"Oh? Why is Uncle Zhao so confident in me? I'm not sure myself," Fu Ling'er looked at Diwu Zhao suspiciously. Where did Uncle Zhao's confidence in him come from?

"Hahaha, Ling girl, don't underestimate yourself. You are the only one in this world who can possess it... If you can't do it, then no one can do it." Diwu Zhao paused, smiled and silently said those four words to Ling'er, "The power of chaos."

Fu Ling'er was stunned. Uncle Zhao... knew about her relationship with her master? Thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Emperor Ziwei had met her master and heard that they had a good relationship. Naturally, he knew something about her master.

In order to cure his illness, she had exposed the power of chaos in front of him. It is not impossible that he can now associate her with his master.

"Haha, since Uncle Zhao is so confident in me, I will definitely try my best. Singh, right? You and Uncle Zhao can stay here for the time being.

Tomorrow I will show you the death contract. I need to understand what kind of death contract it is before I know how to solve it. "

"Thank you, Miss Ling. Then Singh will obey your order. Thank you for your trouble." Singh bowed to Fu Ling'er with a humble and pious attitude. The Miss Ling in front of him was his hope of life.

"Okay, okay, Ling girl, Yuan boy, Uncle Zhao will bother you for a few days. I see that your Xiaoyaoju is extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to be a high-level magical weapon? You don't mind if I take a look around, right?" When Diwu Zhao saw that Fu Ling'er agreed, he felt relieved. As long as Ling girl agreed to help break the contract, Singer would be halfway to breaking the death contract.

"Sure, then let me show Uncle Zhao around!" Wanqi Yuan made a gesture of invitation, and then summoned Bai Yu, asking Bai Yu to take Singh downstairs to choose a room to stay in, and then took Diwu Zhao to the orchard.

"God of Spiritual Pills, our ancestor and Singh are bothering you here, so I will go back first. There are still some trivial matters in the Wanbao Pavilion that need my attention. I will come to visit our ancestor again after some time," Mu Yuanjun took the opportunity to say goodbye. It seemed that someone came from the Fanshen Mountain yesterday, and he had to go and keep an eye on it.

"Uncle Mu, please do as you please. I won't see you off."

"No, no, I'll go down with Singh. Goodbye."

Mu Yuanjun and Singh walked towards the stairs. When Singh heard Mu Yuanjun call Fu Ling'er the elixir god, he was shocked again and his emotions almost got out of control. Fortunately, he reacted in time and suppressed the urge to question Mu Yuanjun.

It would be better for him to know less now, so as to avoid excessive emotional fluctuations due to sudden shocks.

The Fifth Zhao was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, and everything he saw was curious. He wandered around the garden on the top floor, and from time to time he asked Wanqi Yuan what this was and what that was.

Fu Ling'er sat there drinking tea and did not join in the process of answering questions.

She was asking Feifei about the death contract.

"Fei Fei, do you think this death contract that controls people can be broken? Why do I feel it's unreliable?" Fu Ling'er asked this question because she felt that this death contract was originally a forbidden technique, a secret method used to control people. If she was afraid of her subordinates' betrayal, issuing this kind of death contract was the safest guarantee.

When the owner of the contract finds that there is something wrong with the death contract mark, he will know it immediately and react quickly. Therefore, after the death contract mark is triggered, the contract holder can be wiped out by the owner in a few breaths, and it is basically impossible to save the person.

"Well, logically speaking, it's impossible to save him. But Master, you have the power of chaos! The death contract is also composed of many complex powers. As long as the master uses the power of chaos to synthesize the same power, maybe you can save Singh before the owner of the contract finds out."

"Fei Fei, after hearing what you said, why do I feel like it's easy to break the contract?"

"Master, in theory, that's right, but first, you have to figure out what kind of power the death seal is made up of, so that you can better simulate it! Generally, forbidden techniques like this are mostly dark and private, or more violent. You can start from this direction.

Ah, and, Master, if you want to simulate the power of the Death Pact Mark without alerting the Master, you must get rid of it immediately, otherwise... there will be no second chance. If you fail, Singer will surely die."

"Ah? This... I have to give it a try, right? I haven't seen what the death contract looks like, and I can't let Singer show it to me. I can't guarantee that I will succeed in one try! Alas! This is a bit difficult!" Fu Ling'er thought about it, but couldn't think of a suitable way. She felt like she had taken on a huge hot potato!

"If it's not difficult, why is it called a forbidden technique or a death contract?" Feifei was also distressed. This was undoubtedly the most difficult thing to do. "If there was a suitable test subject for you to try, I think you would be able to do it. Oh! I am so annoyed!"

"Who said it wasn't? I'm so worried. Did I agree too early?" Fu Ling'er shook her head, trying to get rid of the water that had just entered her head.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so worried? Are you troubled by what Uncle Zhao said?" As soon as Wanqi Yuan came over, he saw Fu Ling'er frowning and looking deep in thought. She even refused to eat her favorite cakes. She looked like she must have encountered some difficulties.

"Hmm. Eh? Where's Uncle Zhao? Wasn't he visiting the garden with you?" Fu Ling'er pulled herself back to her senses and asked when she saw Wanqi Yuan coming into the tea room and there was no Diwu Zhao behind him.

"Oh, Uncle Zhao heard that Bai Yu is good at cooking, so he picked a basket of fruits. Feeling curious, he went downstairs to find Bai Yu. If you encounter any problems, tell your husband, maybe he can give you some advice." Wanqi Yuan sat next to Fu Ling'er, naturally embraced her in his arms, and stretched out his hand to smooth Fu Ling'er's frown. He couldn't bear to see Ling'er looking sad. Ling'er should be happy every day.

"It's like this, the death contract on Singh's soul..." Fu Ling'er told Wanqi Yuan everything Feifei told her about the method to break the contract, the difficulties she would encounter when breaking the contract, and her own concerns.

After hearing this, Wanqi Yuan fell into deep thought. The death contract could not be triggered. If it could not be triggered, it would be unclear what kind of death contract it was. If the nature of the death contract was not clear, it could not be resolved. Moreover, even if the contract could be resolved, the process would be full of dangers. If he was not careful, Singer's life would be in the blink of an eye.

It’s really difficult!

Wen Renyu is not a human being either. Having so many divine guards is not enough, he also wants to train secret guards. Isn't this harming people?

Hidden Guard, Hidden Guard, eh? Wait! He seemed to remember someone.

"Ling'er, I thought of someone who might be useful. However, just in case, I have to ask Singh if he knows this person," Wanqi Yuan's eyes sparkled, and he quickly sent a message to Bai Yu.