Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"You can't..." The woman who was hanging in the air gave a distorted smile, "You can't kill me..."

The so-called seizing the house, the magpie has a nest, and the dove lives in it. A body can only accommodate one soul. Since the dove occupies the magpie's nest, the original magpie will be displaced. For the fragile living soul, the displaced A synonym is soul flying away.

And the "dove" that occupied the "nest" took it for granted to enjoy everything of the original owner, the original owner's blessings, the original owner's good rewards, and possibly all the merits accumulated by the original owner in several lifetimes, and finally made wedding clothes for others.

Although the underworld has to revise laws and regulations every 300 years, all those involved in seizing homes and changing souls will be laid down in [-] levels of hell, with sentences ranging from [-] years to [-] years, and the probation of returning to the world to visit relatives on days such as Yuan Hanshi, Qingming and Winter Solstice will be cancelled. False, and shall never be reincarnated.

But even though the punishment is getting more severe every time, the thing of seizing the house is still repeatedly prohibited. First, it is difficult for anyone to maintain a normal mind for such a shortcut. Second, as I said before, any ghost who was an individual in life cannot refuse to own it. The allure of an aboveboard human identity.

Having the identity of a human means that you don’t have to worry about those damn Taoist monks and heavenly masters anymore, it means that the blue sky and white sun can also appear under the big sun, and it means that you can live like every normal human being.

Getting up in the morning, going out to work, returning home at night, joys and sorrows, weddings and funerals, and only after being a ghost can we know how beautiful those seemingly vulgar and muddled days of human beings are.

Once in hand, how could be willing to give up.

Wu Cong can't lay hands on her, even if her soul is still the vicious hanged ghost who has harmed countless people, after the seizure of the body and before the death of this body, she is a blessed ordinary human being in the heaven, and she is still a person who has accumulated a lot of money. If Wu Cong, an ordinary human being with good fortune, dares to attack her, what awaits him will be a merciless thunderstorm from the Dao of Heaven.

The hanged ghost believed that as long as he bit him to death and kept silent, the man who had imprisoned her for thousands of years would be helpless against her.

She is human now.

There was a gentle smile on Wu Cong's face, he looked really bad-tempered, leaning slightly sideways on the chair, showing a bit of carelessness and fatigue.

"I don't want to do anything to you. Anyway, I have stayed in the same tomb for so many years." He lowered his eyes and straightened his cuffs. The white pattern embroidered on the sleeves was dyed a blackish red, which made him frown slightly.

It was probably not noticed when I just started fighting.

It is true that there is no way to kill after becoming a human being, but there are many more ways to make life worse than death than to make life worse than death for a ghost. Because of his kindness, these ghosts and ghosts all think that he is easy to bully.

This room is full of the smell of the yellow leather, this is the trace of the yellow leather that he has rarely caught in so many years, how could he give up.

Wu Cong raised his hand, his fingers were slender and white as jade, the red string around his wrist was like blood clotted, and a drop of bright red would drip in the next second.

The scene that is too violent and bloody is not conducive to the mental health of teenagers and children. Let us block it for a while, and turn the camera to see the current situation on Hotch's side.

Dansha happily lay in Hotch's clothes with her head sticking out her letter and swaying left and right. There was only Hotch in the back seat, and she didn't have to worry about being seen. She climbed from the jacket pocket to the belt and rubbed against Hotch with great interest. A gun strapped to the waist.

How handsome……

Dansha's little black bean eyes are about to turn into star eyes. This is the first time she has had such close contact with modern lethal weapons. Hotch's weapon can't even penetrate her scales unless it hits her eyes, and it's not threatening, but I have to admit that the weapons made by modern industry are indeed handsome in terms of shape.

In comparison, Wu Cong's Green Bamboo Talisman Brush looks no different from the wholesale writing brushes from the small shop in front of the school...

Dansha silently stopped the evaluation in her mind.

I hate pragmatists with bad aesthetics like A Lang the most!

To be reasonable, even the wholesale writing brushes at the canteen at the gate of the school are pretty good-looking, okay?

In the small apartment ten minutes away by car, Wu Cong, who was holding a talisman brush and drawing talismans, paused for a moment, and then went on.

Perhaps Dansha spoke ill of him again.

When he thought about it, Hotch saw the little red snake lying on the gun move forward as if sneezing a little, and then rubbed against his hand pitifully, the little black bean's eyes were full of innocence .

Hotch nodded Dansha's little head, and softly told her to stay in his pocket obediently later, and run away if there is danger, protecting herself is the most important thing.

When he said a word, Dansha nodded his head and wagged his tail, looking extremely cute.

A car sped down the street, flashing police lights and blaring sirens opening a clear path for them to get to the scene as quickly as possible.

And Wu Cong was about to get the news he wanted.

As he said, there are many more ways to make life worse than death for a ghost, and the hanged ghost is not a strong-willed character.

Wu Cong looked at the dying woman on the ground. She was covered with eerie red spells, swimming on her skin like a living thing. There was no scar on the skin, but it made her so painful that she couldn't even scream.

The person who can commit suicide with the exquisite white silk cloth that can only be afforded in the palace is certainly not an ordinary village woman, but a noble person in the palace who has no fingers touching the spring water. Wu Cong remembered that she was brought What did he do to be a scapegoat for the infighting among others, and the grievances lingered around to make the whole imperial city turbulent, so Wu Cong was taken away.

"I'll ask again." Wu Cong played with the red string on his wrist, with an indifferent expression, "Where is she?"

The woman shivered weakly, "I...I don't know..." Looking up and seeing Wu Cong's eyes narrowed slightly, she hurriedly said, "I really don't know!"

"Then what did you use to change her body?" Wu Cong asked, "I don't remember her being so kind to do free business."

The woman flinched, and instinctively lowered her voice: "I...I helped her kill..."

Wu Cong paused, raised his eyebrows: "Tell me carefully."

The woman swallowed her saliva, recalling the past as clearly as possible.

There are still 5 minutes before the police arrive.

The hanged ghost was found by Huang Pizi more than a year after the ghost map was broken. Huang Pizi gave her an irresistible benefit, a young and healthy body.

In exchange, she will help Huang Pizi kill people, and use her talent as a hanged ghost—her white silk can induce the saddest and most painful things in a person's heart. Unlimited magnification under temptation.

People are chosen by Huang Pizi, and she will receive an address and a name every once in a while, and she just needs to hand over Bai Ling to the person who lives at that address.

Wu Cong's face tensed, he could see that the hanged ghost was not lying, so what happened to the smell of yellow leather in this room?

Seeing that Wu Cong's expression was not very good, the woman shouted: "I really don't know where she is! She is the one who contacted me! Go read the letter on the table, it was all sent by her!"

As soon as Wu Cong raised his hand, several letters from the wreckage on the table flew up and landed in his hand. The address and name of the person were written on the A4 paper. He tore off a piece and lit it, and a wisp of blue smoke circled the room. Back to square one.

This shows that all the letters in his hand come from this room, not from outside.

Huang Pizi... He looked at the shivering woman on the ground, and felt something flash in his mind, and it disappeared before he could catch it.

At this point he could already hear Hotch calling the door outside.

It came so fast.The corners of Wu Cong's mouth curled up slightly, and he bent down and patted the woman's body. The woman screamed, and her body bounced up and down again. All the spells on her body disappeared, but she acted as if she was being attacked by ten people. The double-strength spell tortured the general.

Since you want a human body so much, just go and be an ordinary human.Wu Cong watched indifferently as the white silk on the ground turned into a piece of dust, and disappeared when Hotch kicked the door open.

The only thing that greeted the police was a messy apartment and a woman who kept screaming "I just killed them" like a madman.

Hotch looked at a chair with his back to the window, and shuddered, "Stay alert and check the scene."

Both the position and the orientation of this chair are too strange to be suspicious.

The woman was taken away by Nick and Morgan, and the rest of the officers discreetly searched the small apartment at gunpoint.

There was no trace of intrusion at the scene, and there were only a few scratches on the murderer's body caused by the damaged furniture. Although the only strange thing was the damaged furniture, after inspection, the only fingerprints on these furniture were the murderer's. , then the most reasonable guess is that the murderer went crazy and smashed his home for some reason. For BAU, this level of violence is still common.

Everything seemed so logical, but Hotch just felt that something was wrong, so after everyone left, he walked around the house several times by himself, carefully inspecting every corner, including wiping the cracks in the floor with cotton swabs wiped.

So he wiped a little red liquid in the crack of the floor next to the abnormally placed chair.

The liquid was still fresh, but it wasn't blood. Hotch rubbed it with his hand, somehow felt like he had felt this feeling somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while. While thinking, he lowered his head and smelled it like a ghost. Smell the liquid.

It was a very faint, but very familiar smell, and the moment he smelled it, he knew who had been here.

This is cinnabar, only the cinnabar from Wu Cong's place has been tainted with that quiet and long-lasting fragrance because it has been kept with aloe incense all the year round.

It's not good news for Hotch.He pursed his lips and stood up to put the cotton swab into the test tube. Because his thoughts were too chaotic, he didn't notice that the cinnabar hidden in his pocket hadn't moved for a long time.

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Dansha tightly huddled himself into a ball, like a mouse that has touched a cat, and didn't even dare to move a little.