Ling house

The deed is still in Ling's house, leaving will hurt the family. "

"Even if there is no deed of sale, they will not be able to leave. The officials have already sealed off Ling's house. The murderer may be among the people."

"But, can a living person do such a thing? The Ling's house is very evil, maybe it's a ghost who wants his life..." Ling Hao shrunk his neck, but was surprised to find that he was standing in front of a dilapidated house. Old, the open space in front of the house is mottled with some dark brown marks, and the surrounding withered grass is overgrown, as if it has been abandoned for decades.

But soon Ling Hao realized that he was wrong, this was clearly a death scene, "Hu Sheng..." Ling Hao chanted the name of the first victim, his lips trembling and turning white, he should have turned around immediately , away from this ominous place, but he didn't.

He moved his weak steps and approached the room slowly, when suddenly he heard a slight noise, Ling Hao froze on the spot, not far from him, there was an indistinct object, twisted, splashing liquid around, that what is it

Ling Hao knew that the wise choice at this time was to turn around and leave. He did so, but found to his horror that he couldn't move!His vision blurred, the distorted object was only a few steps away from him, everything was clearly visible, "Ugh—" What is that?Ah, it was a mass of flesh and blood, blurry, with a crackling sound inside, and blood splashed all over the ground, and now this mass of flesh and blood stood in front of Ling Hao, and there was a whining sound from it, "Sir! , Young Master, help me, I don’t want to... die, woo—give me back my life!”

"You are... Hu Sheng? No, no, no, go away, you go away, I didn't kill you, why do you want me to see, no, get out! You bastard...Damn it, go away." Ling Hao madman No, he screamed frantically, trying to stop the flesh and blood from approaching, no, the bones that can no longer be called hands are connected to the minced meat, grabbing Ling Hao's clothes, "Master—"

"No, you go away!!!" Ling Hao screamed, and hit it hard, the bone broke in response, and a section was left on Ling Hao's clothes, and the flesh and blood let out a miserable cry, "No—" Ling Hao's eyes were dull He watched the flesh and blood flying out, falling to the ground with a loud bang, and dissolving quickly, "No, don't—" For some reason, Ling Hao heard the panic in the voice.

His nerves were too tense, and he felt dizzy when he relaxed, and he was about to fall backwards. He didn't fall to the ground, but was imprisoned in a hot embrace. Who was it?

"No, no, Ling Bai, you're going to die... ah—"

Ling Bai?who is it?

Ah, I almost forgot, Ling Bai is old man Ling's illegitimate son.

"Ling Bai, where are you?" Ling Hao waved his hands around helplessly, and was fixed by one hand.

"Ah Hao, I'm here, I'm here."

it's here?who is hereLing Bai?Isn't Ling Bai dead?

Ling Bai is dead!

On this day, Ling Jingye wandered worriedly in the front hall, where the Buddha's name floated; Ling Hao met the ghost of the victim, and the dead Ling Bai was involved; On this day, a wandering monk came from a hundred miles away from the small town. The monk wore a straw hat on his shiny bald head, a gray canvas bag slung across his body, lotuses on his feet...

16

Ling Hao noticed that Ling Bai came back on the second day after meeting the ghost. Ling Bai was dressed in white and sat quietly by the window, motionless.

At this time Ling Hao was lying on the bed, covered in cold sweat, looking at Young Master Ling in horror, even holding his breath to the point where it seemed like nothing was there.

Ling Bai seemed to be drinking tea, his thin and elegant figure was not like ordinary people, it was not that he was not like ordinary people, he was not human at all!

As if aware of Ling Hao's sobriety, Ling Bai put down the cup in his hand, his figure became ethereal, Ling Hao's pupils constricted, watching Ling Bai disappear, the cup fell on the table with a light "ding" sound, startled Ling Hao His body shook, and a suppressed low swallow came out of his throat.

Ling Hao tried his best to convince himself that Ling Bai was dead. It was just an illusion. In this damn house, normal people would be driven into insanity. He quickly jumped down and rushed to the table where Ling Bai appeared, and connected the cup to the table. Throwing the teapot out of the window, listening to the pleasant breaking sound coming from outside, clutching his dazed head, he moved to lie down tiredly.

Damn it!The body is exhausted.The powerlessness spread from the limbs to the whole body, attacking the tired brain, Ling Hao was sure that he would not want to refuse a sleep, the throbbing nerves in his head made him almost unable to think.

He really did that, the clothes on his body were probably changed by the old servant Zhongzi, they were clean and comfortable, he temporarily forgot about the weird things on his body, he needed a good quality sleep to comfort his overstimulated head, this high quality The head gave him the capital to show off in Lingxiao Academy, which is full of geniuses. This is a head that has taken a Western postgraduate degree and made the tutor proud. It is undoubtedly buried in this traditional family.

Ling Zuo is Ling Jingye's illegitimate son, and his mother is just a lowly maidservant who was bought and sold. She climbed into Ling Jingye's bed with some good looks, but it's a pity that Ling Jingye is really a thin lover. Zuo was not called Ling Zuo a few years ago, he only had a code name like a dog, struggled among the servants in Ling's mansion, and took care of his mother who suffered from daily paranoia, the teenager was as thin as a stick, No one will think about the humbleness until he disappears one day. All this until he met the hopeful person. On that day, Ling Zuo curled up in a ball to minimize the degree of injury. The bruises on the body will satisfy the abuser, but in fact the real damage he has suffered is not deep.Just bear it, and they will leave after venting.The fists and feet fell with curses, and the pain stimulated Ling Zuo's nerves, but suddenly the person on top of him was thrown away, Ling Zuo opened his purple eyes wide, and saw a lazy figure lying in the servant's arms with peace of mind, the whole Ling Zuo Home, the only one who has this kind of treatment, only one, Ling Hao!

Ling Hao squinted at the beaten man, who was really too small. He looked up at the trembling and huddled assailant. The boy at the head had a face full of fat and barely visible small eyes and quickly knelt down. He kowtowed to admit his mistake, "Master, it's because the villain has no eyes, and let the disgusting kid stain your eyes, we will drag him away." As he said that, he was about to pull Ling Zuo, Ling Hao frowned, "I Did you tell me to move?" The servant behind Ling Hao pulled the pig's head forward and slapped it down several times.

Ling Zuo didn't pay attention to himself, he was attracted by Ling Hao's power, seeing the fat pig limp on the ground, the brilliance in his eyes was even brighter, if, if he had this right, Jiu would not be humiliated again.

Ling Hao looked at Ling Zuo who was staring at him in a strange way, and said haha, "Uncle Zhong, I'm hungry."

"Yes, young master." The servant turned around holding Ling Hao respectfully.

"By the way, give him a bottle of golden sore medicine... and, if you mess with yourself, just call him back."

Ling Zuo reflexively picked it up with his hands, causing pain from the wound on his body. He looked at the trauma medicine in the exquisite porcelain bottle in his hand, and then looked up at Ling Hao and his party's retreating figure, his eyes were filled with stubbornness.

From then on, the children in the servant's backyard knew that the submissive child in the past was not an easy master. He was as crazy as a mad dog, and his life-threatening style of play made him a good mix among the bully and fearful servants.

Then, one day, he had the identity to confront Ling Hao. His delusional mother did not lie. It turned out that he was really the illegitimate son of a rich family. When Ling Jingye came to him, he called out Say "Dad", that person has given him a favorable status and rights, he will not be grateful to that person, he has already passed the time of innocence.

When I saw Ling Hao again, Ling Zuo was dressed in black silk, and his clothes were all black. Ling Hao was still a child, and he was extremely angry at his appearance. Ling Hao felt that he had been betrayed. With fuzzy five-fingerprints on it, Ling Zuo looked at Ling Hao mockingly. Ling Hao was a little arrogant like a playboy, but he was still a child after all, a well-protected child.Ling Zuo commented.

Ling Zuo became the fourth young master of Ling's house. Ling Zuo looked at the servant kneeling in front of him, and it must be like this. "You poor servant, teach me a lesson and throw me out of the Ling family."

"No, no, Ling...Master, the little one is wrong, the little one is blind, the little one, bah, the little one deserves to be damned," the former flamboyant lying on the ground like a beast, kept slapping himself, "Young master, young master, do you want to see me again?" Please give me one more chance."

Ling Hao looked at him like a corpse, and the servant realized in despair that he couldn't change the ending, and his expression suddenly became ferocious, "Ling Zuo, you little bastard, I will drag you to be buried with you!

Ling Zuo turned around, and there was the sound of beating the flesh behind him, Ling Zuo secretly said, look, look, fate is so strange.

Later, the Ling family had the fifth young master, the sixth young master... Ling Jingye was a sowing pig, producing offspring effortlessly, Ling Hao's complexion became more and more ugly, Ling Hao's mother, that gentle woman, was also like a withered flower, Withering day by day.

Ling Jingye is a beast, Ling Zuo hugged his miserable mother, this poor woman was still counting on the love of a beast until she died, she was buried in the Ling family's ancestral grave without even a tombstone.

Although she treats herself badly, always beats herself, hugs the young him and cries bitterly, murmurs some strange words, this poor woman deserves to be sympathized with, although now she is dead, well so he has no more stumbling blocks Ling Zuo stood in front of the tomb, just watching, not saying a word, not crying or making trouble.

In addition to Ling Zha, women longed for money during their lifetime. Ling Zuo couldn't hate those round gadgets that could be exchanged for food. Money is never a bad thing.

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