Quick Wear: Lu Ming She Has Many Children and Blessings

In front of the house, a dozen locust trees stood proudly, with dense branches and leaves covering the sky and emitting an eerie and cold atmosphere.

The style of the ancient house is elegant and simple. The stone steps and stone lions in front of the door are spotless and neat and tidy, obviously someone has taken good care of them.

But what frightened Lu Ming the most was the plaque above the gate - Zhang Mansion. This was where the murder took place yesterday.

Just as she was about to enter the door, she suddenly felt something falling on her neck, and it was freezing cold.

She reached out subconsciously and a few of them happened to fall into her hands.

"Is this... rice?"

She took several steps back in astonishment and looked up, only to see countless porcelain bowls filled with bulging rice on the branches of the locust tree.

At this moment, the porcelain bowls seemed to have lost their support and fell towards Lu Ming.

She dodged to the side in panic, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered with a crisp sound.

That's... bowls of rice.

Is a ghost here?

Right on the tree?

Lu Ming subconsciously looked up again, but found that the tree was empty and there was nothing on it.

The next moment, a shrill scream was heard from the town. Something happened!

The direction from which the voice came was exactly the road that Uncle Ren took. Her heart tightened and when she was about to leave, she saw an old woman appear in front of her at some point.

The old woman was dressed in strange clothes, colorful and like a sacrificial dress.

She squatted on the ground, picking through the scattered rice with her shriveled fingers and stuffing it into her mouth.

Her face had long since rotted and the skin had fallen off, and the rice that had been stuffed into her mouth fell off the rotten skin, staining it with a layer of blood.

"Do you... want to eat rice too?" The old woman raised her head, her voice hoarse and strange.

Is she...the willow witch who can ask about rice?

Didn't she disappear yesterday? How did she appear here?

And when did she come over? How come I didn’t notice any movement at all?

Although it was not the first time that Lu Ming had encountered strange things, he still couldn't help feeling panicked when he saw this scene.

She gathered herself and quickly calmed down, preparing to use her special ability - suppression.

Just when her hand was about to touch the witch Liu, the witch seemed to have finally completed her mission and fell to the ground with a "thump".

A foul odor quickly spread, it was the smell of a rotting corpse.

The body of Goddess Liu began to swell rapidly, turning into a huge ball of flesh, and then quickly melted and disappeared, leaving only a pool of pus on the ground.

Lu Ming suppressed the nausea in his heart, held his breath, turned around and hurriedly left the place.

Although she didn't know how the ghost disappeared and what happened to the witch's body, Lu Ming was indeed shocked.

As expected, every evil spirit has its own unique abilities. You must never become complacent just because you have some abilities.

The moment he stepped onto the street again, Lu Ming's heart felt a little calmer.

As night fell, an indescribable atmosphere of horror filled the town.

On her way back, Lu Ming saw a panicked person from afar. Her heart tightened and she subconsciously wanted to attack.

"It's me... I ran into that monster." The person who came was Xiao Zhou. Her face was as pale as paper, and she was obviously extremely frightened.

Lu Ming couldn't help but frowned, "You met him too?" There was a hint of surprise in her tone. If this was true, then the strange movement speed was too fast, almost like teleportation.

Xiao Zhou nodded and said in a trembling voice: "What I encountered was a man's body. It should be one of those who died yesterday. I used my ability to get rid of it."

Lu Ming recalled what he had just experienced, and a thought flashed through his mind, and he blurted out: "Zhu Nu?"

"What? Are you saying that those people just now were all slaves?" Xiao Zhou asked anxiously with a look of horror on his face.

Zhuo Nu is a person who is killed by some special evil spirit. After death, he will become its ghost slave and inherit a small part of its abilities.

These slaves also have the ability to pollute, and this pollution can be fatal to ordinary people.

Lu Ming nodded and said affirmatively: "It's almost certain. I met the witch Liu who died yesterday at the gate of Zhang's house. The situation should be similar to what you encountered."

Xiao Zhou's expression became even uglier. "If that's the case, I think it will be hard for us to deal with it. There are probably not many people alive in this town who can bring about the weirdness of Zhuo Nu."

"what!"

At this moment, another shrill scream came from another direction of the town.

"Oh no! It's Uncle Ren!" Lu Ming and Xiao Zhou didn't dare to delay any longer and ran towards the direction of the scream. They arrived at the yard almost at the same time.

At this time, Uncle Ren was squatting on the ground with his eyes closed and a ferocious face.

He was holding a golden hammer weapon in his hand, smashing the head of a corpse madly, screaming non-stop. The corpse's head had already been smashed to pieces by him, but he seemed not to notice and kept smashing it again and again.

Lu Ming and Xiao Zhou were stunned when they saw this scene. What could have stimulated them?

Lu Ming was not surprised by this situation. It was the same when she first faced the Painted Skin Ghost. If it weren't for her strong willpower, she would have become like this, and been driven insane by the strange influence.

Xiao Zhou didn't hesitate at all, he stepped forward and kicked Uncle Ren to the ground.

She had no intention of calming Uncle Ren down at the moment. What was the point if a little slave like him could be scared like this?

Lu Ming looked around vigilantly. It seemed that the situation was very tricky. There were so many people in this town, and there must be a lot of slaves.

"Ok?"

It seemed that he touched something under his feet, and Lu Ming looked down in confusion.

She found a lot of white granular objects on the ground - rice.

The rice gave off a strange smell that made her feel a little uneasy.

Could it be that these turbid slaves appeared because of the rice contaminated by turbid air?

A feeling of uneasiness welled up in Lu Ming's heart. If this was really the case, then would any residents of this town still be alive?

"What are you looking at?" Xiao Zhou came to Lu Ming's side, followed her gaze, and saw the rice on the ground. She said uncertainly: "You mean these rice?"

Lu Ming frowned and said seriously: "It is possible that these rice may not only be polluted by turbid air, but also have these things in the place where you met the turbid slaves!"

Xiao Zhou thought about it carefully and said, "Yes, but I checked it carefully. These rice are at most contaminated with turbid air, not the original body."

As he spoke, Xiao Zhou picked up a few grains of rice from the ground and crushed them gently in his hands. There was nothing unusual about them, as if these grains were just ordinary rice.