General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 935

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.