Lord of Civilizations

Chapter 252 Light of Life!

Wanling. The light of life!

A green light fell on Shi He's body.

Visible to the naked eye, Shi He's injury began to recover quickly. After only ten seconds, his injury has recovered, and there is no trace of injury on the surface.

Everyone was stunned.

Is it magic to completely recover a seriously injured person in ten seconds?
"My God's power is boundless!"

"My God's power is boundless!"

Zhu Fei was the first to kneel down and shout, and everyone else also knelt down.

Different from the previous ones, these people's voices now have a bit more sincerity, and some people's voices even have fanaticism.

Those who have not yet knelt down are left with Shangshan Erlao, Hook, Housekeeper, Wandering Soul and Hooking Soul.

The two elders of Shangshan looked at each other, as if they were asking whether we should also kneel?
Hook and the housekeeper looked at each other, they seemed to understand why Zhu Fei and others called Mo Wen my god.

god?
Thick fear flashed in Youhun's eyes, and he took a few steps back unconsciously.

But even so, he didn't feel safe.

Can his Qinggong escape from the pursuit of a 'god'?
Shi He, the ecstasy envoy, came to his senses, and Tian Song let go of Mo Wen's gesture.

Although Shi He's injury has recovered, he has not recovered from the exhausted zhenqi. The current Shi He is only stronger than an ordinary person, so there is nothing to worry about.

Shi He has always been able to perceive what is happening around him, at this moment, he would rather not wake up.

Although Youhun was full of fear, but seeing Shihe sober, he asked immediately.

"Hooking the soul! Tell me, is the old knife handle a wooden Taoist?"

Shi He lowered his head and remained silent.

The silence speaks.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Youhun called out three times, but there was no happy expression on his face, only endless hatred.

Not surprisingly, Wandering Soul chose to surrender.

He has no other choice.

With his strength, so what if he knew that the old knife handle was Mu Taoist?

Neither can revenge.

The night shrouded the earth, and a bell suddenly sounded in the night wind.

This is the supper clock.

In Ghost Villa, the bell will only ring on the 15th day of the lunar month, during festivals, and when a celebrity comes here on the first day.

Today is not the 15th day of the new year, nor is it a holiday.

"Could it be that there is another celebrity coming to the Ghost Villa? Why don't I know?"

Ye Ling frowned her lovely eyebrows.

As the patriarch of the ghost villa, Xiao Yezi among the goddaughters of the old swordsman, there are really not many things she doesn't know about this villa.

"Then I'll take a closer look!"

Under the night and in the mist, Ye Ling smiled sweetly.

hall.

The general stood on a high platform.

He is eight feet eight inches tall and weighs 170 pounds. He has broad shoulders, thick chest, legs as thick as tree trunks, and his palms are as big as a fan when he is stretched out. The calluses on the palms are as thick as an inch. Hold it and break it immediately.

There was a large iron pot in front of him, and the iron pot was placed on the stove, and the stove was placed in front of the high platform, which was in the hall.

The hall is four feet high, the stone platform is seven feet high, and the iron pot is more than three feet high.

The fire is blazing, and a pot of steaming meat is cooking in the pot. The aroma is so fragrant that it can attract people and dogs within ten miles.

When Ye Ling came in, the general was stirring the meat in the pot with a big wooden spoon.

The sweet smile on Ye Ling's face paused slightly.

The General is one of the elders of Ghost Villa. He likes to eat meat, but he doesn't often cook meat here.

She glanced around and found that the people who came today were surprisingly neat.

The hook, the housekeeper, and those two stinky women!
Flower widow and big leaves!
Especially Da Yezi, she usually rarely participates in such things, but she actually appeared today.

Who is it?
Ye Ling thought that there were too many people here today, except for the old swordsman, almost all the people in Ghost Villa came here.

wrong!

My cousin didn’t arrive!
She discovered this keenly. As the veteran of Ghost Villa, her cousin is also equivalent to the external liaison of Ghost Villa, but he is not here now, which is a bit strange.

Ye Guhong was also there, but Ye Ling didn't take it seriously, he just subconsciously thought that he should be practicing swordsmanship, so he didn't think too much about it.

"Could it be that the celebrity who came today is still a big shot? Cousin is following him?"

Ye Ling thought to herself, then walked to sit under her long strip.

As Ye Ling took his seat, the dinner seemed to have officially begun.

Hook and the housekeeper exchanged glances, then Qiqi walked out of their seats.

After the two of them, Zhu Fei and a dozen people also stood up from their seats.

The general put down the big wooden spoon in his hand and jumped off the high platform.

Nearly 20 people walked to the door and lined up in two rows, like welcoming guests.

"How is this going?"

Ye Ling frowned. Among the nearly 20 people, Hook, the housekeeper, and the general were all veterans of Ghost Villa. Although they were extremely afraid of Lao Baozi, they would not behave like this.

This puts his status too low!

The others also felt a little strange, guessing in their hearts, could it be that this new celebrity is really an extremely big shot?

But at this time.

I saw Wandering Soul, one of the two oldest and highest-ranking elders of Ghost Villa, actually stood up and walked into the group of people.

As soon as I saw this.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Who is it that can make Wandering Soul stand up to greet him?

And still welcome yourself in a lower position!

That is a genuine top grandmaster!

In the entire hall, apart from Hooking Soul, how many people can be compared with Wandering Soul?

Many people looked at Wandering Soul one after another, hoping to get some information from him.

But everyone just saw that Guhun was drinking continuously.

Erotic rarely drinks alcohol.

Almost everyone knows this.

He was really like an invisible ghost, dead, and no one had ever seen him drink.

But today he drank.

Cup after cup.

He seemed to be trying to get himself drunk.

He lowered his head, with only wine in his eyes.

He turned a blind eye to all the glances directed at him.

Something is wrong!

None of the people present was simple.

If you want to enter the Ghost Villa, you need to purchase a contract.

A contract of 10 taels of silver!

How can someone who can afford this money be easy?

From these unusual signs, some people have spotted a hint of inexplicable danger.

That's a gut feeling.

They all believed in this intuition, because most of them were able to become 'dead people' and enter this ghost mountain villa by relying on this intuition.

Some people silently put down the wine glasses in their hands, and quietly put their hands on their weapons.

at this time.

A sound of footsteps came in.

(End of this chapter)