After dealing with Mrs. Ke, Lingchu performed a fire-drawing move, and a flame burst out from his fingertips.

Everyone was shocked again.

Lingfei's eyes widened and he asked in surprise: "Here, where does this fire come from? Sister, are you really good at magic?"

Lingchu ignored him, lit the sandalwood, flicked it with his fingertips, and the flame disappeared.

Lingfei couldn't help but stare at Lingchu's fingertips.

Then I saw that there was no mechanism in her hands.

Not only that, there were no traces of flame burning or residue on Lingchu's fingers.

Her fingers were white and clean. If I hadn't said it with my own eyes just now, a flame came out of her fingertips inexplicably. Lingfei would have thought that he was dreaming just now!

This is amazing too!

Mrs. Ke was also stunned by Lingchu's move.

She originally thought that Lingchu might be the legendary wise man, but now it seems that Lingchu is even more powerful than those wise men.

At least the rumored wise men don't know how to use magic.

After lighting the sandalwood, Lingchu looked at Covey and said, "Come here."

Covey came over honestly and cooperatively.

Lingchu stretched out his hand and said, "Put your hand on mine."

Covey groaned and put his palm up obediently.

Lingchu held his hand, held the sandalwood in one hand, and hung the burning end above the water bowl.

When Lingfei and Mrs. Ke saw this scene, they both looked curious and stared at them expectantly.

At this moment, they heard Lingchu start to mutter something.

What he said in his mouth was like an ancient and difficult-to-pronounce magic spell.

Lingfei and Mrs. Ke didn't hear a word clearly, but they felt inexplicably shocked. Both of them slowed down their breathing for a while, fearing that breathing loudly would cause unnecessary trouble.

The whole living room was eerily quiet for a moment.

Only Lingchu's deep voice was left, like water droplets, echoing in the living room.

At this time, Covey felt as if there was a suction force grabbing the things in his mind and dragging them out.

At the same time, Lingfei noticed that not long after Lingchu recited the magic formula, a puff of white smoke suddenly floated out of the sandalwood in her hand.

The white smoke curled up, but instead of rising upward, it flowed downward and fell into the water bowl.

After entering the water bowl, the white smoke gradually floated above the water bowl, as if layers of clouds were being pushed aside.

Lingfei stared at the water bowl subconsciously.

After a while, I saw a human face gradually reflected on the water bowl.

The white smoke slowly floated around the water bowl, and the man's face became clearer and clearer.

Soon, the face of a middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the water bowl.

It was a face that made people feel extremely uncomfortable. It had a Chinese character, sunken eyebrows and corners of the mouth, and dark eyes that seemed to be filled with murderous intent.

It’s daunting.

This face, based on the facial features alone, is not outstanding. No one can find it even if it is thrown into the crowd.

However, his fierce aura was unforgettable.

For a moment, Lingfei broke out in a cold sweat.

He shuddered and swallowed subconsciously, "Who is this person?"

At this time, Mrs. Ke also noticed the human face in the water bowl and was startled by that face. She also wanted to ask, who was the person reflected in the water bowl?

At this time, Lingchu's low singing voice also stopped.

Hearing this, she glanced at the person in the water bowl and asked Covey: "Is he the one who killed you?"

Covey followed her gaze, widened his eyes, and nodded without thinking, "Yes, that's him! Exactly the same! It's him!"

Lingchu hummed and looked at Lingfei and Mrs. Ke, "It turns out that this is obviously the last person he saw from Covey's memory."
Chapter completed!