Ye Feng stood there and thought for a long time: "What is strange is that if it is an ordinary flying corpse, according to records, the IQ of the flying corpse is like a wild beast, but if it is a wild beast, if it is a wild beast, it should be even more crazy to fight you if it is injured."

"Yes, but he ran away." Lin Fan's heart sank and he said slowly.

Ye Feng suddenly thought of a possibility, and he looked at Lin Fan suddenly: "Lin Fan, do you think this flying corpse is man-made and controlled by humans?"

Lin Fan frowned and looked at Ye Feng: "Refining the flying corpse?"

It would be fine if the flying corpse was formed naturally, but if it was a man-made thing, what exactly did the person who refined this thing behind it want to do, and who was the person who refined this thing.

"Go back and discuss with them first." Lin Fan said.

The two turned and left.

...

A simple house was built in a barren mountain in Qingcheng City.

More than a dozen men in black stood in front of the house waiting for something. After a moment, the flying corpse fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

The flying corpse showed a ferocious look on his face and looked at the dozen people with a bad look.

Among them, the person who led the lead waved his hand gently: "Take it back and check it out."

The others walked forward, and a yellow talisman posted on the forehead of the flying corpse, and then used corpse-suppressing nails to nail them to various joints of the flying corpse to ensure that it would not suddenly go crazy.

The man in black who led the lead looked only twenty-one or two years old, and he looked quite handsome. If he was placed outside, he would definitely be a handsome young man.

Not long after, a man in black walked up to him and shouted, "Young Master, the flying corpse is not seriously injured, and has absorbed enough moon yin energy. He still needs to suck blood from more than 60 people, so he should be able to go further."

The boy's face was full of resentment: "I said, don't call me the young master outside! You should call him sir."

"Yes, sir."

The boy narrowed his eyes and narrowed his eyes: "The one who injured the flying corpse today is the Lin Fan that my father often mentioned?"

"That's right." The man nodded.

The boy said: "It is said that he has only been practicing for more than two years and can actually hurt my toys. Do you think he has a higher talent than me?"

The man lowered his head: "Sir, you are only twenty-one years old and have already mastered the unique skills of the sect leader. In the world, only the top twenty people in the Tianlist are stronger than you. In places like Jiangnan Province, there is no longer anyone stronger than you."

"You avoided my question." The boy's eyes shone coldly: "So, do you still think Lin Fan is more talented than me?"

The man sweated coldly on his forehead: "Of course, it's impossible. Young Master, your talent is extraordinary. In the world, only Li Changan can compete with you."

"I don't like people who lie." A sword suddenly appeared in the boy's hand, stabbed into the man's chest, and then pulled it out.

However, this man was not killed. He covered his chest and endured the pain.

The boy asked: "I said, I don't like people who lie. Do you think Lin Fan is more talented than me?"

The man gritted his teeth and said, "The Young Master has practiced since he was a child and has now reached the peak of the transformation realm. Although Lin Fan is not as good as you, but if he practiced since he was a child, he might be above the Young Master. Your talent should not be as good as him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in the boy's hand swept over, and the man's head hit the ground with a bang and rolled on the ground several times.

His head and eyes were wide open, as if he didn't expect the boy to continue attacking him.

The boy took out a handkerchief, gently wiped the blood stains on the sword, and said to himself: "Don't you know that I don't like lying people, but occasionally hate people who tell the truth?"

Then, he inserted the sword into the scabbard and smiled heavily in his eyes: "Lin Fan, something interesting, someone with talent above me? I want to see, how capable do you have!"

...

In the Du family villa.

There were many people sitting in the hall, Lin Fan, Ye Feng, Rong Qianqian, Fang Jinggen, Bai Jingyun, Bai Zhentian, Liu Baoguo and Du Zhengguo, all of whom were sitting here.

Lin Fan and Ye Feng have already told the story in detail.

When the people around you finished listening.

Bai Zhentian asked with a serious expression: "In other words, do you suspect that this flying corpse is controlled?"

"Yeah." Lin Fan nodded: "And the conditions for forming flying corpses are quite harsh. It is a bit strange that such a flying corpse suddenly appeared without any warning in Qingcheng City."

Rong Qianqian had a dark face and slapped the table: "Bastard, I don't know who did it, but he actually used the lives of people like Qingcheng to train the corpse."

Liu Baoguodao: "This kind of work style is like the usual style of Heimen."

"Heimen?" Rong Qianqian frowned, but nodded slightly, and then said: "I will notify my father now and ask him to send someone to contact the people in Heimen to see if they are doing something."

After saying that, Rong Qianqian took her cell phone and went out to make a phone call.

This is of course the best solution.

If it was indeed the Black Gate's people who were secretly making trouble and Rong Yunhe came forward, the Black Gate would definitely give him some face.

Soon, Rong Qianqian walked back and said, "I have told my father what happened. My father said he would immediately ask Heimen and let us wait for his result."

Time passed little by little, and everyone sat in the hall waiting.

Not long after, the phone suddenly rang. Rong Qianqian answered the phone, and then listened to what Rong Yunhe said on the other side of the phone, her expression slightly changed: "What."

After a long time, she put down the phone. She said with a bad look: "The Heimen said that they have not refined flying corpses recently, nor have they sent people to Qingcheng City to make trouble."

"It's not done by Heimen? Who could that be?" Lin Fan's face changed, and then his face darkened.

Except for the people from the Black Gate, who else can refine flying corpses?

Fang Jinggen couldn't help asking: "Can it be the people from the Heimen who lie? They obviously did it, but they shirked the responsibility?"

Lin Fan shook his head: "The possibility is very low."

If Heimen did it and people like Rong Yunhe were asked about it personally, it would be no big deal. I am afraid that Heimen would give Rong Yunhe some face, admit it directly, and then ask someone to take it away.

As for now, it makes everyone feel a little confused.

Could it be that they were wrong that this flying corpse was not refined by man?

Lin Fan shook his head slightly.

Bai Zhentian said: "We can only wait for the next time that flying corpse appears to see if we can find a way to catch him."

"Just the strength of us is very bad." Ye Feng shook his head.

The flying corpse is stronger than Lin Fan and Ye Feng, and it can fly to the sky.
Chapter completed!