General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming Chapter 935: Rakshasa ‘s Might

Chapter 935: Rakshasa ‘s Might
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When Wei Ting and Su Li returned home, it was already very late.
The moment the two of them entered the courtyard, they instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
Li Wan coaxed Wei Xiyue to bring her into the room.
Wei Qing came out in his wheelchair in the courtyard. Ghostfear, Wei Liulang, and the assassin were also there.
Everyone’s expression was solemn.
Su Li blinked and asked, “Hey, what’s wrong? You look like you want to eat someone. Was Leng Ziling here to cause trouble again?” “It’s not Leng Ziling.” Wei Liulang frowned. “It’s Dad. He’s gone.”
“What do you mean?” Su Li did not understand.
He had only been here for a short time and did not know much about Wei Xu’s situation, He only knew that he had been controlled by the Saintess with medicine in the past few years and had almost been refined into a puppet expert who only listened to the Saintess.
Now, the Holy Maiden Temple and a group of unidentified assassins were looking for him on the streets.
Until now, only Leng Ziling had successfully found this place.
In terms of success, it was mostly luck. He had accidentally passed by this place and met Li Wan, who had gone out to buy something.
“Dad wouldn’t have left for no reason,” Wei Qing muttered. “Something must have happened. ”
The brothers agreed.
No matter how their father beat them up these days, he never thought of leaving their side.
“The Saintess must have summoned Father, ” Wei Ting said.
They looked at him.
Wei Liulang asked, “Little Seven, do you know something?”
Wei Ting narrowed his eyes and said, “The last time I entered the Holy
Mountain, I heard a few disciples talking about the puppet experts of the Saintess’s Hall. I heard that the Saintess could summon them with the flute. Did you hear the flute just now?”
“I didn’t hear it.” Wei Liulang scratched his head. “Big Brother, Second Brother, did you hear it?”
Wei Qing shook his head.
After he lost his martial arts, his five senses were inferior to that of a martial artist.
Ghostfear thought for a moment. “I think I heard something, but I’m not sure if it’s the flute.”
There was too much noise coming from the streets, and as a sacrificial soldier, he heard a lot. He was not sensitive to the flute of the Holy Maiden Temple, so he did not pay special attention.
If it was Ling Yun’s zither music, he would definitely recognize it and charge out.
Wei Qing said, “Then let’s follow the plan and split up to search.”
As soon as Wei Xu disappeared, Ghostfear and Wei Liulang planned to look for him. However, before they could leave, Wei Ting and Su Li returned.
Wei Liulang pointed southeast. “Dad disappeared that way. We’ll take different streets. Second Brother, wait at home. If Dad comes back on his own, remember to stall him and wait for us to return.”
wel Qing agreea. “UKay.’
The few of them split up.
They had to find Wei Xu.
If the Saintess could summon Wei Xu with the sound of the flute, it meant that it was still possible to control Wei Xu.
Knowing the ambition of the Saintess, no one could guarantee that the Saintess would do anything overboard to Wei Xu.
However, the southern border was so big. Finding a person was no different from finding a needle in a haystack.
The three brothers hoped that they could find a trace, but they were disappointed. With his martial arts attainment, no one could track him.
Sometimes, a high level of attainment in martial arts was a problem.
Su Li was not so capable. He was like a headless fly that went around aimlessly and successfully lost himself.
“No way, where is this?”
He scratched his head and looked at the gloomy and empty old street. A chilling aura surged into his limbs.
“Is there such a broken place in the Imperial City of the Southern Wilderness?
Will I encounter a ghost?”
One of the Su family’s ancestral skills was the fear of ghosts.
Su Cheng was the same.
Su Li became more and more afraid as he walked. He turned around and looked at his shadow, worried that it would become two.
As Su Li walked forward, his hair stood on end.
Just as he was about to die from fright, he finally saw a carriage by the street.
The coachman had disappeared.
There seemed to be movement in the carriage. There should be someone.
If Wei Ting was here, he might have guessed what the people inside were doing.
Su Li was different.
He was still young and a good child with a pure mind.
He decided to go over and ask for directions.
His qinggong was good, and he went over silently.
The moment he lifted the curtain, he was dumbfounded.
The woman was on top and the man was on the bottom.
What were the two of them doing?
The woman’s clothes were half unbuttoned, and the man’s coat was also removed to his waist, revealing his strong chest and fatless waist.
The woman seemed to be unbuckling the man’s belt.
Su Li seemed to understand.
“Sorry to disturb you. Continue!”
He decisively lowered the curtain and turned around.
But he had just taken two steps when he felt that something was wrong.
That man just now… Why did he look a little like General Wei Xu?
Su Li turned around again.
Swish!
Two silver needles flew out.
Su Li quickly leaned back.
The cold silver needle flashed past his eyes.
His scalp tingled.
That was close!
His eyeballs were almost gone!
This woman was too ruthless. He had only taken a casual look and did not do it on purpose, but she wanted to dig out his eyes!
Indeed, the moment the silver needle shot out, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Su Li saw that it was the woman who had done it.
Moreover, even if he did not see it, he was certain that it was not General Wei Xu.
General Wei Xu disdained using hidden weapons.
Su Li drew his sword and was about to slash open the carriage when he was sent flying by the Saintess.
He slammed into the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ignoring the pain all over his body, he grabbed the sword that had fallen to the ground and rushed towards the carriage again.
A puppet master from the Holy Maiden Temple appeared in time and stood in front of Su Li.
Su Li wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said fiercely, “Looks like you’re that coachman. That’s true. Your master wants to do something shameful, so she naturally has to send you away!” The Saintess in the carriage said coldly, “Kill him!”
The puppet master slapped Su Li.
Su Li hurriedly blocked with his sword, but the other party easily broke it.
Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Su Li could not believe it.
What kind of abnormal experts were in the Holy Maiden Temple?
It was a sword given by his grandfather!
His sword was actually broken just like that!
So what if it was broken? He would smash his teeth all over the ground!
Bang!
Su Li was sent flying. It seemed he would be the one looking for his teeth on the ground.
As the youngest in the family, Su Li was the only punching bag in the Marquis of Zhenbei’s residence. He would not be defeated so easily. Su Li gritted his teeth and stood up. “Come on!”
The puppet expert threw a punch.
Bang!
Su Li was sent flying again and fell heavily to the ground. One of his ribs was broken.
The puppet expert walked towards him step by step and looked down at him.
He raised his foot and stepped on his head.
With just a stomp, his brain would explode.
Every puppet expert had their own habits. For example, the one in front of him loved to crush people’s brains.
However, the moment he exerted strength, a cold sword energy appeared.
It was as fast as lightning, as wild as a flood dragon, and as sharp as a blade.
Crack!
The puppet master’s legs were cut off at the knee, and the heat almost hit Su Li’s face.
Su Li was stunned.
In the next second, a white-robed figure descended from the sky and slapped the puppet expert’s chest.
The sound of bones breaking sounded clearly on the silent street.
He would take revenge for Su Li’s broken ribs!
The puppet expert was sent flying and collided with the carriage’s canopy. The carriage was blasted open by the remaining internal energy on his body!
The Saintess flew up and landed on the ground with her clothes intact.
She looked coldly at the man in white who had appeared halfway.
The man was wearing a jade mask that was ethereal. The joints of his hand that held the sword were well-defined and slender.
He was clearly a peerless man, but his entire body emitted a powerful and terrifying killing intent.
The Saintess said word by word, “Jade-faced Rakshasa!”