The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 2 Rebuilding the Ghost Spirit
Everyone drank with the resurrected "Ling Weiyun" until sunset.

Only Elder Lingchen was forcibly detained; the other disciples of the Kuye Sect and the people from various forces bid farewell and hurriedly left with different expressions.

Feng Ling first arranged Elder Ling's accommodations, and after returning to his room, he used the excuse of being tired to dismiss his annoying relatives.

"An eighth-level Ghost Spirit Master? Advanced Ghost Skill?"

Feng Ling sat cross-legged on the bed, carefully sorting through the chaotic memories that were like a tangled mess. He didn't know how much time had passed before he exhaled a breath of stale air and finally merged the memories of the two lifetimes.

In my memory, Ling Weiyun's ghost disappeared into thin air without any warning before the incident!

"It seems I have to start all over again." A dark black token appeared in Feng Ling's hand.

Ghostly Fate Talisman!
Feng Ling learned the name of this thing from his memories.

This long block, which looks a bit like the memorial tablets of ancient people, can it really ward off ghosts?
Feng Ling suppressed his doubts and quietly cultivated according to his memories. Before long, his breathing returned to normal, and he gradually entered a meditative state.

For him, who was the god of assassination in his previous life, doing this was a piece of cake.

An assassination mission, just the stakeout alone, is enough to make an ordinary assassin complain and suffer.

However, assassins and killers have different definitions. Although they are related, they cannot be equated.

Assassins can kill openly or covertly! But assassins only choose to assassinate. Their identities are far more secretive than those of assassins, and their patience and ability to seize opportunities far surpass those of assassins.

Feng Ling still remembers one assassination mission that was extremely dangerous. He had just started out in the industry and had just taken down an important target at a five-star hotel when he encountered a special forces escort team that had arrived to secure the scene.

Feng Ling ordered a coffee.

He calmly disassembled the sniper rifle, despite the waiter's terrified expression.

The special forces captain, leading a group of armed men, closed in and was about to capture him.

Unexpectedly, a "smash" was heard, and someone behind them knocked over the wine bottle in a panic.

The tense special forces captain glanced sideways, and with that subtle movement, Feng Ling slung his level-three backpack over his shoulder and seized the opportunity to break through the window and escape...

"So this is the power of ghosts and gods?"

A faint energy fluctuation swirled around the dark token, and Feng Ling was pleasantly surprised.

In his past life, he constantly challenged his own limits and inadvertently touched upon a mysterious power...

It's actually the power of ghosts and gods!

If you calculate it that way, the moment I became the God of Assassination in my previous life, I was already a first-level Ghost Spirit Master!

"Transform into a ghost, reveal your form!"

A phantom emerged from Feng Ling's body, each generation marking a new cycle; this was his natal ghost spirit.

Suddenly, the Ghost Spirit Life Token trembled slightly, pointing in a direction outside the house. Feng Ling hesitated for a moment, then secretly hurried in the direction the token indicated.

To be honest, the physical condition of a high-level ghost spirit master is really good. After injecting a trace of ghost and god power, all the muscles in his body that were originally loose became tense, and his explosive power was no weaker than that of a young adult!
Previously, Feng Ling had misunderstood; this seemingly weak body actually had real substance!

One minute later,
A secluded courtyard,

A dark shadow fell.

"What a dilapidated place!"

Feng Ling frowned as he looked at the abandoned old house, then checked the surrounding area again. Apart from a two-meter-deep crater in the yard, he found nothing. "Huh? Why is there a missing corner here!"

Suddenly, Feng Ling stopped and turned to walk towards a damaged corner of the old house.

A deep pit in the courtyard will surely harm the children; a house should not be missing a corner. Missing the northwest corner will harm the father's generation, missing the southwest corner will harm the mother's generation, and missing the northeast corner will harm the offspring.

Is this the reason for Ling Weiyun's sudden death?

Crouching down for a quiet look, Feng Ling finally noticed something amiss. In his previous life, as an assassin, he naturally kept his distance from ghosts and gods, and would recite the Bible after each mission. He was also proficient in feng shui secrets.

This is an ominous sign! Who could be so malicious?
After inspecting it carefully again, Feng Ling's face turned extremely ugly; there were subtle defects on all four corners!

His guess was pretty much what he remembered: this old house was where Ling Weiyun's father lived before he passed away!
Ling Weiyun has been killed by the divination, and this body now belongs to me, Feng Ling! According to this divination, I'm afraid no one in the Ling family will survive, not even Ling Chen!
Ling Weiyun and Ling Chen are brothers. Although they belong to different factions and seem to have no contact on the surface, they actually keep in close contact in private. Feng Ling's insistence on keeping Ling Chen here today was also for the sake of safety.

Ling Weiyun's death was so bizarre, and I, who replaced him as a "newcomer," must have had some ulterior motives. The murderer must still be secretly infiltrating the Weiyun Sect!
But since the murderer didn't directly kill Ling Weiyun, but instead went to great lengths to cast a feng shui curse, there's only one explanation...

He was wary of Ling Weiyun's cultivation level!
Given Ling Weiyun's eighth-level cultivation, the murderer must still be in shock and doubt, and dare not attack him in public.

But if someone discovers that you only have a first-level cultivation, and that this information falls into the ears of the murderer... the consequences would be unimaginable!
Who is the murderer?

Feng Ling carefully went through Ling Weiyun's memories, eliminating one familiar yet unfamiliar face after another, until only two men and one woman remained!
Ling Chi and Ling Han, these two have long coveted the position of sect leader, a fact known to all the more than one hundred members of the sect. Pan Yuanshi, she is Ling Weiyun's bedmate, and their relationship is the closest.

If Feng Ling were truly Ling Weiyun, he would certainly not doubt the always virtuous Pan Yuanshi, but he is Feng Ling!
The closest person is also the most dangerous person. This is the golden rule that Feng Ling, an assassin, followed in his previous life!
"Squeak!" Dust and smoke fell.

Feng Ling gently pushed open the wooden door of the old house, brushing away the spider webs blocking her way with one hand.

Stepping into the dimly lit room, Feng Ling felt a corrosive aura wafting through the air. He frowned, and with a thought, the Dark Token was already in his hand.

With an assassin's intuition, he always felt there was something inexplicably eerie about the room.

"Bang!" Just as Feng Ling took two more steps into the house, the wooden door slammed shut.

The shadow that was visible in the moonlight reflection vanished instantly!
It was pitch black all around, and Feng Ling could only catch a faint shadow. He simply closed his eyes and followed his senses, while carefully sensing the changes around him.

What's that smell? It stinks!
Suddenly, it felt like he had stepped on something. Feng Ling stopped and opened his eyes in confusion.

Ugh! What bad luck!

He had stepped on a rotting corpse! His foot was sinking in halfway.

Feng Ling immediately withdrew his foot, showing no fear, for he had created quite a few corpses in his previous life.

We've gotten used to it!
He even boldly turned the face-down, rotting corpse over!

"Pan Yuanshi!" Upon seeing her face clearly, Feng Ling was genuinely surprised. If Pan Yuanshi was dead, then who was the person who appeared in the hall today?
"Master, master, master... master!" Suddenly, a chill ran through him, and a sinister, drawn-out voice rang out, causing cold sweat to pour down his back.

Feng Ling quickly turned around and backed away. In the instant he turned around, a terrifying face with a cold and twisted expression was only ten centimeters away from his face!
A pair of dark, menacing claws were raised high above his head, ready to...

"Ghosts?" Having narrowly escaped death, Feng Ling's heart was in turmoil. Although he firmly believed that ghosts and gods existed, he had never seen one with his own eyes.

When he actually saw it this time, he still couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Life is not about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because we persevere.

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)