Metaphysics tycoons rebuild the underworld in the interstellar

Chapter 41 The last person I saw

After dealing with Mrs. Ke, Lingchu hit a fire starter, and a flame shot out from his fingertips.

The crowd was surprised again.

Lingfei stared wide-eyed, and asked in amazement: "Where did this fire come from? Sister, you really know magic, right?"

Lingchu ignored him, lit the sandalwood, shook his fingertips, and the flame disappeared.

Lingfei couldn't help staring at Lingchu's fingertips.

I saw that there was no mechanism in her hand.

Not only that, Lingchu's fingers didn't have any traces of burning or remaining flames.

Her fingers were white and clean, if it wasn't for what she said with her own eyes just now, a flame sprang out from her fingertips for no reason, Lingfei would have thought that she was dreaming just now!
This is amazing too!

Mrs. Ke was also stunned by Lingchu's move.

She originally thought that Lingchu might be the legendary wise man, but now it seems that Lingchu is even more powerful than those wise men.

At least the wise men in the rumors don't know how to use magic.

After lighting the sandalwood, Lingchu looked at Ke Wei, "Come here."

Covey came over honestly and cooperatively.

Lingchu stretched out his hand, "Put your hand on mine."

Covey snorted, and obediently put his palm on it.

Lingchu held his hand, holding the sandalwood in one hand, and the burning end hung above the water bowl.

When Lingfei and Mrs. Ke saw this scene, they both looked curious and stared at them expectantly.

At this moment, they heard Lingchu begin to mutter words.

What was chanting in his mouth was like an ancient and awkward magic spell.

Lingfei and Mrs. Ke didn't hear a single word clearly, but they felt inexplicably overwhelmed. Both of them slowed down their breathing for a while, fearing that breathing loudly would cause unnecessary trouble.

The entire living room was eerily quiet for a while.

Only Lingchu's deep voice remained, echoing in the living room like water droplets.

At this time, Covey felt as if there was a suction force grabbing the things in his mind and dragging them out.

At the same time, Lingfei noticed that not long after Lingchu read the magic formula, a puff of white smoke suddenly came out of the sandalwood in her hand.

The white smoke curled up, but instead of rising up, it flowed down and fell into the water bowl.

After entering the water bowl, the white smoke gradually floated above the water bowl, as if pushing away layers of clouds.

Lingfei subconsciously stared at the water bowl.

After a while, I saw a human face gradually reflected on the water bowl.

White smoke drifted slowly around the water bowl, and the face became clearer.

Soon, a middle-aged man's face suddenly appeared on the water bowl.

It was an extremely uncomfortable face to look at, with a Chinese character face, sunken eyebrows and corners of the mouth, and dark eyes, as if there was a murderous look flowing.

Intimidating.

This face, in terms of facial features alone, is not outstanding, the kind that no one can find out if thrown in the crowd.

However, his fierce aura all over his body is unforgettable.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Lingfei's body for a while.

He shivered, swallowing subconsciously, "Here, who is this person?"

Mrs. Ke also noticed at this time that the face in the water bowl was taken aback by that face, and she also wanted to ask, who is the person reflected in the water bowl?

At this time, Lingchu's low-pitched singing also stopped.

Hearing this, she glanced at the person in the water bowl, and asked Covey, "Is he the one who killed you?"

Covey followed her gaze, widened his eyes, and nodded without thinking, "Yes, it's him! Exactly the same! It's him!"

Lingchu hummed, and looked at Lingfei and Mrs. Ke, "Obviously, this is the last person he saw from Ke Wei's memory."

(End of this chapter)