Versatile Mage: Unlimited Swordplay, Deconstructing Everything!

Chapter 92 The cause of your death is because you touched my people
The dusk faded completely, and the cold moon hung high in the sky, descending above the clouds.

"I feel like a lot of things happened today. It's a pity that I'm the captain, otherwise I would definitely go to a hotel to rest."

Following the address sent by Jiang Shaoxu, Lin Ling arrived at Yanming Temple in Xixiong City, which was the temporary place chosen by Jiang Shaoxu and his friends.

After explaining his purpose to the monk guarding the gate, he was quickly taken to the resting room of the Longguo National Government team.

As soon as I opened the door and walked in, I found that the atmosphere inside was a little strange.

Everyone gathered around Zhao Manyan, who was lying in the middle, with serious expressions. However, Zhao Manyan's face was extremely pale, as if he had been dead for seven days.

"What's wrong? Is Zhao Manyan drunk again?"

Lin Ling slapped Zhao Manyan's face hard, but he wasn't paying attention and used too much force, causing his face to swell up.

Seeing this, Nan Rongni stepped forward silently and used healing magic to reduce Zhao Manyan's swelling.

"Zhao Manyan's soul seems to have been taken away." Ai Jiangtu came to Lin Ling and told him what happened.

Just like in the original novel, Mo Fan, that scoundrel, tricked Zhao Manyan and is now guarding Mu Ningxue in another room with Guan Yu. In order to save Zhao Manyan, he tells Mu Ningxue's name to the person who can see the female ghost.

"What can you do?"

As the Hunter King, Ai Jiangtu felt that Lin Ling might be able to resolve this situation. After all, hunters had dealt with more bizarre incidents than they had.

Everyone also looked at Lin Ling. They really had no idea what to do.

"It's not difficult. To put it bluntly, Zhao Manyan's soul has been taken away. If time passes, his body will indeed die. All we have to do is find his soul and bring it back."

After feeling Zhao Manyan's current situation, Lin Ling blurted out.

The problem can be solved by taking back the soul, but the question is how to get it back?

"Aren't you a curse mage? Can't you see the traces of curse magic left on Zhao Manyan?" Lin Ling looked at Ai Jiangtu in confusion.

"Can I see it?"

"Your use of magic is too rigid. Try to let the cursed magic flow into your eyes."

Hearing Lin Ling's words, Ai Jiangtu tried to guide the curse magic energy to flow out of the galaxy, but instead of injecting it into the stars, he let it flow along the meridians into his eyes.

This new attempt process is a bit long. The mage mobilizes the magic energy and either injects it into the magic tool or into the stars.

Stars are the medium that activates magic. For most mages, magic power only has these two functions.

When the curse magic flowed into his eyes, Ai Jiangtu suddenly felt that the world before his eyes had changed slightly. He looked at Zhao Manyan and saw a few strands of dark red silk threads floating, the same color as when he used curse magic.

"Ice mages are more adaptable to low temperatures than other mages, while fire mages are more adaptable to high temperatures. This is due to the subtle changes in the body caused by the flow of magic energy into the stars. Different types of magic energy have their own unique properties. Otherwise, we wouldn't say that different types of magic energy are separate."

After hearing Lin Ling's words, others also began to try this new method of using magic energy.

After trying it, Jiang Shaoxu discovered that if he focused his attention on someone, he could faintly hear their inner thoughts.

So she set Lin Ling as her first target and focused her attention on him.

"climb."

"???"

Jiang Shaoxu was completely blocked by this extremely concise word, and his head instantly became dizzy.

"You're a Psychic Mage. Don't you know not to use Psychic magic on those who are at a higher spiritual level than you?"

Looking at Jiang Shaoxu who was spinning on the spot like a tumbler due to the backlash, Lin Ling covered his head and said helplessly.

"But I'm almost at the fifth level, and I'm still suffering from backlash. You can't be at the seventh level, right?"

Jiang Shaoxu whimpered, looking at Lin Ling who smiled at her. "No way, you really are?!"

"I'll go next door and see what's going on."

Jiang Shaoxu looked at Lin Ling's departing back, and a trickle of saliva flowed out of his slightly opened mouth.

In another room, Mu Ningxue closed her eyes in meditation. Guan Yu anxiously paced around her, glancing at her from time to time, fearing that something might happen to her.

On the contrary, the pit king Mo Fan leaned against the window, admiring the beautiful moonlight without any care.

"I heard you cheated someone again, Mo Fan."

"Brother Lin, what you said is really harsh, but it's the truth."

Hearing the sound and looking at Lin Ling's appearance, the vigilance in Mo Fan's eyes finally dissipated a lot.

It seemed that as long as Lin Ling was there, there was nothing he couldn't solve.

"Brother Lin Ling." Mu Ningxue also opened her eyes at this time, and the tension in her heart also subsided at this moment.

After all, seeing Zhao Manyan's expression, it would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous.

"Trash, go to the side first. Stop walking around here. It makes me dizzy."

Lin Ling waved his hand to drive the official fish away and came to Mu Ningxue. His eyes were immediately covered with a layer of dark red filter, and he could clearly see the dozens of dark red silk threads that penetrated into Mu Ningxue's body.

Unlike the broken silk threads on Zhao Manyan's body, the silk threads connected to Mu Ningxue's body continued to extend outside the wall.

Many curse spells are directly aimed at a single target, so their characteristics can be easily traced, but the requirements for tracking mages are a bit high.

"Wait for me, I'll go and deal with the troublemaker behind the scenes."

Lin Ling stood up and said, following the dark red silk thread, he soon came to the mountain behind the temple. In front of a small temple, a dark red figure stood abruptly in the dark night, looking extremely weird.

The monk Nara Yuankong, who noticed someone approaching, looked at Lin Ling, but found that it was not Mo Fan, so he didn't pay much attention and continued to cast the spell to draw out Mu Ningxue's soul.

He was in spirit form, and even the magician couldn't see him. However, the Dragon Countryman named Mo Fan could see him, but I believe that was just an unexpected case.

But soon Narahara Sora felt a strong sense of being watched. He opened his eyes again and found Lin Ling standing in front of him, staring at him.

"Can you see me?"

"Isn't that nonsense? Otherwise, why would I come here so late at night? To commit suicide?"

Just as Narahara Sora was about to move, an extremely powerful space magic twisted and destroyed his limbs, forcibly pinning him to the ground. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free.

"No! You can't do this! I haven't taken revenge on those bald asses yet! I haven't avenged Miyata yet!"

Realizing the imminent death crisis, Narahara Sora struggled and shouted desperately.

"Do you know what that bald donkey from Yanming Temple did? Why did he stop me?"

Narahara Sora excitedly recounted the tragedy of that year and Miyata's tragic ending, trying to resonate with the audience.

"Are you finished?"

"you"

The originally excited Narahara Sora suddenly stopped and looked at Lin Ling who still had an indifferent expression.

"Whatever deep hatred you have with the monks in this temple is none of my business. Even if you want to chop them up or roast them alive, it's none of my business. But if you touch my people, it's different. If you do, you will die. This time, you won't have any chance of being transformed into the undead."

　I feel like I've been rambling on and on for another chapter. No, I can't do that in the next chapter. Control yourself!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)