Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 819 Zhang Lingyu, you don't want your lover's blood to spill on Longhu Mountain, do you?
"What do you mean, who did you bring?"

Lu Jin feigned ignorance, "What? Your precious disciple lost to the person I brought, and you're not convinced? They already said that you, Zhang Zhiwei, are a cowardly coward, no match for the Lu family. See? I wasn't bragging!"

"Hmph, Lao Lu, you don't need to argue with me. We'll see it anyway." These days, Zhang Zhiwei has been watching Zhang Chulan's or Wang Ye's or Zhang Lingyu's matches. He really hasn't watched He Songling's supporting role.

Not to mention Zhang Zhiwei, even Wang Ai, Lü Ci, and Feng Zhenghao, these ten elders, hadn't seen it.

Lu Jin was even less likely to watch his senior brother bully children.

Therefore, after several days and several rounds, no one actually noticed He Songling.

But as Zhang Zhiwei said, there are only two rounds left, and if he chooses to come out, he will definitely not be able to avoid it.

"No wonder, that thing on Chu Lan's body..." Some things are best left unsaid, especially the kind of thing that happened to Zhang Chu Lan, there's not much room for speculation.

The name itself is enough to make Zhang Zhiwei think of many things.

Although there is no evidence yet, Lenovo is not issuing a verdict and does not need evidence.

“Actually, I originally wanted to call quietly and give them a surprise.” He Songling grabbed Zhang Lingyu’s long white hair, who was kneeling on the ground after being beaten, and said in a low voice, “You really are quite troublesome. I should have buried you in advance last night like Feng Baobao did.”

"Hey! Ling Songhe, release my martial uncle right now after you're done fighting!" The Longhu Mountain disciples who were watching were already very unhappy that their martial uncle and great-uncle had lost to this guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After this guy won, he even acted like he was abusing someone. At that moment, some of them even lit up with golden light.

"If you dare to lay a hand on my Longhu Mountain disciples again, don't blame us for being impolite!"

"Kid, if you don't want Xia He to die on Longhu Mountain, then get them out of here." He Songling ignored the threats from the Longhu Mountain disciples and even threatened Zhang Lingyu in return.

"What did you say..." Zhang Lingyu was beaten black and blue by He Songling, and even almost had his pants pulled down in public. Now he was physically and mentally unstable, and was so angry that he could hardly speak.

"Look at the gap in the stands at three o'clock, then count four more to the right. Do you see that middle-aged man?"

Zhang Lingyu looked in the direction of the sound and indeed saw a middle-aged man in the stands who was very typical in both appearance and attire.

The man was now filled with rage, gritting his teeth, as if he had staked his entire fortune on the Canglong website before the competition, betting on Zhang Lingyu to win.

"Hey Ling, what nonsense are you spouting now..." Zhang Lingyu knew Xia He all too well—soft, fragrant, and bouncy, her voice both gentle and alluring. What did she have to do with this greasy middle-aged man? Clearly, this guy was trying to humiliate her again.

"Look at him closely. Don't you feel a flutter in your heart? Don't you feel a deep attraction to him, blushing and wanting to be close to him? Think back carefully. Does this feeling seem familiar?"

“Uh…” Zhang Lingyu looked in that direction and wondered if it was just her imagination, but she really did have a familiar feeling of intimacy, as if that night before it started was… happening again.

"you……"

"Stop talking nonsense. With just a wave of my hand, I can expose her disguise, and I'm confident she'll be shot dead on the spot today." He Songling chuckled coldly, like a boss threatening his wife: "Zhang Lingyu, you don't want your lover to shed blood on Longhu Mountain, do you? Make a decision quickly, time is running out!"

Time was indeed running out. Even after the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain warned him, He Songling still didn't let go, and his sinister expression clearly threatened Zhang Lingyu. The Longhu Mountain disciples watching from the stage had long been unable to bear it any longer. At this moment, they all activated their Golden Light Spells and jumped down from the stands, ready to beat up this bastard He Songling.

"Stop!" Zhang Lingyu, who was still struggling with his inner turmoil, saw the golden light right in front of him and, without thinking, hurriedly shouted, "Everyone, step back!"

"Uncle-Master! We'll teach this villain a lesson for you!" a Taoist priest shouted. "Yes, Grand-Uncle-Master, don't worry about us. This is Longhu Mountain; we outnumber you. How could we possibly suffer a loss?"

"It's all a misunderstanding." Zhang Lingyu forced a smile and said, "Brother Ling and I hit it off immediately. We were just discussing where to go for a long chat later!"

“Uncle-Master, do you even believe that yourself?” Some of the Taoists were impatient and shouted directly, “Hey, you surnamed Ling, release my Uncle-Master right now! Don’t think you can threaten Longhu Mountain by holding him hostage! If you’re so capable, just kill him and see how our Celestial Master deals with you!”

“Roll, roll, roll!”

Zhang Lingyu never expected there to be such a contestant, and she was furious. "Get lost, all of you! Ling Songhe, let me go, let's find somewhere to talk!"

"Hey, let's call whoever it is."

"Don't call her!" Zhang Lingyu almost screamed like a shrieking chicken. "You can't call her!"

"Then what's the point of talking to you?" He Songling kicked Zhang Lingyu away. "Get lost."

"You son of a bitch..." A group of Taoist priests blocked He Songling's way with fierce eyes, their hands glowing with golden light, looking like they were about to twist He Songling's head off.

"Get out of the way! What are you doing? Can't we, the people of the Celestial Master's Mansion, afford to lose? Can't the disciples of the Celestial Master afford to lose!" Zhang Lingyu shouted hurriedly, fearing that He Songling would cause any more trouble. Still feeling uneasy, she added, "Ling Songhe, tell her to get lost!"

"Go and say it yourself." He Songling had already walked out of the tight encirclement of the Longhu Mountain disciples at some point, and waved his hand with his back to the Longhu Mountain people.

Zhang Lingyu watched He Songling wave when he suddenly felt a chill down his groin. He immediately sensed something was wrong, looked down, and sure enough, it was too late.

"Aaaaaah!! You surnamed Ling, I'll never forgive you!!!"

"Uncle-Master, how about we pull up our pants first before we start cursing?"

"The Northern Azure Pool!"

Hmm, this works. Without Zhang Lingyu having to fight Zhang Chulan, he can now confront his own heart and freely unleash the Yin Lightning.

He Songling put his hands behind his head and thought happily, "That stinking Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei should kowtow to me twice to express his gratitude."

The next day.

After Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao staged another fake fight with everyone cursing, they were cursed at and chased by everyone in the audience. Then it was the turn of the second group, He Songling and Wang Bing.

"Hey, you two old hags, what brings you to the match today?" Lu Jin sneered at Wang Ai and Lü Ci. "Aren't you two afraid of getting beaten up together?"

Wang Ai's hands trembled so badly that she didn't even have time to pursue Lu Jin's words. She asked in a trembling voice, "Old Lu, do you mean... it really is that person...?"

Lu Jin closed his eyes, looking completely at ease. "Just wait and see. We'll see once it starts."

(End of this chapter)