My wife is not a demon

After analyzing the case, Chen Mu hugged Su Qiaoer to sleep.

Slowly taking off Qiao'er's dress, Chen Mu's eyes were clear, and he hugged the girl and said softly: "Girl, it's really hard work for you."

Su Qiaoer smiled sweetly, and arched her head in Chen Mu's arms.

"It's not hard."

Chen Mu bowed his head and kissed the other party's hair, and murmured: "Now this case is a headache, I really want to let go of the burden."

Looking at the distressed expression of the man, Su Qiaoer didn't know how to comfort him.

After thinking about it, I was about to get into the quilt.

At this moment, a shrill woman's scream suddenly sounded in the courtyard, which was particularly ear-piercing in the silent night.

Woke up all the sleeping people.

"Go and have a look."

Chen Mu's complexion changed, making Su Qiaoer turn into a little snake wrapped around his arm, and walked out of the room.

At this time, many people in the courtyard have come out to inquire about the situation.

There was a lot of discussion, and there was a lot of noise.

"what happened?"

Chen Mu stopped a disciple of Nanfeng Duo and asked.

Then the disciple looked pale, and said in a low voice: "Chen Tanzhu, Murong Duozhu's body is gone!"

Chen Mu's heart sank.

He hurried to the mourning hall, and saw the weeping Murong Ping, the ashen-faced altar master, hall master Shi, Da Siming and others.

However, Chen Mu's attention fell on a corpse on the ground.

It was a maid.

Chen Mu met her before, she was an ordinary maid in the house.

At this time, the servant girl's neck was torn open, and the bright red blood gushed out, her eyes were wide open, and it was obvious that she would not rest in peace.

Just lying on the ground, motionless.

Seeing Chen Mu coming in, Hall Master Shi said with a solemn expression: "Murong Ruozhu's body is gone, the old man who guarded the spirit said that he hadn't heard anything, and he didn't realize that the body in the coffin was gone until the maid screamed. "

Chen Mu came to the corpse and knelt down to examine it.

Judging from the wound on the girl's neck, it looked like a wild beast had torn it apart with brute force. This was an extremely painful way to die.

"Although I haven't seen who killed it, but..."

Hall Master Shi's eyes were complicated. "But it's very likely that it's Murong Rudder of the Corpse Change."

"Have you ever seen a corpse change?"

Chen Mu asked.

Hallmaster Shi nodded: "I've seen it, many, many, even... I've seen a whole village turn into corpses, it's even more outrageous than this."

Chen Mu didn't speak, and continued to look down at the corpse.

Suddenly, he found that the maid was holding a lock of hair in her hand, like a torn strand of hair, tightly clenched in her hand.

"It's a woman's hair."

Chen Mu took out the hair and compared it, it was completely in line with the maid's hair, not only surprised. "Why is she pulling her hair?"

As soon as the voice fell, the corpse on the ground suddenly moved.

A powerful wave of air pushed Chen Muzhen out.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, the maid stood up straight, and laughed. While laughing, she grabbed her head with both hands, and then pulled it off her neck abruptly.

Blood spattered out, especially seeping in the dark night.

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[Author's Note: I don't know what to say, anyway, my energy has been too low lately...Maybe it's because I've visited too many forums...]

Chapter 289 Strange Gu!

The courtyard was as cold as dead silence.

Everyone looked at the maid who pulled their head off, and the piercing chill seeped up from the soles of their feet, making them slightly terrified like a piece of chicken skin.

The maid did not fall.

She threw the torn head aside.

The jet-black blood spattered from the neck froze, wriggling out circles of blood bubbles, and there was a strange grinding-like sound from the bowl-sized wound.

"This...what's the situation?"

Everyone's backs went numb.

Several servants and maids screamed in fright.

And with this exclamation, the headless maid suddenly rushed over like a prey smelling fishy, ​​with a monstrous bloody aura.

"Get out of the way!"

The high altar master shouted loudly, raised his sword and charged forward.

The blade was wrapped in thorns, and the waterfall-like knife slashed firmly on the shoulder of the headless maid, but was blown away by a rebounding force.

The high altar master's arm was numb, and his heart was horrified.

Several other disciples who came to their senses all took out their weapons and rushed forward.

And although this headless maid was unresponsive, her body seemed to be made of iron, and she didn't respond to any swords hitting her.

On the contrary, the disciple who didn't have time to escape was scratched by her bleeding wound.

Under the bleak moonlight, the headless maid fought with several people like a mutated monster, her sharp nails were like eagle claws.

The Stone Hall Master on the side looked gloomy.