyang and Lin Meng had the same thoughts, but they followed Yuan Zhu to separate Anyang and Lin Meng in a friendly and masterful way.

Facing Anyang's friend mode, Huang Hao can be big or small.Anyang is not a king.He never thought Huang Hao and Zhu Juan were students.There is nothing strange or different between the two.

But in Lin Meng's main mode, Huang Hao felt very obedient and well controlled, he could only feel that Lin Meng was still a little strange compared to Anyang, and there was also a sense of uncertainty that made Huang Hao unexpected.Don't try to exaggerate.

Although Lin Meng stood in front of Yuan's mansion with a calm face at this time, he was still exaggerating, and the soul energy was transmitted to the Pingshan County District Office, and a part of the soul energy was distributed to the Pingshan County District Office.Residential.

At night, although it is not very deep, at this hour ordinary people still rest.

In Yahoufu, Pingshan County, Li Yaguan, who was lying on the bed and fell asleep, suddenly thought of the sound of pain.

"Hurry up and take people to Yuanjia Building in Pingshan County to see me!"

The sound sounded like thunder. Li Yaguan, who just woke up from his sleep, was completely born, and he lay gently on the bed.

"This... this is the voice of the Immortal Commander of the Wuyue Sword Squad today!"

Seeing Lin Meng's voice, Li Yaguan turned around and found that there was no one there, the room was very quiet, and he was sitting on the sofa alone.

But Guan Li didn't dare to ignore or like you, so she fell on the bed, put on her clothes, cold sweat dripping from her head, and murmured nervously.

"Damn it, the legend says that an immortal teacher had a dream, and an immortal teacher had a dream! Another big problem!"

Lin Meng was just carefully investigating whether there were traps in the Yuan family's house, and he witnessed the death of hundreds of people in the Yuan family.

Li Yaguan, who was frightened, was in a hurry. Hearing that Lin Meng's condition was not good at this time, he called the staff and rushed back to the Yuan family in the area, worrying that the Immortal Immortal's wrath would be delayed.

But this is not the process of dreaming. To dream must be to enter into the sea of ​​knowledge of others.Monks who have developed spiritual powers often seek the entry of others beyond the ignorance of scholars.Information must come first.

The sea of ​​understanding is the most critical and important place for human beings, and even a young monk who has never sinned his soul will surely know how to feel uncomfortable when he is attacked.

Lin Meng's process is not only a process of integrating sound transmission.

Expanding the soul's energy to one side rather than spreading it across the entire location can greatly increase the distance the soul's voice travels without anxiety or distraction.

This is also one of the clever ways we can develop perspective over our soul.Another rumor is that a person under the control of a spirit can enhance the spirit and alter the silk.

The power of the soul is concentrated and refined into tiny threads that are invisible and can connect with humans or other objects, while the spirit cannot discover wisdom or deceive others, and can also be separated from thousands of mountains and rivers .The process of transmitting the voice of the divine soul is almost the same as the method of the saints.

Shortly after Lin Meng ordered Li Yaguan to send someone to the Yuan's mansion with the "short voice of the soul", Yuan Zhu's cry came from the Yuan's house behind him.

"I'm crying again."

Huang Hao sighed.

Lin Meng shook his head and looked back at the yard, as if his eyes could penetrate the walls of the yard, and saw a boy in a red dress crying and hugging the dead bodies of his parents.

"After a while, sect and district officials will come to clean up the bodies in the mansion. You will find that if you can think of your relative, you can understand how he feels now."

Since many students in Jianghao Business School, Huang Hao has been devoted to work since childhood.

He left relatives at a time when he was mentally incapacitated and eventually divorced, and rarely did he come home during the holidays to save relatives.

Of course, he still doesn't understand Yuan Zhu's feelings at this time, there are very few sectarian children like Yuan Zhu in the world.Lin Meng couldn't help but think of her childhood thousands of years ago, but the memory is so long that everything has become blurred, and the appearance and voice of her relatives can't be clearly remembered.

Like Huang Hao, he also left his relatives since he was a child, but the situation at that time was much more difficult than Huang Hao and others like him.Fortunately, he met ten outstanding rulers who were able to escape the ocean of misery.

If it weren't for Lin Meng's maturity, he would be much older than Huang Hao, and he would be dusty for thousands of years, maybe he couldn't understand Yuan's situation.this time.

Even if Lin Meng thought about it, what would he do if he saw the dead body of his relative lying in the field?
But at the same time, Lin Meng kept thinking about this problem: he didn't even remember the appearance of his relatives;There will be no more sorrow.

Lin Meng could understand Yuan Zhu's feelings and Huang Hao's doubts.

There are benefits to being old, and there are benefits to being old, and sometimes, when I have too much, I don't care about emotions.

Lin Meng smiled to himself. He thought that relatives were just a group of people who were related to him by blood. If there were no feelings, then the so-called relatives were just imaginary relatives.

Only people like Old Man Shi Jue, Zhou Yuan, Wu He and the Wushan Sword Sect, who are not blood relatives but have a soft spot for Lin Meng, can be considered Lin Meng's real relatives.

Before Lin Meng took over Huang Haoyuan Zhu and left Jianzong Wushan, people had been notified in advance,

Yuan Zhu will naturally worship, thank, praise, third friendship and fourth morality.

Lin Meng didn't stop him.He regards this kind of worship as a trivial matter, but he can't help but sigh for his son Juanjuan's son's wit, which is rare in the world.

As for the burial method and clues of the body, Lin Meng was not interested in it.

After the first worship of Yuan, Huang Hao pulled him up, and Lin Meng first brought the two young people back to Wuyue Jianzong, and he no longer wanted Yuan to stay in this sad place.

After leaving Yuan's house, Yuan Zhu's footsteps were useless, his emotions fluctuated, and he cried in pain, unable to use his youth to support himself, and his legs and feet were weak.

In the end, Huang Hao had to bear himself, and then let Lin Meng cover the people with his real power, and then returned to the Five Swords Master together.

On the way back to the Wushan base, neither Huang Hao nor Lin Meng looked attractive.

Lin Meng's face was shining, he was angry, and the intention to kill was too much for him.

Huang Hao's voice was very low.Although he did not fully understand Yuan Zhu's feelings, he was still a guest in the house and was acquainted with these people.

Now, when he saw the corpses of more than 100 members of the Yuan family, when he saw his great clan colleagues died in the Wuchongshan Sword disaster, his mind was also shocked, a little depressed, and his emotions were also shocked. Nothing less.

On the other hand, Yuan Zhu was exhausted, or it was because Lin Meng's back was uncomfortable carrying Huang Hao when he flew out again.

Within 15 minutes of returning from Yuanshi's family to Wushan Second Sect, he couldn't bear it, and fell asleep lying on Huang Hao's back, breathing steadily, only his swollen eyes looked strange.

(End of this chapter)