Ye Mo grabbed the collar of the medicine slave Wang Ming, jumped and landed on the rooftop of the villa, which was seven or eight meters high.

It was already eleven o'clock at night, the bright moon shining brightly, and Ye Mo's ears kept chirping.

"No further ado, refine it now."

Ye Mo sat cross-legged and bit his index finger hard. A drop of golden blood condensed from the wound and floated in the air. The strong fragrance of medicine spread out, making people shocked and refreshed.

As soon as the blood condensed, Ye Mo's face turned pale a little.

This is Ye Mo's essence and blood, and his spiritual consciousness is also wrapped inside.

"enter!"

Ye Mo pointed his finger, and the essence and blood flew towards Wang Ming's eyebrows and entered it.

Then, Ye Mo raised his hand and kept making gestures, and a series of imprints of spiritual consciousness came into Wang Ming's mind.

During this process, Ye Mo dripped in essence and blood from time to time, deepening the connection with the medicine slave Wang Ming.

Half an hour later.

call!

Ye Mo exhaled a long sigh, his face was pale, and sweat was flowing on his forehead:

"Finally done!"

Smack...

The medicine slave Wang Ming, supported the ground with both hands, slowly stood up, stared at Ye Mo with his eyes blankly, and followed his instructions.

Ye Mo smiled.

At this time, Wang Ming and Ye Mo felt a blood connection, like Ye Mo's right-hand man. As long as Ye Mo had a thought, Wang Ming would follow Ye Mo's ideas and actions.

He successfully planted a mark of control in Wang Ming.

As the imprint of spiritual consciousness was planted, the memory in Wang Ming's mind was also viewed by Ye Mo.

But this memory has become fragments and is constantly continuous.

There is a memory in it, Wang Ming's knees, ankles, and arm tendons were broken and was thrown by Hong Bao in the desert of Guangzong.

As night falls, the temperature is cold.

Not long after, a faint sound of old voice came:

"Three years ago, the Ye family's envoy disappeared from Guangzong City. This time I came here, and the first purpose was to find out who killed the Ye family's envoy!"

"The second one, find the whereabouts of the second young master!"

"Abide by the orders of the Central Envoy!"

An old man with pale hair and a green leaf mark on his forehead appeared in Wang Ming's vision.

Then, memory was interrupted.

Seeing the leaves marks, Ye Mo's face changed slightly, and there were stormy waves in his heart.

Because there is also a leaf mark on his grandfather Ye Nantian’s forehead, which is exactly the same as the old man’s mark.

But the old man's mark is green.

And the forehead mark of Grandpa Ye Nantian is golden!

Moreover, Ye Mo had only seen this mark on Ye Nantian's forehead once.

Ye Nantian’s forehead was wrapped in white cloth for twenty-four hours a day to cover the mark.

Ye Mo sorted out his remains after Ye Nantian's death and took down the golden leaves mark that he found only after he had finished his white cloth.

"What does that mark mean? From the memory, the old man was the Ye family envoy, and went to Guangzong to investigate the cause of death of the Ye family envoy... Combined with the letter from his grandfather, the Ye family envoy was beheaded by his grandfather..."

"And those two young masters, who is it?"

All kinds of doubts surged into my heart.

Ye Mo continued to check the memory fragments.

It was in a secret room in the Song family’s mansion.

The old man with green leaves imprinted the mark of the old man, with his hands behind his back, and stood there motionless without anger.

Song Tianyang and Song Shu, the heads of the Song family, crawled behind the Ye family, with respect and fanatical admiration on their faces.

Wang Ming was lying on the floor, unable to move, so he could only stare at the Ye family and let out a terrifying wail:

"What are you doing?!"
Chapter completed!