Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

"call!"

After hearing this, the sect leader exhaled heavily.

"That's good."

He was counting on this son. Although experience was needed, he didn't want him to just die like this on the way.

"Just keep your eyes on the bright light. When necessary, you know what to do."

"Yes, Sect Master, I understand."

The second elder responded. He naturally knew what to do. Protecting the young master was what everyone in the Yongye Sect should do. Even if it was on the horizon, if they wanted to protect good people, they would naturally be able to protect them.

"This sect leader heard that Lian Qingyi recruited many men outside to extend the life of his precious son, right?" asked sect leader Leng.

"yes."

The second elder raised his eyes and glanced at his sect leader.

Lian Qingyi was their wife's eldest brother and the leader of a small sect in the Yongye plane.

His son, the madam's nephew, is even weaker than the previous young sect master. He will collapse when the wind blows. This is the best way to describe him.

In order to save her son, Lian Qingyi followed a Taoist priest to practice a kind of evil technique, using the young man's blood to rejuvenate the patient's life.

It's just that the continued life in this way will not only harm those young men, but also make the patients full of evil spirits. They will be as cold as dead people all day long, and they will even become murderous and crazy.

When Lian Qingyi obtained this kind of magic, he wanted to share it with Leng Yikun in order to claim credit from their sect master.

However, the sect master did not agree at the time, and the young sect master Leng Yikun did not bother to live in this way. It not only harmed others, but also harmed himself, making himself miserable, unable to die even if he wanted to, and suffering the consequences while living.

Because of this incident, the wife often accused him of being selfish in front of the sect master and not saving his son.

But God knows whether those who survive in that way are humans or ghosts. He once had the opportunity to see Lian Qingyi's son, who looked like a haggard person. He looked like he had crawled out of purgatory. Don't be too scary. .

"Sect Master, what do you mean..."

"What's the point of living for such a person? You go and make arrangements." Sect Master Leng ordered in a deep voice.

If they dared to attack his son, they would have to endure the pain he had brought to them. There was no reason for him to be the only one here to be afraid, right?

"Yes, Sect Master, my subordinates will take care of it now."

The second elder responded, and he deserved this sound very happily.

Many of them couldn't stand what Lian Qingyi did, but they couldn't take action because he was the clan leader's in-laws.

Now that the sect leader has given orders, what else can he not do?

Sect Leader Leng watched him leave, then closed the door, walked to the bookshelf, and opened an extremely hidden mechanism.

The next moment, the bookshelf on the other side was opened from the middle, revealing a dark passage. He took an oil lamp and walked down slowly.

The passage door quickly closed, and he walked in the passage for a long time before stopping in front of a stone door.

He raised his hand and knocked twice, and the stone door was opened from the inside.

"Are you here?"

A weak voice sounded from inside, and Sect Master Leng walked out.

"How are you these days?"

He put the oil lamp in his hand on the table and looked at the young man sitting in the wheelchair. At this moment, he was thin and had no flesh on his face. He was coughing lightly while watching the movements of Sect Leader Leng.